D Genesis, 3 Years after Dungeon Appeared

The tree was large and had a splendid branch that did not look very orange at first glance.

If left unattended, the branches, which were supposed to stretch in all directions and be intricately intertwined, were stunningly stretched and kept in their ideal shape, even though they had not been pruned.

The greenhouse glass was cut into branches in both the ceiling part and the partition on the terrace side, and was integrated with the building as if it were such a design from the beginning.

And in the sun that was pouring down, lush leaves were dropping soft shadows into the room.

"Eh... what is this?

Until yesterday, there must have been a small tree like Zeze's sweet orange (* 1).

Sayama rushed out of the lab to check the door plate, wondering if he had entered the wrong room.

But that was undoubtedly the room where he cut the trees yesterday.

"Why did yesterday's tree end up like this?!

When I closed the door with an incredible feeling and approached the tree, I noticed that the room was quiet.

If there's a hole in the glass, the lab should be drawing air in full rotation to maintain negative pressure. But the compressor isn't moving that much.

I mean, the glass holes...

"Are you sticking to the trunk?

Looking up at that part, it was snug, as if the glass had melted into the shape of a branch or trunk.

But this means zero using a negative pressure greenhouse.

He looked up at the branch, as if he were passing through the glass.

Before the flowers bloom, we have to do something... but it's an unexplained phenomenon. If the cause is not known, it is likely that it will happen again and again.

But even if it is the cause, is this the scope of science?

At the very least, it is certain to deviate from the boundaries of botany. I had an instinct that it might not be as much for our own experts.

In the meantime, contact an organization with dungeon experts.

Sayama looked around the trunk carefully and raised the extremity receiver, calling his boss Mizuki.

"Sayama-kun... aren't you tired from yesterday today?

That's what Mizuki said when she heard the story.

He explained the current situation, arguing in his heart that he was just tired and would not see such a phantom.

"No, it's true. I've already broken through the greenhouse glass."

"If the glass breaks, should the alarm sound because the indoor pressure remains highly variable? Is this some kind of prank? Otherwise, are you crazy?

"... maybe not."

"Whoa, whoa."

"Anyway! Would you please come right away! You'll see!

"... okay."

Unfortunately, Mizuki cut the extensions.

"Hmm...."

Sayama closed her eyes and counted. As if that tree were going to disappear like a phantom.

And when you open your eyes and perhaps look back like you decided to...

"After all, there's no such a convenient story...."

Sayama sighed deeply at the fairy tale of a giant tree coming out overnight.

Besides, if you can grow so much in one night, you'll be born soon.

When Sayama thought so, the tree suddenly seemed to sway slightly.

Huh?

At that moment, something white and shiny appeared in the light near the tip of the branch.

"Huh!?

I didn't know what had happened, and Sayama's nose, looking at it bewildered, tickled with a refreshing sweet scent.

Tens of thousands of flowers were blooming in front of him.

"Ugh, lie...."

At that time, I heard the front door open, the water tree was sticking, and I opened the second door.

"Sayama-kun, what the hell..."

That said, the water tree was solidified by swallowing words into the reality before him.

When they were standing on a bar, a flower fell down.

At that moment, Mizuki returned to me and immediately skipped instructions and ran to the exterior.

"Sayama! Put on a sheet to prevent scattering! Cut off the branches!

"Well, how?

"There is a small chainsaw in the warehouse for high branches! Cut off everything on the front and cover it with a sheet! Prevent scattering as much as you can!

On instructions, Sayama ran out of the room in a hurry.

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"Just drop all the branches that are sticking out!

Sayama put a chainsaw on a relatively thick branch that was sticking out in front of her when she was told to pass through the glass.

The powder of wood flies as it makes a loud noise. After a short time, the twig broke with a loud noise fell to the ground with a heavy noise called Dosson.

The big fallen branch was dragged by a colleague who had Mizuki bring a plastic sheet and put it on.

It happened while Sayama was stretching the pole for the tall branch to drop the branch that was protruding from the top next.

"What?!

From the incision of the truncated branch, the light overflows and stretches into the shape of the branch.

And when the light had vanished in haste, in the sight of Sayama, who dodged it, the branches that were to be cut were resurrected.

"Hah?!

When he dodged, he saw the towel left in the light being cut into the shape of a branch, and he exclaimed.

I wonder what would have happened if the branches of light had penetrated my body... Sayama scratched the cold sweat and placed a chainsaw. Appropriate cuts may be dangerous.

But the resurrection of the branches?

The confused Sayama saw the branch that his colleague took with him today.

There was indeed a branch sitting there that was supposed to have been dropped earlier. It doesn't seem to be exactly the same branch as the new one.

"Bye, stupid...."

Beyond the glass, the water tree muttered in confusion.

"Could this be...."

Sayama thought vaguely whether it was a lip.

This isn't a dungeon... it should be. I've never heard of the phenomenon of lipops happening outside the dungeon.

Of course, he knew enough that he was not the expert. We need expert advice here.

Fortunately, he just met someone with only one appraisal in the world.

When he thought about it, he put people around his stunned ass and wondered if the flowers that had been blooming were once again wrapped in light, and in the next moment--

"Actually... did you?

--Many golden brilliant fruits were hanging from the branches.

I no longer know what it is.

As Sayama approached him, he took away a fruit from the nearest branch.

"Seems like..."

Actually, he didn't rip it off like a branch. At least now.

At the same time of the same day, in another laboratory in Tsukuba, God had no reason to know that the nose screams echoed like the wind.