New Nihonium, eighth basement floor.
"Whoa, it's cold!
As I came down, I was framed for shrinking with both hands to hold myself.
It may be the first time, the temperature has changed so much since I left the floor.
It's getting so cold, my breath is white.
Suddenly it was about midwinter cold.
"Is that a terrain effect? Or..."
I shrink and rub my palms together, proceeding through the dungeon.
I don't want to stay too long on this floor without getting ready for the cold.
I thought I'd count with the monster and bring the info back just once.
That's how I walk around.
Out of the ordinary, he was circling around the stairs, not walking without guessing, so that he could withdraw immediately.
I couldn't quite meet a monster because of it.
"Ugh...... I guess I should go away (,) some more. But then it's hard to go back... no, I said hurry up and go around, no, but..."
This situation has made the cold a tougher enemy than any monster.
I wandered around the stairs and couldn't make a decision.
"Is that it?"
I found a shadow on the stairs.
A shadow that wasn't there before.
"When did you show up...? What, nihonium?
It was nihonium there.
She puts together a white monochrome kimono, not her usual kimono.
"What's wrong with that outfit? More than that. Why are you here?
That's what I say and I get closer.
Maybe I wasn't turning my head because of the cold.
So it was too late to notice.
The Spirit of the Nihonium Mou Dungeon is indeed the Lord of the Dungeon, but under the "reason" of this world, he is also unable to walk freely in his own dungeon.
By the time I felt slightly uncomfortable that it was here - it was too late.
The woman with the appearance of Nihonium put a piece sign on her mouth towards herself and, uhh, did a trick to blow something out.
The white breath that blew changed like a blizzard and hit me.
I flew away, but I couldn't completely get it done for the delay in realizing it.
"Come on!"
My left half's frozen!
He struck out flameless bullets.
I plunge it from myself into a place where I can't see it, and melt my frozen body with an invisible flame.
My body burns, it takes a lot of damage.
But because of that, the frozen spot melted.
Avoid it with a body that has regained its freedom.
And look again.
It looked the same as nihonium, wearing a white kimono, with fluffy, windless hair and spilled ice particles - diamond dust.
"... Snowwoman!
I understood in an instant.
New Nihonium, a new dungeon with monster ties.
Manipulating the ice that showed up there, the woman in the white kimono.
It was the very trait of a monster named Snow Woman.
I pointed the gun at the muzzle.
Bitter, it stopped.
Speaking of monsters/snowwomen, they look just like nihonium.
I can only pull the trigger a little bit like this.
……
But I pulled the trigger.
The flameless bullet went off, hit the snowwoman, and burned the target.
It feels like it's between "burning" and "melting," and the snowwoman disappears.
"Hmm, that doesn't make me feel good."
I grinned.
Not as good as a sitting boy, but he's the one who hesitates to attack.
The only difference is that they attacked us.
Eighth-floor snowwomen are bad monsters, too - just me.