Nihonium dungeon.
Four floors underground in Terre, for a hierarchy to attack for the first time, came to take a frozen bullet.
I never went over there to get ready because I don't know what it is.
"Is that it?"
There was an unexpected voice.
It was widely known not to drop, it was the nihonium of idle birds every day but there were people today.
When I did it, it was noisy, and as soon as I stepped into the first basement floor, I came across a group of noisy causes.
It's a strange bunch.
Five men, one woman.
The guy's giving all kinds of instructions. One looks like a middle-aged field director and the other four look like a runner using the lower end.
One woman is young - or a little young.
She's a princess with a fluffy feel, and that's what she's wearing in white armor.
I have a long sword of prey on my hips, but I'm also suspiciously thin enough to shake it properly.
"Yeah? What are you?"
A man who looked like a crime scene supervisor found me and asked me.
"Well, I'm a hunter here every day."
"Hunting here? You like it."
"What are you doing here? You know this place doesn't drop anything, do you?
"That's why I did it"
The man lifted his nigga and the edge of his mouth.
Is that why you're here? I wonder what that means.
I wondered, but soon I knew.
Skeleton showed up.
Firstly, four of the runners using it were attacked by skeletons.
Is that the strength the four of you need? If you think so, the four of you are obviously not taking them down, but mindful and weakening the skeletons.
Eventually the skeletons melted away and I could barely move.
The girl finally moved out.
Then he struck Skeleton with a blow, wielding a long sword with as weakness as it seemed.
Skeleton fell, unable to move.
I see. The men make you weak and make the girl do the last todome.
Occasional sights you see in games and stuff. A strong person weakens a monster and makes Todome do it to a weak person to gain experience.
Is it the same thing I did to Emily in a way?
I guess I didn't if I thought so.
After Skeleton fell, the men rushed out.
I packed that skeleton in a box.
Once done and well made, a box that seals something up.
Put a skeleton in there and seal it tight.
And, Pong, I heard a noise.
The sound of a monster disappearing and dropping - nihonium doesn't drop anything, but it makes the same noise.
In the box, the skeleton disappeared.
"All right, come on up."
"Um, what's that?
"It's an airbox."
"Air box?
"You know the monsters here only drop air, right?
"Huh? Yeah. Is that what's gonna happen?"
It didn't drop anything because of how I felt, but Emily said that when a monster in this world drops nothing, it drops water and air.
It's a little bit of a perception difference.
"This niphonium place doesn't even have water, it only drops air."
"I see."
"So, this is Princess Margaret's air box. The air of monsters crusaded by the princess. This is our main product."
"Air!? Can you sell that?!?
"I can sell it. Come on, the air made by the princess. That's all you can sell."
……
I was stunned.
Somehow, it was a world too deep.
Nihonium I purchased a single round of frozen ammunition on the first basement floor before coming to the fourth basement floor of Terre.
Emily came over, coming alone, as she passed through the cocrosslime nest on the third floor.
Well, what is it called batslime?
I knew right away.
What has made me sound like a patter and a feather is a bat-like feather on a blue body and a sharp octagonal tooth on a slightly worse looking face.
As the bat slime is named, it is a slime of bat elements.
He flies away and thinks it's a hit, he opens his mouth wide and peels out his sharp teeth.
Do you chew or suck blood?
I don't know which one it is, but I avoided it because it would seem disgusting if they did.
I shot the gun when the momentum of the bat slime stopped.
I don't know if it's a headshot or a bodyshot, but I hit the center anyway.
Slime fell to the ground, Pong, and disappeared.
What came out was a taco, a slender, heavy-duty, glowing taco.
This basement fourth floor drop requested by Eric.
Pick it up, go further around the dungeon.
I hunted some clumped numbers before leaving the dungeon.
"Hmm, this is your tachenoco"
I came to the tavern yesterday.
It was still daylight, so there were no customers and the store people were preparing for the opening of the store to change the menu bills.
I was a little concerned that two of the ten daily beers were different, so I thought I'd come through tonight, what a secret thing.
In the meantime, Eric stared at the taco I had brought him.
I stared and smelled it.
"Ko, this is..."
"What's wrong with you?
"Excuse me."
After saying no to that, Eric took the knife out of his nostrils.
It's a nice knife that looks sharp, though small but well maintained.
The knife wasn't the only good one, Eric's arm was amazing too.
He uses a knife to cleverly peel the skin off the octopus and slice himself.
He's almost as good as a superior cook.
It was a bit surprising because he was a gentleman of the right width and the image was that even when it came to gourmet, the food would be left to manpower.
Oh, my God, he ate the sliced taco as it was.
I ate them raw!
If I was surprised, Eric stunned out.
"Ooh... this minuscule, and sweet. Despite being raw, there is no Egumi. It's the first time I've eaten so much taco."
Now I praised the taste of the octopus with exaggerated expressions when I did it, keeping the image that I named gourmet.
Apparently, you liked it.
Tavern and Villadiech just after opening.
I joined Emily and enjoyed a cup after two consecutive days of work.
"That satisfied you."
"Oh. The reward was 2,000 pyro, a bit of a shoulder shrug though"
"Takenoko, how old were you?
"Ten. So 2,000, so, well, you're doing fine."
Two thousand pyro for one tachenocho. It turned out to be an ingredient-like amount for a luxury department store, but honestly, I was hoping for some more from Eric's identity or something.
Well, there's no reason to lose, is there?
"Speaking of which, I saw an airbox today."
"What's an air box?
"Box of air, no, I wonder if it's a brand product"
I enjoyed the beer with Emily as I told her about what I had seen in Nihonium.
Today's daily beer drops on the thirtieth floor underground of a dungeon called Beryllium, the furthest this store has ever contracted, like an underground beer with bitter chocolate flavors.
That was pretty tasty, and when I raised my hand to replace it and tried to call the clerk, I saw Elsa coming in through the entrance.
She glances around the store for a moment as if looking for something.
"Ah, Mr. Lyota!
The searcher was like me.
She came to our table on a small run and in a straight line.
"What's going on?"
"I heard the story. Make sure you sign with us!
"Wait, wait, what's going on all of a sudden, what's a contract?
"So make sure you have Lyota Takenoko in our house!
"Lyota Takenoko?"
What the hell.
When it comes to taches, it's Eric's fault...
"Eric Macy admitted that even the taco is now rumored to be in a cyclone."
"Is it going to be a rumor!?
"Make sure you have Mr. Lyota's tachenoco in our house. And a contract that says you can use Mr. Lyota's name. Of course I won't let you lose in terms of conditions, please."
Pressured by Elsa, who worked too hard, I nodded unsure and accepted the story.
Thus, Eric's tattoo.
A brand called Lyota Takenoko was created, and I was set to earn even more stable and high income.