After leaving the chairman's office, walk alongside the cell in the hallway.
"I'd like to ask Master Satou"
"Yeah?"
"Will you stay in this city for a few days?"
"Stay? That's fine... why?
"The rest of us are going to push him."
More.
Reminds me of Linus' frightened look, I just feel a little sorry for him when he gets here.
"Use your usable hands from one end. We're gonna push them from the inside out."
"Can I help you with something, too?"
"No."
Cell stares at me in the face.
"You can just have Master Satou. Just having you puts pressure on them."
"Pressure just to be there... isn't that exaggerating?
Cell couldn't have just lifted the corner of his mouth and created a grin.
"Anyway, it would help if you were here"
"Well... should I make you disappear once in a while?
"That's Mr. Satou."
said in a respectful eye.
"It's all the more good if you do, the other side will be a suspicious ghost on its own"
"Okay. If that's the case, I'll take care of it."
I accepted Cell's request and decided to stay in this city, Samethylene, for a few days until it was settled.
Samethylene, a thriving city with nine dungeons.
One of them went into a dungeon called Cobalt.
Cobalt underground ground floor, the dungeon with its foot in it is surprisingly spacious, as if it were a forest.
The trees are growing, and I look up and I can't see the sky (though I don't know if it is) covered in trees.
It was an interesting gap that when I went into the dungeon from the edge of a flourishing city, it was dense forest.
There were not many adventurers in the dungeon.
To the extent that it looks puffy.
It's not like there's a magic storm, nor is it a day of breeding when drops get lower.
But subtly few people.
I wonder why...... I ran into a monster.
It's almost human in size, bent forward, and drooling his arms as long as his legs.
I have bat-like wings on my back, and my whole body is purple colored.
If you look closely, you're blind, and you're making random moves.
"The devil, huh?
Me so crushed from the look of it.
Actually, I didn't hear anything.
I've spoken to adventurers in the city to hear the number and name of the dungeons, but I didn't hear the content.
It's a battle.
This is also part of the workout.
Know nothing. Get into the dungeon and gain the power to respond ad hoc in action.
I did the same here with my policy from a while back.
Pull out the gun.
"Speaking of which, do you remain a cloak? I wonder if we can get tuna in the city."
I usually loaded a bullet and shot a monster while keeping the refill on the corner of my memory of the gun that I lost in the Grand Eater battle.
Along with the gunfire, the bullet usually shot through the head of the blind demon.
One headshot, the demon sank with one blow and dropped the item.
"You're weak... you're on the ground floor and you're like this"
I picked up what I had dropped while I broke it off that there was nothing to work out or anything.
That was a rectangular blunt consolidation.
"This tactile and glossy...... an iron extension stick? Does it weigh… a kilo?"
I touched and stroked what the devil dropped, and tried knocking at the second joint of my middle finger.
Maybe it's iron for sure.
In a dungeon in Aurum, he defeated the little devil and dropped sand gold.
The devil here dropped the iron.
The type of drops and the type of monster clearly present a trend.
This dungeon called Cobalt was judged from previous experience that demonic monsters would come out and drop minerals.
An iron extension stick of about a kilo was put in my pocket.
I didn't bring my magic cart because I didn't expect this to happen, but I had no problem with it because I have a Grand Eater pocket.
I walked for a while, and was with the devil again.
If you look closely, the roaming beast is somewhat like a Nihonium zombie. The color of the skin is also close to zombies.
Is it a zombie demon or a monster with that name?
I usually shot him in the head with a bullet and the iron stick dropped again.
I knew it was about a kilo of iron.
Pick it up and put it in your pocket.
"... it doesn't feel like two kilos of stuff is in your pocket."
It's a story only a man can understand.
That subtle feeling when you had a lot of stuff in your pocket.
That subtle feeling of being heavy, hanging out weirdly, and doing it on your thighs and getting in the way.
Naturally, but that's not it at all.
Defeat the Zombie Demon.
Make a headshot, stop gunning, beat him down, grab him up and down the mouth and rip him off.
He knocked down the monster on the first floor of the cobalt basement and circled collecting iron extension bars.
Keep spinning around carelessly, then I get one thing.
The adventurers here are no different than the Cyclo adventurers.
I could defeat the monster in an efficient move with a peripheral premise and stay in the magic cart with a dropped iron extension stick, but I was pulling it up before the magic cart was full.
It still feels like I'm going in, but the cart I'm pushing flutters oddly.
It feels like the weight has reached the limits of the magic cart before the volume.
I see, is this what happens when it's iron?
Well, the specific gravity is overwhelmingly heavy compared to the vegetables.
As such, I continued to observe the adventurers of this city as I defeated the monsters in a new dungeon.
"Is this the buyer?"
He left the cobalt dungeon and came to a buyer from the city.
The sign says' Battle of the Tortoise '.
I walked into the store with my bare hands, confused by the adventurers who pushed the magic cart.
Unlike "The Grace of Swallow," it was vast in vain.
It's not a counter, it's a supermarket cashier, and it's built to be extremely widely placed.
I'm free. I headed to one of the cashiers.
"Welcome, new customer?
The cashier's man clerk floated a commercial smile and asked.
"Oh. Can you buy it off even for the first time?
"Absolutely. I'll buy anything you drop in a dungeon in this city... but it looks like you don't have any customers."
"Not quite."
I stuck my hand in my pocket, took out one iron extension stick and put it on the table at the register.
The moment I put it down, the numbers moved on the cashier's machine.
"I see, does it weigh when you put it down"
"That's right. But customers, just one gin of iron..."
"There's more."
The iron extension rod was further removed from the pocket and placed.
More numbers, more to retrieve.
Take it out, put it down. Take it out one after the other and leave it at the register.
"Yes!?
Until along the way, the clerk of the man with the face "You're in quite a bit" opened his mouth to the border with surprise at one point.
One kilo...... the other was asked about 100 total bars lined up using a unit of gin.
"Wait, how many customers did you bring?
"There's more."
Take it out one after the other.
Build up iron chunks on the cashier who took a wide spot.
How long have I been in there since I was on my way? I thought so myself.
"Whoa, what the hell?
"What kind of magic cart technology is that?
"Or magic? No. Is that a unique skill?
Flashing clerks, gathering adventurers.
If I kept letting them out inside watching me, the numbers eventually crossed a thousand and cheered from around me.
More than a ton of iron was in my pocket.