Corporate Slave Hero Says He’s Quitting His Job

"... I did stop breathing"

"My name is Red-Phoenix. Undead bird (...) Dear Red. Remember."

My scratches are slowly getting blocked.

In just a few seconds, I went back to my unwounded body.

The only proof that there were scratches there is clothing already.

"The experiment failed - no, the blue one looks dead, and it was stopped, but is that correct? I don't know what else to do, I'll pull it off for today."

From Red's back, flaming wings popped out.

Twice, three times and wings make Red's body float.

"The next time I see you, I win. I'll crawl you to the ground, ordinary man."

"... I'll look forward to it"

Red, laughing at Nihil, flies through a hole in the ceiling just like Silver did earlier.

"Let him go!

Isbell activates magic and unleashes a giant spear of ice.

Though it almost came off, one pierced Red's body.

But the spear slips right through, and Red keeps flying.

In the moment I blinked, the wound that should have been hungry was blocked.

"Don't forget your face."

Red disappeared from an empty hole in the ceiling as he glanced at Isbell.

There is only silence and dimness left around.

"... who are they?

"I don't know. But I'm pretty sure he's up to something."

experiment and Red said.

This time it seems to be a failure, but what would have happened if it had been successful...

"Hmm. Well, if Adele doesn't know, I can't help thinking about it."

Isbell turned from a serious face to a painfully bright one, looking back at me.

"Then we'll go with the dungeon exploration again!

"That's what I thought"

"The disturbers are gone! Would it be a loss if you still enjoyed it?

"Are we talking about a loss? Well... I did get this far."

Neither would the opportunity to come so easily to the seventy tiers.

Silver's in command, and the holes that are now empty will be blocked, and we should be able to make a "don't break the dungeon" decision in the future.

Given the hassle of getting here, it's no exaggeration when it comes to last chance.

"We're looking for treasure, Adele!

"Where are you so energetic..."

Even Isbell must have had a fight.

A woman named Blue who was with Red, his signs weren't weak either.

I can't tell you about people either, but there's still something horrible about not making them feel tired at all.

My face is very dumb, but this is still the Demon King.

I'm glad I'm on the side of making it.

"First, as always, look for the way downstairs."

"Oh. You were after that woman, but did you have anything that looked like a staircase over there?

"No, I didn't. That was a dead end."

"Right. This way, then."

I'm referring to the opposite side of Isbell's pursuit earlier.

No matter how brave and demon king you are, you are no different than a normal adventurer in a dungeon.

If you want to go to the lower tier, you just have to find your way on your own feet.

"So let's go!

Don't be alarmed.

"Well, who are you taking things to? Come on, let's go!

I was anxious to look at Isbell's back as he bravely progressed.

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"Mmm? Look! Crate!

On the way to the seventy-one hierarchy, Isbell raised her voice.

If you look ahead she rushed over, there's certainly a treasure chest there.

All the treasure chests that had been on the road so far had been emptied by the first ones to come.

Though the seventy tiers are under attack, they don't seem to be able to explore everything yet.

"Can I open it?

"Wait a minute...... yeah, I'm fine. Open it."

"All right!"

Occasionally, crates can be trapped.

It's a chest they say was installed by someone who made the dungeon, but I don't have a pretty good taste in it if it was really made by someone.

There is also the theory that dungeons occur naturally, but it is also strange to have a chest like this.

I, by the way, the dungeon pushes the theory of what God made of playfulness.

Because it's an institution that God in this world seems to like for someone else's fate.

If that fucking goddess (...) made it, I'm convinced.

"What's up? Thinking about it?"

"Oh, no. Nothing. So, what was in it?

"There was no big thing in it. About this demon stone at best?

Isbell's hand was ridden with a demonic stone of considerable size.

It's a demonic stone that won't go as far as a hug, but if it sells, it will sell for a pretty high price.

"The others are caged hands and helmets. It's fine, but we don't need it."

"Uh... right. Well, it's fine, and if you take it home, you can sell it."

"Mm, well. You wanted something like this."

I know it's no offense whatsoever, but if an adventurer you don't know asks, it's a line that's going to buy objection.

It certainly doesn't make a difference whether you wear it or not, or rather it could even make it harder to move.

But there's just no demand for us, and when it comes to gear out of a seventy tier chest, there's got to be someone who wants it more than he can get his hands out of his throat.

The only problem is that if we sell seventy tiers of gear, it will stand out.

No, that's not a problem anymore.

"I'll give it to Silver when I get home. That's fine if he buys it out, and you can buy and sell anything via Silver."

"Mm! Do you rely on him?!?"

"It's not a bad one."

"Mmmm..."

Isbell doesn't seem to like it, but I've already turned my impression of silver into something limitless good.

Silver's actions are all free of malice.

Simply an annoying one, but strength is real and has a style as one who stands above.

He's a man who honestly wants to stay in a relationship.

"I'm a class A clan leader, and I'm sure you're familiar with this city. At worst, let me introduce you to a hard-mouthed protective equipment shop or a blacksmith."

"... don't you have to follow me?

"Are you that bad..."

Does the impression that I made once mean that I can't wipe it inside?

I think I'll make it, looking at Isbell, who's obviously out of sight.

"You don't have to follow me, but this story starts with some offense to this dungeon."

"Don't you show me enough temper to try a complete offense!

"I thought it would take days..."

Put demon stones and protective equipment in a magic bag and walk out again.

Then were you lucky or bad?

Although we never found a new chest, we finally reached the front of the stairs leading to the seventy-one level.