Dungeon Master Makeup Money (formerly known as Dungeon Master Funding)

When we reach the second basement floor, we rely on the map to get to the exit.

But it quickly hits difficulty.

"That one, which one is this?

If you look at the map, you are supposed to walk northwest to the exit. But there are two aisles in front of you: the North Northwest and the West Northwest.

The shortcomings of the simplified map were manifested as early as possible.

"Ma, if you don't roughly go in the wrong direction, you'll be fine."

As I walked down the aisle to the northwest for now, I could hear the goblin chirping from across the bend. That's not one either. I was sitting on the ground wondering if the three goblins were even having any conversations.

Gently approaching the back as he kills the signs, he stabs his sword in the head.

"Gah!?

I'm surprised by the sudden pain, but it's obviously fatal.

When you pull out the sword, you make a dozzy noise and fall.

So, finally, the other two also notice the presence of the enemy, but it's as if they're slow to respond.

"Slow"

When Goblin, who was nearby, put up a stick, his neck was splashed, and when he slapped his sword on the stick, which was also set up by Goblin, he was blown to the wall, and his head was gutted and crushed because of the bump from his head.

"Wow."

When you're paying for blood on your sword as you lose your words to an indescribable sight,

"Kiki."

If I looked up to the voice I heard from the ceiling, a black bat attacked me as I spread my feathers.

"Damn."

A bat with big sharp fangs - a fangbat.

When I put my sword on top and slap it, Fangbat tries to bite it as he spreads his sharp fangy mouth wide as he quietly dodges my attack.

I hurry my sword back and try to intercept it,

"Ah."

I hadn't completely wiped out the blood when I pierced Goblin's body. Spot flies out of his wet hands with blood and pierces the wall.

- Oh, shit.

When I give up fighting with my sword, I take out the knife I brought for dismantling and put it in front of the mouth of the fangbat I've been trying to bite.

- Kickin '.

Fangbat takes the knife that appears in front of him, feeling threatened and protruding his sharp fangs.

At that moment, the knife splashes.

Fangbat laughs happily that the knife he was feeling threatened was easily smashed. I was sure of the victory. In fact, I don't bring any weapons besides swords and knives.

However, there is still the art of fighting.

When you let go of the knife, you use both hands to hit the fangbat. Hit him.

"Kick..."

Fangbat falls as he raises his weak voice.

Exactly. Even though it's a demon, if you get beaten dozens of times, you can't move. Besides, I was wondering if my status would work out if I came out upstairs in the basement.

"The question is, what are we gonna do with this guy?"

I never knocked down a fangbat and never dismantled it, but I know my fangs are inexpensive as a material because I knew a whole lot. However, in order to bring back only the fangs, it was necessary to dismantle them, and the knife needed to dismantle them was crushed by the fangbat.

There is no way to dismantle it.

There is also the means of bringing back the fungbat's body intact, but then the contents of the bag are filled.

Here, I'm going to go home, but I think the goal of getting used to the labyrinth has been accomplished.

Once we recovered Fangbat's body and the sword pierced the wall, we decided to use the metastatic crystal to return, aiming for a straight line of stairs leading to the third basement floor.

I tried to retrieve my sword while holding a big, swollen bag, and there was a problem.

"I can't get out..."

He tries to pull through the sword he stabbed with both hands and with all his strength, but the sword doesn't even freak out.

"I have no choice. I can't say I'm not very good at it."

Use simple earth magic with no name against the wall.

The magic used was the magic that changed the shape of the soil, and when I worked in the field with my help, I thought it would be easier, etc., but later I got angry. Apparently, plowing the fields using soil magic would make the soil worse and the next year the crops would no longer grow.

But what we have in front of us right now is a dirt wall that doesn't need to worry about the condition.

Worst of all, it will be back to normal or in a different form at the time of structural change in four days.

At last, my magic broke down and the other side was visible as the earth walls ragged.

- Uh, the other side?

I've used up most of my magic with my current magic because of the low amount of magic I originally had, but I don't think I can break up that much with my magic. Does that mean that there was originally space at the end of the dirt wall where the sword was piercing, and that it collapsed the wall that was in time?

But I am heartened by this development.

"I knew..."

Beyond the magically made hole there was a large room like a large room, with a large chest in the center called 'Whatever'.

"This is a hidden room, after all."

These are the places in the labyrinth, where the treasure chests were supposedly placed with a high probability.

I was thinking of going on a labyrinth expedition looking for these crates to pay off my debts, but I didn't expect to be able to find them within the first day.

When you retrieve your sword from the collapsed wall and you enter the great hole, you stand in front of the crate.

"Hey, what's in it?

Gi, the chest I opened sounding was packed with tons of gems.

"Huh..."

I accidentally lost my word to that amount.

If you were able to redeem all this amount of gems, I'm not talking about debt repayment. I can afford to live for a while.

"With this, it's easy to pay off your debts."

With the jewels in your hands, thinking about what happened after you redeemed them...

"Come on, you've attracted a lot of treasure."

I heard voices from behind.

Looking back at the familiar voice, the leader of the adventurer I met on the first basement floor. No supporters seemed ill, but there were others.

"What the hell is it?

"Maybe, I've been following you for a long time, but I didn't think you'd find me this hidden room."

"It didn't look like it was attached to someone..."

"Come on, don't compare professionals like us to amateurs like you"

The man who answered my question was a scout.

I see. If you're an adventurer good at reconnaissance, you're also good at hiding signs. So if that opponent is human enough to fight a little more than ordinary people like me, he's no different than an amateur when it comes to signs?

Besides, I never thought of getting used to the labyrinth or paying attention to maps and being attached to someone.

"So, you're not going to tell us to give ourselves the contents of this crate, are you?"

I'm not gonna say that.

But I can't believe you're looking at the niggling faces of the men.

"All the contents of that chest are ours."