Dungeons for the Devil, Dungeons for the Core (Book Version Title: A Different World Dungeon Made with the Devil)

Crowe was confused.

An attempt was made to disarm the dungeonization of the sunken cruiser, which had already been used because the turret and machine gun structure had been figured out, and somehow it was impossible to disarm it. The dungeon (...) was still sitting in front of Crowe.

United States Navy Light Cruiser Christmas City. It was built as the twenty-eighth ship of a Cleveland class cruiser and sunk in the wake of the thunderstorm of submarine A on a virgin voyage. Was it because of the dungeonization of a special existence called a warship, or because the mindless mind that sank without a match with the enemy while being created as a warship (bu bu), Christmas City, once created as a cruiser and supposed to sink as a cruiser, refused to be dedungeoned and is still at the bottom of the sea as a dungeon (ah).

(... I wonder what's going on)

I had no idea how to end this, although I have the consciousness to have done so magnificently - magnificently more spectacularly than ever before.

(... I dungeoned it, so it would be awkward (first) to sink in here like this... or so, it's more and more impossible to talk about transporting such a big fat ass over there... I wish I could at least move it somewhere a little deeper...)

At that time, two sights emerged behind Crowe's brain like flashbacks.

One is the figure of (how about now) making a prestigious journey through the Great Sea Plains.

The other is memories of once having my grandfather's military shoes regenerated in the condo.

(... Play (Restore) Can you navigate on your own... can you do it?

The famous phrase "If you eat poison, even a plate" flashes (flickers) behind Crowe's brain.

(I'll reopen it when I get here... I don't have any other hands... do it... let's do it (...))

Finally, Crowe went on an outrage to regenerate a cruiser (Restore).

After a week of using dungeon magic and alchemy - oh, it explains the situation to my kids - the regeneration and development of Christmas City was going well, horribly. For the Christmas City dungeon core, I bought a super oversized glass ball - apparently for display - online. It was also difficult to turn it into a demon stone because it had a diameter of eighty centimeters, but as a result of pouring magic into it until it became a snare every day, it was transformed into an "unreasonable demon jewel ball", so I set this up in the engine room with a dungeon core. Other than that, I prepared some "unreasonable demonic crystal stones" about twenty centimeters in diameter and installed them on the bridge (bridge) and the command tower and the CIC. With this large figure, one core won't be enough.

I don't even know how it works when the installed "Unreasonable Demon Treasure Ball" starts to function as a dungeon core - I'm guessing it's a dungeon self-repair function, but I'm not sure - and the damaged area recovered back to normal, and Christmas City regained its former ability to navigate. No, we can go solemnly in the ocean, so it's better than ever. I was wondering if the crew remains could be turned into skeletons, but they seem to have been taken in by Christmas City as they are. There seemed to be no personal level resentment such as carelessness or remorse left.

Order Christmas City for now to move deeper than the sinking spot. If you find out there's no hull where it should have sunk, you'll make a scene, but there have been cases of sunken Dutch battleships being stolen by metal scrap collectors, and you'll misunderstand that the same thing happened... I hope you misunderstand...

Late at night, we surfaced off the ship's route - me and Christmas City - to test a 40-millimeter machine gun. Dungeon magic and alchemy restored the look just like new, but we need to make sure it actually runs fine. It was just heavy enough to release the main gun, but I thought it would be better to test the machine gun.

In case there was an outbreak, I was in a cage in a robust command tower. At first, I thought I'd stay away from the ship, but I reconsidered that it would be safer to stay on board than to have done the dungeonization.

In conclusion, the machine gun test was a success without any problems… I often figure it out myself, such as how I replenished the machine shell, but if I can use it anyway, it's fine.

We went back to the bottom of the deep sea again after we had made sure of what we needed to know.

"What do you mean there was an unidentified warship in the picture?

"This is it... yesterday, or late tonight's image, but if you zoom in and process it..."

"... looks like an old-fashioned warship, huh? A cruiser?"

"I don't see it well because of the fog, but it looks like a cruiser during World War II. … but the problem is that there is no thermal response to the infrared image."

"... you still say you're drifting?

"No, it doesn't look like drifting. Couldn't confirm on the next perimeter...... within 200 km of the perimeter"

"... what's the line of some handful of pranks?

"I don't care who stays here, why do you do that? And..."

"And how, you know. Either you deceived a reconnaissance satellite, or you dived underwater, either way, it's hard to think about, and I don't want to think about it."

"What will you do with the report?

"Let it out. It's not something we can decide on, is it? It's their job up there that's bothering them."