"Not good, not if you're depressed"
It's not a good idea to blur a monster in front of you, you have to avoid it first and attack it for a small hand check.
I thought so. I took out my pistol and stuck it in the muzzle.
"... that?
Stopped dodging and attacking hands.
Something's wrong.
Because the bureau of affairs is not working.
I figured a monster would attack something, so I figured I could handle most of the attack, but nothing came and clapped it out.
I keep my hands down with my gun and slowly approach the bureau of affairs.
No reaction.
There was no response when I came close enough to reach it.
On the contrary, I haven't even seen this one.
It's like a mannequin or a wax doll, staring straight ahead with no vivacious eyes.
"Why aren't you moving? You're telling me you're not a monster?
Yeah, I was alone, but I figured it would be a monster.
Whatever the brain map, the light points that indicate that it is a monster remain glowing.
"Um, no, well. Some monsters aren't attacking you."
Arsenic or something.
That rock series over there doesn't attack at all, on the contrary, it doesn't even move.
Just still.
The rock series, which feels like a face on a rock, has eyes and stuff moving to align their gaze this way.
The bureau of affairs in front of me doesn't even have that, and I'm applauded for the creeps.
"Hmm, these things are bright red and they make me wear triangular glasses all the time, nettine. Is Harrison beating too much?"
The moment I laughed bitterly at the fact that the image in me was too old.
The appearance of the bureau of affairs has changed.
I put on the intelligent glasses that I hadn't had before and started to have harrisons on my right hand.
And - it moves.
I've been waving Harrison around.
"Oops."
He kicked the floor and jumped back and sent Harrison.
It wasn't a big attack, so I was able to relax.
"What the fuck? Suddenly."
I gave him my pistol again and pointed it at the muzzle.
Normally, he shot a bullet at the bureau of office, which was approaching with a tight shoe.
Normal ammo for small hand checks, low attack power but flying straight anyway. I always use this first.
Even if it is weak, it would be nice to activate it if it has the opponent's special abilities and to have less damage returned when it was a reflex or something.
It's a safety measure, so to speak, and I don't think I can take it down with it.
- But.
Usually the bullet shot through the bureau of affairs.
The bureau of affairs, shot through the eyebrows, fell slowly on his back, like a zombie in a zombie gay.
And - disappear.
The bureau of affairs that disappeared like a monster.
Another sign of being a monster, not a person, increased.
"Is that it? No drop?
The bureau of affairs searched the vicinity of the fall.
Nothing seemed to have been dropped.
A monster should drop something.
My special abilities that have been transferred to this world, my only abilities that no one else has (unique skills), drop status S.
Even the former Nihonium is powerful enough to drop all kinds of seeds.
That's it, no drops.
"What the hell...?
I looked around.
It's been weird since just now.
Whatever you think, it's a dungeon.
But when it comes to dungeons, there's too much missing.
That the best of them won't drop when they defeat a monster.
This can't be this world.
At worst, you need to drop me some air or water.
I stopped and thought.
Think back to what just happened, one by one, and sort out the situation.
Thinking in a lot of roaring on the spot, fu, a possibility shook my mind.
That's a conversation with Nihonium - no.
My thoughts somehow went back as far as interacting with Sakura, and the possibility came to my mind.
"No way......"
I grinned.
If that (,) is true, it's not a bit of a complicated noise.
But given the circumstances that have arisen in front of us, that possibility is twelve.
"Let's try it anyway"
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and regained my mind.
And - imagine.
Something in a location called an office.
Something that used to happen to the company I used to work for.
After I imagined it, there were more light points on the brain map.
After that light point, I went back to a place like the office I was standing in when I noticed, and there were many salaried people under my desk.
Some have towel kettles, some have suit jackets.
And some cardboard.
I lay something on the ground or put it on my body on each of them, sleeping under my desk.
I imagined it, I once looked at it as normal - or I was a part of it.
He's over 200 hours overtime as a salesman.
Those salariers got up like zombies and headed this way.
……
With a bitter laugh, he releases his pistol and decides on a headshot for each of them.
The overtime salesmen fall with no one left shooting through their eyebrows.
And drop.
Dropped is a can of 500ml.
Can of chewy with an alcohol content close to 10%.
Overtime after overtime but still thinly paid, oh so (,,,) Salaries love to drink sto oong ze ooh.
Both zombie salaried and dropped st.o.ng.ze.o
Both, what I imagined.
I mean, here.
"You really mean satnium......?