Hazure Skill ‘Mapping’ wo Te ni Shita Ore wa, Saikyou Party to Tomo ni Dungeon ni Idomu

This wasn't supposed to happen. How did this happen?

Rafa Southern Doll was crushed by deep regret while holding a broken bracelet in her right hand.

There was no problem along the way. Although there was an unexpected breakdown that notebook athlons could not be brought into the party, they were able to acquire a one-off force called the Mia Rhine, and the dungeon strategy was well underway.

But now I have a replacement bracelet that replaces the owner's death for once.

The fact that it was broken meant that Reifa was dead once.

We've already cut all four stacks of the Cross Shield Schuderich. Other defensive magic equipment was also too harsh to be used.

I was completely distracted. There was also a slow heart.

I thought this "Princess's Army (Princess Knights)" that I had made was not a dungeon strategy.

I didn't think the "Arrivals" were the eyes of a 21-story group.

Humanity's first glory was ourselves, and we thought it was only a matter of how quickly we could accomplish the rest.

But why don't you try 21 levels? The Princess' Army (Princess Knights) was already semi-destructed against the boss whose Reacher (Albers) was defeated.

One party member is dying. One has been sealed off and the rest of the members have incurable injuries with sacred magic.

It's only a matter of time before we destroy them all. The Devil who waves the Magic Sword does not do much damage. On the other hand, how many minutes do we have left?

How could the Reacher (Albers) have made such a sacrifice?

I don't know now. I can't find a vision of survival.

"Rafa! Stay with me!

I can hear a call. You're supposed to hear it, but it's not coming into your head.

Words fell into a row of sounds, and sounded meaningless.

"Come on! Give me directions!

"Even if we fight like this, we will not be spared. Make a quick decision!

What instructions? What's judgment?

I don't understand what you're saying. Is there any instruction or anything that decides to die here?

It was good at first. I had some trouble with Hierarchical Monsters, but I couldn't defeat them.

The number of people coming out was small, and there was no hierarchy involved, so I thought it was a relatively easy hierarchy to attack.

The inner boss didn't show up and smiled with his nose.

What an applause. Is there anyone in this hierarchy who reaches the 'Albers'? In my heart, I laughed at the fact that the party that was once said to be closest to dominating the dungeon was no big deal.

But that was a complete mistake.

This hierarchy was cunning. I kept my guard down until just before the hierarchical attack, and placed the gimmick of total sanctity nullity and a boss with overwhelming maneuverability and power at the end.

As the existence of Gilbert was the foundation of the party, sacred nullity was a gimmick that was too effective for the Princess Army (Princess Knights).

Front line that suddenly disappeared. Even if I tried to get back up in a hurry, I was instantly shaken by the enemy's pure ability to fight.

Mia's attack. The Devil ignores the opponent as Ornes pushes straight into it.

Stand right in front of the rear guard.

The instant deployment of the cross shield coincided with the demon swinging down his sword.

I thought I'd made it in time.

The stack was reduced by one and I realized that I was not in half when I saw the enemy after swinging down the sword.

I exhaled relieved. I think that was one failure.

An instant burst of serial fire. Reflectively consuming Schüderich's stack, all the stacks were shredded in seconds.

It was too late to retrieve the next defensive item from the item bag. My neck was flying.

The torso in sight. I felt the hand trying to take it out, but the hand searching inside the item bag was right in front of me.

Instant sound. The replacement bracelet broke.

A retrograde that overturns the reason of the world. A symbol of impunity for Reaper that can only be avoided once in your life.

I realized that I had used it because I felt it when I put my hand on my neck.

I don't remember much from that. I don't know how I handled it, and I don't know why I'm alive.

Just use most of the magic tools in the item bag to crush it, and Mill covers himself and is in a state of death.

The remaining oans and mia, Gilbert, who can't use sacred magic, stood up to the demon, but he was only twisted and shredded without being able to effectively strike the enemy.

"Hey, princess! Conquer the dungeon! You're going to be king! Judge quickly!

Is this voice from Ornes? I don't know if it was such a rough voice.

"Enough! This is useless. Let's go with my husband's plan!

Husband's idea, huh? The story progresses where you don't know yourself.

"Are you sure? You don't need Rayfa's permission?

"It's not like you can take it! Hey, Limna!

"Nah, what is it!

"Just get out of here! And get out of the dungeon and go get help!

Help what? Are you going to run away from this hierarchy?

Certainly there is no boss room on this floor.

The rule that only six people can enter the boss's room does not apply, so theoretically we can call for help.

But there's no point in calling for help. Because this is the deep end of the dungeon.

Even if there were only a limited number of people who could reach the land themselves, and even if there were people who had the right to step into the 21st floor, they would not have been able to help themselves.

Goodwill? I don't think people in the world have that kind of thing.

In return? Surely some may ask for something in return for saving the princess's life.

I would have given anything in return if someone showed up to save my life from this predicament.

But it doesn't suit me. How dare you confront such a demon in return?

No matter what wealth or power you have, there is no point without life. If you die, you lose all your worth.

There will be hundreds of other dungeon parties that know that. People who are permanently at the mercy of the exchange of life should know so well that they hate it.

"To whom is help!?"

"Think for yourself!" Arrivals "or whatever! I need the one who gets here right away!

Only the "Arrivals" are useless. They resent themselves.

Notre Aslon harmed Neme, the priest of their party, of course.

Besides, there's Sophie at that party.

I truncated her. I kicked her out with or without telling her repeated failures.

I didn't expect such a person to reach out for any help. Instead, I'd rather abandon it with joy.

To avenge the opponent who looked down on you, to regret the truncation, to abandon you. That is what human beings take for granted.

Limna, who leaves the scene just to call for help, is not really going to call for help.

One man has a chance to escape this predicament.

There is no danger of calling for help and going back to the dead again.

It would be wiser to call for help, make a promise, and let go of the promise.

Give up the party members and think about life from tomorrow as if nothing had happened.

I'm sure Limna will. I want to do it myself. I don't want to die.

"Wait ─ ─"

He squeezed his voice and tried to stand up, but he broke his balance and pushed himself to the floor.

"Why!? Why can't I get up!?"

It's settled. Because there is no bottom from the right knee.

I don't have legs to walk with. That's all.

"I have to run, I have to run..."

"What should I do ─ ─"

"Limna! It's ignored. I'll take full responsibility. Get out of here!"

But everyone ─ ─

"I'm telling everyone to call for help to survive! Mill has managed to save his life with magic tools. Even a princess is not going to die soon. Even our wounds can still be treated with Mia's spiritual recovery spelling."

"─ ─"

"Fifteen minutes, no, twenty minutes. So call for help by then!

Twenty minutes. I can't. I don't think that demon will survive enough.

In two minutes, they will be wiped out.

"Don't waste a precious minute and a second! Limna!"

"Okay!

Limna ran away from the devil. Don't turn around. At a glance.

Cheating. I want to escape too. You can't die here.

Rayfa followed her as she walked away with a similar gaze to grievances.