Entering a Company From Another World!?

I told Grey there was nothing, but I might have made the wrong choice.

After a hibernation, even if I start the dungeon strategy again, I don't even know if I actually heard the lyrics, but the song just now sticks to my head.

I often say that I regret not standing up for you.

I've been worried and I can't concentrate for half a day now.

Even in such a state, the body that reacts to the killing gas separately from the thought performs an action to defeat the opponent by waving its arms before thinking.

Despite a light shake, the ore tree rips the air and tears apart the neck and torso of an armadillo crocodile.

Once you can connect with the ore tree, if you put the more sharp ore tree in front of you, it won't change whether you cut your skin like a rock or a spoon.

So the next question is how to handle the opponent's attack as soon as I can identify it.

I cut myself in between steps, and the repeated work has managed so far.

It was good that I was able to deal with the problem without being surrounded or alarmed by the crowd after entering deep into such a situation, but I've been worried about the content of my dream for a while now.

I can't help but hear that singing on the way to the dungeon.

Normally, I only remember nightmares such as the contents of dreams, but this time I remember them as an exception.

Speaking specifically of the contents of the nightmare, I always dream about the same contents on the night I trained with the instructors....

Huh? Huh?

Isn't that real?

Look at the same thing twice!!

Thanks to this, the review can be kept alive for the next time. But I'm more than happy about that!!

Who am I poking at?

Well, that's fine... let's get back to it.

Even if I remember the contents of the dream so clearly over time, I guess that dream is informing me of the danger.

I think it's called a predictive dream.

But unfortunately, there is no element of joy that my intuition has finally entered the realm of prediction, and I don't even think it is something that can be optimistic.

Somehow, this smells like trouble.

That's what my intuition says.

It's time for the first destination.

"Ah, the monster raid has been interrupted, and this has entered the territory of the other monsters. And given the location, it's time."

"Which one?

"Wait... I found it. It's a nightmare sheep."

But I don't think I'll have time to worry about it for a while.

Hiding in the shadow of the rock, Mitt, who was flying spirits to explore the surroundings, opened his closed eyelids and pointed in the direction of travel.

"There is an area that replicates the plains ahead. There's a herd of nightmare sheeps... about a hundred of them."

"Hundreds... you're after females, aren't you? What percentage?"

"About 20% of the total."

I've heard a lot about you, but there aren't many.

"Because it's such an ecology, I can't help it. Besides, if the number of males decreases, the females run away. It's no mistake as a seed survival instinct, but it's not easy for us."

"You mean you can't hunt if you're in trouble with males? I guess we'll have to go through the operation, huh?

"Yeah, so the basic option is to raid and hunt a scalpel at once. If you use wind magic or water magic, the wool will be damaged, so I basically turn to auxiliary."

"I will collect my loot from the monsters."

"Roger that, please."

After the meeting, we'll just keep an eye on the monsters.

The dungeon here is different in colour from the type of dungeon we are challenging.

The dungeon of the company is unified by the race of demons, insects, and undead.

It is formed by the advantage of taking control and making it easy to summarize, but the dungeon here is different.

It is a type of dungeon that allows monsters of multiple races in each hierarchy to create territory and secure variations.

It is difficult to control that much, but the attacking side also needs to respond.

It's a hassle to be able to deal with just one type of monster.

Fortunately, there is no one who can't hang up so far, so I am proceeding without any problems.

On the day I meet someone I can't cut off, I can only use physical strengthening magic. As for me, Mitt's Spirit Magic will become a lifeline.

On the other hand, unlike the company's dungeon, there is a wide layer of combat power, but I feel it is thin.

Anti-stress is required, but breaking through is not difficult in itself compared to the dungeon of a company that can match the number.

I wonder if this is evidence of territorial boundaries, because the space is a buffer zone and the monster count is sparse.

Thanks to this, the small pause is pinched.

It is a dungeon where you can think of the advantages of attacking without interruption and the advantages of expanding your ability to apply them.

That said, this dungeon is also quite an old substitute, and I don't know how the current idea of dungeon design is fixed.

I see a lot of them, really.

While you're talking like that, your feet will continue to move forward, and you'll sneak into the walls of your destination, mindful that you won't hear your voice.

I had heard the number, but when I actually saw the herd, I had a different feeling.

It seems easy to see the difference between the number of numbers and the actual number, but after that, I think there is another kind of refraining, and it excites my mind that it is not the case that I am discouraged here.

"You're in the middle?

"Yes, it's a female. Different hairs, isn't it?

"Yes, it only shines in the middle."

Male wool may have been good, but the fur color is dull because of the ferocity.

But on the other hand, the female wool showed a brilliant white color, even though she didn't know the battle.

Females that are not like jewels but show off their gloss with the reflection of light.

Sure, I know it's a luxury even if I'm an amateur.

And we haven't noticed it yet, so it's in good shape for an ambush.

It took a lot of work, but I finally got the first item.

……

"What's wrong?

And yet I can't take one step.

Grey, who was suspicious of the behavior, could not answer because of unfounded anxiety.

Look to the left for nothing, look up for nothing, look behind and make sure Mitt is there.

If you look at the front, you can still see the landscape as if you were lost in the ranch at first glance.

……

……

Grey and Mitt, who felt weird about me but could only reply silently, also looked out for the surroundings.

I have a strange heartbeat.

It feels like this space itself is just a trap.

"Nothing?

"Oh, I don't feel it either."

"I don't feel it either. But I have a strange feeling."

"A hunch?

"I can feel it recently, but this conjecture. It doesn't matter if it's okay or not, we've got a hundred rounds of bad stuff right now."

I don't know the exact timing, but it's only recently that I realized it.

However, I felt that the median rate was high when I had a bad feeling from before.

I feel the same feeling now.

"You feel that feeling?

"Yeah, maybe we should retreat."

He opens his mouth to such a clear, unfounded feeling, but he doesn't know what he's saying.

Looking around, there are no trapped or unknown enemies or clearly dangerous strong enemies.

I just have the monster in front of me.

From the side, it only looks like you're scared.

I am aware that even if you say so, I have no choice but to adopt an attitude.

But something inside me whispers that something irreversible is going to happen here.

"? I found another party. You're coming this way. But this move... is it running away from something? And that seems pretty confusing."

"Anything? You think something pretty bad is approaching?

"Yeah, maybe. It's a little away from the party, but I also feel a distorted force. Because of this, spirits are also making noise. Jiro is right. Maybe we should pull this off for a while."

It seems that Mitt found a reaction to a party in which spirits were flying around to guard the dungeon.

The fact that you can get off here will mean that you have the strength you deserve.

But if a party like that is running away, do they live in dragons?

Did Nightmare Sheep notice the fighting noise, or did the males eating grass and the sluts lying lazily also face in that direction at once.

Because I heard the battle so clearly.

I thought it would be a one-time opportunity if I didn't have a bad feeling, so I set up an ambush, but I only think that the movement of Nightmare Sheep itself supports my bad feeling.

"Pull. All right?

……

Ah.

"Mr. Mitt?

Immediate and immediate action.

That's what's been keeping me alive.

I quickly turned my back and tried to get away from the scene, but Mitt didn't respond as if he felt something, and his eyes were jammed towards the sound of the battle.

"Are you okay?! Hey, come on!

"What are you going to do!! Nightmare sheep herd ahead!

"I know!! He won't attack monsters, but it'll be a wall!! Just think about running now!! Cross the hierarchy and he won't be able to follow us!

"I know!! My spirits are gone! If that happens, we don't have a shield.

I missed the time to escape altogether, but on the contrary, I knew why Mitt couldn't leave.

A dark elf party that jumped out of a different aisle from ours.

For a moment I thought it was a combination of men and women, but there was another Dark Elf woman on the back of the man.

And on the back of a dog as big as a lion, with green fur, who runs along with his spiritual side, you can see a man in armor.

Later than that, a spiritual spirit emerges like a raccoon whose tail flattens wide enough to hide, about the size of a human who has been blown away this time.

Mars!

Raccoons with blue fur desperately try to intimidate the opponent and protect the Lord.

But the reality is cruel, and the intimidation doesn't seem to have made sense to them.

Ignoring the threat, the Magic Bullet attacked him again, and his torso blew up again and fell to the ground.

But we also get up hard and strip our teeth again.

The figure is full of wounds, and the magic is shed like blood and is about to disappear even now.

The woman of dark elves, the LORD, shouted worriedly, but he could not afford to answer.

The proud tail that can be used for offensive defense is full of scratches, nails are broken, fangs are not reached, and the magic of spiritual pride cannot be used one step ahead of the magic.

The Lord desperately tried to cast magic and heal the Spirit after seeing him like that, but he hasn't recovered in time.

Everything is off.

It is obvious that they are disadvantaged, and it is visible that they will be wiped out if left unchecked.

I saw Mitt's face when I saw such a sight.

"... Mr. Gray, will you listen to my stepson's selfishness?

"... when I see a vampire, if I do the same thing, I'll ask."

Yes, I promise.

Determination may be light, but seeing it, I was quick to decide on a course of action.

If the conditions are met, even if we know it's troublesome, there are people who move.

Mr. Gray sighed and understood what I was going to do.

If the opponent were a beast, not a dark elf, I would have retreated without hesitation.

If I hadn't thought of marrying Suela, I would have withdrawn without hesitation.

If I were to make a deal with them, I would have already decided to help them.

"Mr. Mitt."

Jiro.

"I'll help. I'm going to get rid of the Nightmare Sheep now and lead them here. Mr. Mitt wants to treat them."

"I'm sorry."

"I heard from Suela. Dark Elves think they're friends, and that's why they can't be abandoned if their lives are at stake. Then why can't I just ignore it when I'm going to lead the family?

Is it a good thing or a bad thing to be prepared with a bitter smile?

I was indecisive. I'm glad I got the decisiveness to know where I disappeared, but I think it's easier to penetrate my neck every time I get into trouble.

Mr. Grey, I need their escort.

"Hmm, I'll be there as soon as I'm done. Don't push me."

"I will do good."

Unlike the company, this place cannot be transformed into a magical body.

If you die like Isal, that's it.

Challenging strong enemies means risking your life.

Aware of it and ready to survive, I push the razor and the battle switch inside me.

I asked Mitt to treat them and Grey to escort them. I'll turn them into a storm.

Being the top gear with one leg, I first attacked Nightmare Sheep in a strange ambush to secure the passage.

Originally, I was trying to impose a handicap of not bleeding to secure the wool, but it was no longer necessary.

In that way, I don't think that I "lose" even if I think it is "troublesome" for an individual who is strong by the herd.

Mass production of Nightmare Sheeps using all of the mineral tree's reach.

"Huh, what? Are you coming this way?

"Another party!? Run!!"

"Run away, I'll buy you some time."

When attacked from the reverse direction that I was alert to, I had to expose the nightmare sheep.

Some of the individuals reacted, but by the time I fully responded, I had reached the Dark Elves' party, but I didn't stop and just passed by.

"Humans!? Why are you here?"

"I don't know. Maybe a combat slave. Look, there's a dark elf over there!

"My clan helped me!! Thank you."

I had a minimal conversation and stopped after I jumped into the aisle.

I could hear the conversation behind it, and I didn't have time to reassure myself that they'd made it to Mitt safely.

"Well, what do we do?

I knew there was something out there in the dark.

The opponent, who didn't have any fun shards whether a demon or a demon appeared, rubbed the chains with Jalajara.

"Ha. Fantasy promised, but I didn't want to fight honestly."

I laughed with my nose and brought myself to life, but honestly I wanted to mourn my bad luck.

The whole body is wrapped in restraints, two of the three pairs of wings are sealed, and the left and right arms have chains with iron balls.

I can tell from the swelling of my chest that she is a woman, but her face is covered with a harmful mask, and I can't ask her face.

I thought it was because there were demons, but I didn't expect to meet them like this.

"I wonder if we can work this out in a conversation. Angel."

A god's messenger with white wings who is supposed to oppose the Demon King army.

Of course, I didn't think we could talk over the mask.

Words that only lighten my mood will surely be ignored.

The angel attacked me without saying anything and without reason.

I intercept it, pointing the blade, somehow realizing that this angel is a singer of songs.