"That's why I decided to impose restrictions on admission"
Tennessee room.
I explained Cell's policy to Spirit Tennessee.
The fact that the adventurer arrives too much to afford to cross the capacity, so issuing a license was supposed to restrict Tennessee's admission.
It's a natural story in the human world, in the industry of adventurers, but it doesn't go that way either in Tennessee.
"I don't know if I'm going," to be exact.
Tennessee, who has now heard my explanation, is looking at me in silence.
No. Are you staring?
A man's tundra, but Tennessee is a sarcastic, happy to see more people.
I am anxious that it would be rather inappropriate to impose restrictions on admission to such tennessee.
With such anxiety, wait for Tennessee to react.
"How long?"
"Huh?"
"How many will it be"
Unlike the usual "prestigious strengths," Tennessee has heard in serious tones.
"Right... 300-500 people per floor. More than that would erode the dungeon itself too much."
"Is it too erosive?
"Monsters also have ecology. Increasing the size of the village now may not be a good result."
……
As soon as I hear my explanation, Tennessee will shut up again.
I wonder what this silence means, I don't know subtly.
The silence lasted about five minutes.
"... hmm"
Tenesin snorted boringly.
"You got licked. I didn't know me and my dungeons were going to make it that far."
"You mean more coming in?
"Naturally. Don't fuck with me."
"Well... I'm sorry to hear that. Turn your attention to weird"
"Beh, I didn't say anything wrong!
Tennessee denied my words.
Um, which one is this?
Do you think it's a good idea to restrict admission or annoying?
Not really, I don't know.
"Uh, hey, Tennessee -"
"Oh, no."
Tennessee sounded a little upside-down, blocking my words on the way.
"Oh, my God, you're giving that woman strength."
"That woman?
"If she did, it would be nihonium!
Tennessee pissed me off.
Well, it's nihonium that's suppressing the monster appearance in the Tennessee Dungeon right now, and if I do say "that woman" here, nihonium... maybe.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I need your help."
"Not that way."
"Huh?"
"Oh, I'm already upset!
Tenesin, as he put it, shrugged his head in a frustrating manner.
"Listen carefully to people. It's not about cooperating. It's about helping her."
"I'll get the power... oh"
That's what they told me, and I remember.
About meeting Nihonium.
And the first time we talked in her room.
"Repetition?"
Sure, the magic is like what I got from Nihonium.
"What's wrong with that?"
"I don't care."
"Huh?"
"Oh, I don't care about the smell of that woman who's holding me back. I'm on it."
"Ha..."
No matter what they say, then what am I supposed to do?
Smell...... should I lose my repetition?
You want me to get rid of it?
"Well, that's what you get, isn't it?
"You mean this gun? Yeah, now you're gonna shoot out all kinds of bullets. It's like magic in a way."
What do you think happened to that?
"Give it to me!"
Tennessee robbed me of one of the two cloves.
Tennessee watches as she spins the gun, teases, and observes the bullet she is loading.
"Shit, this belongs to that woman, too."
Tenesin also maligned the special bullets.
Sure, although most of the special bullets were dropped from nihonium hagglemonos.
"Um..."
Speaking roughly.
"Hmm."
Tennessee sniffed as usual, threw the gun at me and gave it back to me.
"Totally!
When I caught him in a hurry, something else flew in after the gun.
When you catch that in a hurry, too.
"... a bullet?
What was in my hand was a bullet I had never seen.
The thought of a new special bullet, comes to mind.
"Is this... you?
"Or don't get me wrong. I happen to have one of those."
"Ha."
No, you don't happen to.
This stuff, this bullet.
In this world, I'm the only one who uses it.
You happen to have it, and you can't be.
but let's do that more than tennessee insists.
"By the way, what's this all about?
"12 shots."
"Huh?"
"Strike that in twelve shots and any opponent dies."
"... oh"
I remember "".
Tennessean - it's also called a curse.
When the shadow comes back, and it is defeated 12 times, he is imprisoned in the dungeon, and he can't get out.
That's the special bullet that inspired the motif.
If you shoot 12 shots, you die, which means 8.33% fixed percentage damage per shot.
"You can't have it if I have it. Use it."
"Oh, thank you"
That said, I don't know about this.
Even if they tell me that if I shoot twelve shots, any opponent dies, I already remember the repetition of the opponent dying.
This bullet - should it be called a percentage bullet, isn't this a degraded version of the repetition? I think so.
"... No, I'm not!
"Become!"
"Right, right, yeah!
"What's the matter with you, suddenly you're alive?"
"Thanks! This is so helpful, Tennessee!
Realizing the amazing effect of this bullet, I got excited, took Tenesin's hand and shook a boom.
Percentage bullets, if you hit 11 shots in......?