Bell's heart was pounding in his chest as he raced through the dungeon, his eyes fixed forward as he tried to find a way back out. He had been so fixated on hunting other monsters that he had missed the monster currently chasing him.

Was it wrong to think that he could pick up girls in a dungeon? A massive labyrinth that endlessly spawned monsters divided into several floors.

"Uuuuuurrrroooooarrrrrr"

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Currently he was about to die due to his slightly corrupt and naive thoughts.

Now he was being chased, and the creature was hot on his heels. Bell had never run so fast in his life, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the monster off.

As he ran, Bell couldn't help but think how unfair this was. All he had wanted was to pick girls in the dungeon, and now he was about to be killed by a beast. He was just a naïve young boy who had dreamed of becoming a great adventurer and winning the hearts of beautiful girls. But now he realized that he had been foolish to believe it would be that easy. The dungeon was full of dangers, and he was not prepared for them.

Basically he was being chased by a bullheaded monster. A monster that his measly level one attacks did nothing to.

As Bell was running away from the Minotaur, he caught a glimpse of the creature's appearance. The Minotaur was a massive beast, standing at least seven feet tall with broad shoulders and bulging muscles that rippled with each step it took. Its fur was thick and coarse, covering its entire body except for its face, which was that of a bull with two large and menacing horns protruding from its forehead.

As it chased Bell, the Minotaur let out a guttural roar that echoed throughout the dungeon, sending shivers down Bell's spine. Its eyes were dark and menacing, and its breath was hot and fetid, like the stench of a rotting corpse.

Where did his delusions lead him? To the dinner plate of a minatour. He was foolish to believe that he was destined to meet a cute girl in the dungeon.

Ahhhh what would he give to go back to the past when he was signing up to be the adventurer and slap himself in the face. That would feel nice.

The chase seemed to go on forever, and Bell was starting to feel like he would never make it out alive. His legs were burning, and his lungs were on fire, but he refused to give up. He couldn't let the Minotaur win.

Bell, though shaken, took a deep breath, slowing his frantic sprint. His legs wobbled beneath him, but he straightened his back, determination flickering in his eyes. He couldn't let fear dictate his fate. As he turned to face the relentless Minotaur, a sudden burn surged across his body, and a blinding light enveloped him.

In the midst of the brilliance, a figure emerged – a man in his early thirties, with long, loose hair and a red coat adorned with golden ornamentations. His face held a serious and almost stern expression.

"Servant Caster." The man declared his tone both formal and slightly exasperated. "Are you my Master?"

Before Bell could voice his questions about the summoning, Caster, with a flick of his fan, conjured a beam of energy that pierced through the Minotaur. The creature roared in agony as the magical energy struck its core, disintegrating it and leaving behind nothing as the magic Stone was destroyed.

As the echoes of battle subsided, Bell stared in awe at the now defeated Minotaur. "What... how did you do that?"

Zhuge Liang closed his fan with a calm expression. "The magic stone, the source of a monster's power. Destroy it, and the creature is vanquished. A basic principle of dungeon survival."

The monster that he couldn't even touch a moment ago was instantly defeated and couldn't help but sit there watching in awe as Caster stood there.

"Master, are you injured?" he inquired, his voice carrying a hint of concern.

Ah! Y-yes!" Bell said as he quickly got up to his feet and lowered his head. "Thank you for saving me!"

Bell's mind buzzed with questions as he walked alongside Caster through the dungeon's dimly lit corridors. Unable to contain his curiosity, he finally spoke up, "Caster, who exactly are you? Why were you in that dungeon, and why did it summon you? And... why are you calling me 'Master'?"

Caster, maintaining his composed demeanor, replied, "I am Caster, a Servant summoned by you, Bell Cranel. The dungeon sensed your need for assistance and brought me forth. In this partnership, you are my Master."

As they navigated the dungeon's winding paths, Caster couldn't suppress his curiosity any longer. "Master, you seem quite unfamiliar with summoning and the basics of our situation. How is it that you don't know this, considering you were the one who summoned me?"

Bell scratched his head, a bit embarrassed. "Honestly, I have no idea. I didn't summon anyone, and I don't know anything about summoning magic. I just found myself facing that Minotaur, and you appeared."

Caster raised an eyebrow, a mix of surprise and exasperation crossing his features. "You mean to say you possess no knowledge of the magical arts or the nature of summoning, and yet here we are, bound by this mystical contract? What a troublesome master I have been summoned by."

Bell, feeling apologetic, mumbled, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause trouble."

Caster waved off Bell's apology with a dismissive gesture. "No need for apologies. Fate works in mysterious ways. We shall navigate this situation together. Now, let us focus on the challenges that lie ahead."

Bell nodded, grateful for Caster's understanding, and they continued their journey through the dungeon.

Unknown to Bell Caster was currently thinking of another student that this master reminded of. Summoning a Heroic Spirit without a Summoning Circle and Items by pure Mana alone.

Though looking at his Master and the era he was in probably Closer to Age of God's rather then age of men. His Master had probably more mana then an Average Magus though no way near the Top Magus.

Unknown to both they were being watched by three women. Though both did deal a shiver down their spine.