Entering a Company From Another World!?

I know a different world when I woke up asleep in the morning.

When I was asleep, it was daytime, but when I woke up, it was daytime Isal.

And if you slept at night, you could wake up at night with the demon king army's continental anatalis.

With that, you feel the feeling of the carriage stopping, and open your eyelids as if you were slightly asleep.

I can't hear the noise outside inside the soundproof carriage, but it tells me that the destination is still busy and in circulation.

"This is it?

Before saying it's a destination, the two people who were awake earlier greet me in the morning, so I respond.

I feel uncomfortable with the morning even though it's night, but when I come to this world, it doesn't really matter whether it's light or dark.

If the time is in the morning, there is no doubt about it.

"Did you sleep?

"Yeah."

I fell asleep in an impossible position, but I could sleep better than I thought, and there was no pain in my body.

Fold the blanket while having a conversation with Mitt, wondering if his wild boarding experience in Isal was alive.

"Have you arrived?

"Yes, we have arrived at our destination. It's still outside the gate, but we'll be ready as soon as the checks are done."

"Examination?"

"Since the land near the dungeon is under the direct jurisdiction of the state, it is easy to go in and out, but on the contrary, we have to go through the procedure to get in."

The more Mitt answered with a bitter smile, the more he nodded.

"That's what managing dungeons is all about."

"Rather, that's my main job."

"What do you mean?

Since we are talking about managing the dungeon and obtaining materials, we thought that we had a clear hierarchy of controls and that we would be able to get materials safely on the way and easily if we could fight for them.

"What the army is doing is monitoring the presence of monsters in the dungeon and preventing smuggling, so they're not involved in the dungeon at all."

"What about it?"

"In the first place, we say management, but we can't control it at a stage where the dungeon function is insufficient. Anyway, there's no dungeon master to control, so there's nothing to control."

"... is that okay?

Isn't that like leaving a nuclear power plant that can be operated automatically and getting electricity?

It's not a dangerous dimension, but it could be catastrophic if it runs wild and the monster overflows.

"Yes, I've been using some dungeons hundreds of years ago, but I'm open without any problems. Anyway, our ancestors made the dungeon, so we have the know-how to use it safely even if we can't control it."

"Wouldn't it be safer to run it like a ranch?

I think it would be more efficient and stable to run a ranch that breeds monsters in demand than to breed in dangerous dungeons and go on a dangerous journey to hunt.

"Jiro, do you think you can be raised safely on a ranch where you can eventually eat the Black Dragon and use it as a material for armor? Sheep are grown to prune hair, but are they grown to scale the Black Dragon produced to fight brave men?

"I don't think so."

That's what I'm talking about.

I answered unexpectedly, but if you asked me, Mitt was right.

In an instant, you can easily imagine the ranch becoming a burning field.

Rather, it would be impossible to even imagine a death battle between the rancher and the Black Dragon.

I see that the dungeon adjusted for the brave has been harmed here.

"So all the monsters in the dungeon are basically unfamiliar to keep?

"That's what happens. It seems that I have been researching it, but it doesn't seem very pleasant. We know why, right? Monsters in a dungeon are basically very sensitive to death. So if you grow it for riding, transporting supplies, etc., it makes you obedient to some extent, but when it comes to food and materials."

"I feel like my life is in danger, and I feel violent."

"Yes, it's an individual who was originally created to defeat the brave. They seemed sensitive to those emotions at the genetic level."

The monsters were originally meant to intercept the Outsiders.

It makes no sense if it is of a mild character.

It makes sense for the first time in a fight.

There is no point unless there is a flood of survival instincts and wildlife.

There is no point in creating the weak part of the weak predator in the dungeon.

It would have been possible with the Dungeon Master, but there is no one who can do it.

It seems that the function of acting as a substitute is damaged, so it cannot be taken over.

Is that so?

From the point of view of the brave, the Dungeon Master is a medium boss, an enemy to be defeated.

It is impossible to leave behind.

"But as a country, we can't abandon the material because it's dangerous."

"It seems like it's going to be big economically."

And the good material of the monsters is the result of the efforts of the Demon King Army as a creature.

If the monster is adjusted for the dungeon so that the animal is covered in fur or the skin becomes stiff and robust to adapt to the environment, it will show a corresponding change.

A material that makes your nails hard and sharp to tear your enemies apart, and your eyes magically so you can kill them from afar, making your bones as sturdy as iron to survive an attack.

The strength of the monsters now is the result of allowing them to deal a little damage to the heroes.

It can be said that the material has improved due to its by-product meaning.

The amount invested would have reached a staggering amount with the years.

Even if it's out of control, it keeps producing the material.

Risk-friendly returns.

I can also nod that it would be profitable to separate it from natural resources.

That's why it's common to be an Adventurer Collector even though it's a Demon King Army.

"But monsters are made in the lab, right? Wouldn't you be able to make monsters for animal husbandry and materials?

"Neither do you."

"What?

"You can make monsters for livestock if you want to. Because we have that much technology. Delicious meat, cherry blossoms and kana leather. It's possible to create it. When this becomes an armor or a magic medium, the story changes. What does soft dragon scales mean? Do degraded fangs pierce armor?

"That is, the material that can be taken from weak individuals"

"Yes, basically only weak materials can be removed. Exceptionally exorbitant prices must be applied, but it is still inferior to the material of a strong individual. And if you ask me," What's in it for you? "

"It doesn't fit."

"Yes, I will. Above all, weaker individuals tend to have lower magical aptitudes naturally, so they are still less valuable as decorations, so there is no price above a certain value."

Even if it is suitable for mass production products, it is not suitable for single items.

There will be demand for you, and perhaps there will be a substitute for dungeon monsters.

The evolution of technology is advancing day by day.

However, the technology is not available now, and in conclusion, it turns out that I can't easily get the materials for my marriage.

Do you mean you have to tighten your mind again and take care of this case?

"We're both done here. My son-in-law, look outside."

"Outside?"

While I was talking, it seemed that Mr. Gray had completed the process of entering, and after interacting with your people, he asked me to look outside.

As he gently rolled the curtains, the carriage proceeded along the main street, which was about two lanes on one side.

Various shops line the streets, and you can see stalls everywhere.

They only deal in materials like monsters.

However, this is not an unusual sight in itself.

Maybe you won't get the materials and you'll have to look around later....

"What you see is where you're going."

"Destination... is that a dome?

Mr. Gray's look is not by the street, but beyond.

Lights are projected clearly even in the dark, reflecting clearly what lies ahead.

A hemispherical presence covered in white walls.

Is the size the same as or larger than the Tokyo Dome by visual inspection?

"Maybe that one."

"That's right. That's the dungeon."

"You miss it. It seems to have been repaired, but it hasn't changed."

It was still a dungeon to be able to tell the true identity of a huge architecture from afar.

And this flow of traffic is also heading towards the building.

When you look at the sidewalk, you can see the presence with the equipment.

"Whoa, that's...?! You're suddenly going to the dungeon!? Register or arrange a place to stay!?

So if you think about it calmly, you realize that you are flying through the various procedures perfectly.

Just how much equipment do you have in place, so you can get into the dungeon right away?

"Don't worry about the inn. Here is my villa. I plan to stay there for a while."

Oh, that's a big merchant.

It would be nice to have a villa.

And don't you dare to trespass?

"There's no problem getting into the dungeon. There is a military facility just outside the entrance. There's nothing wrong with hosting there."

"Is it like an Adventurer Guild?

"No, it's a military facility. The Adventurers Guild is that building."

I don't know what's going on here, but if there's no problem, that's fine.

An emblem overlaid with a shield, sword and bow on top of a well-timed building outside the carriage.

The people in and out of there dressed like adventurers.

"But why is the Adventurers Guild and the Army building divided into two organizations? If you divide it into two parts, it will be inefficient, and there will be trouble?

"I dare divide it. Originally, the country ran dungeons, but from the point of view of the people, especially merchants, dungeons are golden trees, and it is natural to be dissatisfied that the country has a monopoly on the source of income. That said, it is not easy to get involved in the state-owned industry. Only a few wealthy merchants are involved. Whether it comes from a country or a dungeon purchased from a luxury merchant, all are expensive substitutes. The price of the equipment and accessories that come from it is difficult to afford. A general merchant can accumulate dissatisfaction."

Mr. Grey talks indifferently.

The line of sight is facing me, but I can take it as if I was looking at something else.

"The Adventurers Guild is made up of contributions from these merchants. The country cannot help but move if the numbers help us to unite. That's how we formed a pipe with the country. The country has shown difficulty in entering industry, but negotiation is not the exclusive patent of politicians. If you drag a government official to the table, it is the merchant's business to open his mouth afterwards. The merchant took it to a situation that had to be admitted."

I am convinced by the creation of the Adventurer Alliance, which was told by Mr. Gray, who seems to be headed by an open-minded merchant.

The point is, the Adventurers Guild is a meeting place for small and medium-sized merchants.

Measures taken to counter major players.

I see.

"Thanks to this, we can now distinguish military personnel from Explorers and Alliance members from adventurers."

Hmm? I wonder what that self-ridiculous Grey said, and what Mitt's gaze was like looking away.

Feeling a hunch of trouble, the carriage finally reached the dungeon.

One word today.

OK, you're in trouble!! You're in trouble!!