I Kinda Came to Another World, but Where’s the Way Home?

◇ Basement Floor 5 ◇

5th basement floor, which was a much narrower place. The floor, rather than the room. It's a bit of a room. But there's nothing in the room.

Nothing in this case, which means nothing. Wrapped in white walls, including ceilings, the only room with striking black floors, nothing, no doors, no stairs. Seriously, there was just space.

But there seems to be some kind of trick with nothing.

Setup # 1, "I Can't Use Magic"

The moment Finia walked into this room, the Fairy Song (Fairy Torch) scratched out. Then, no matter how many times I tried to activate it, Finia said I couldn't activate it because of the feeling that the magic couldn't be worked out well.

Perhaps there are tricks in place that will fog the magic. It's a nasty trick.

Setup # 2, "Gravity is Getting Stronger"

Black floors in this room. Perhaps it has the properties of pulling against the organisms that stand on it and the objects that are placed on it. Rather than gravitational manipulation, is it suction property? Finia's not affected at all because she's floating in the universe.

This trick is a little troublesome. My muscle strength is lower than my other abilities, so I think I'm pretty weak for this type of trick. Because I have to be able to move thoroughly to take advantage of resistance values, agility values, skills, etc.

Well, if you get on the mood that floats in the universe, we'll work it out. I'll use my concentration, but I'll put Lulu on it, and I'll float in the universe.

"... this is the bottom floor? Nothing."

"Well, I can't inhibit magic sensing even if I feel a magical reaction right now."

There are no gaps or slight irregularities in this room to move forward. It's a complete orthotetrahedron room. There's just a path through the stairs that comes down, a complete end.

You're stuck, and Finia and I scratch our heads the same way. It doesn't make sense that the ability to defy the enemy is useless.

So I'll just work my head off a little bit to get to this point. The trick in this room...... I can tell you that the trick to make magic unusable or magic unusable is probably the intention of not wanting magic to be used. If you use magic, is it because you can easily figure out how this room works, or can you make any changes by using magic... anyway, magic seems to be key to breaking through this room.

"Finia, can't you even practice magic in your body?

"I can't do it, it's like I'm reacting to magic in my body and fogging it"

"Hmm... it's a hassle"

Neither me nor Lulu are good at the art of dealing with the magic of something. I used to wonder if I could use magic, but I didn't know how to use it without time to learn. I have no choice.

Then there was a glimmer of light on us that was troubled.

"Dear Tight...... I smell blood and corpses"

"Huh?"

Suddenly, Lulu leaked that way. The smell of blood and corpses...... I thought it was an undead or zombie dog, but there is no such thing on the fifth basement floor, and for some reason those experimental animals didn't come close to the stairs. Even if Lulu's sense of smell is enough to sniff it off to a rather distant odor, then you won't have to bother saying it now.

I mean, something's smelling different than before.

"What do you mean?

"... from under this black floor, slightly but smells like blood and corpse. It's not a living corpse like the undead and zombie dog we just had... it's the smell of a dead, properly rotten corpse"

From under the black floor, they say it smells like a normal corpse. It's a funny story that something doesn't smell different, but a normal dead odor hints at it.

I mean, Lulu's sense of smell is that there's space under this black floor... and he's telling me there's a body. That would be enough if only I could tell. Destroying the ground floor from the first to the fourth basement was going to affect the mansion upstairs, and I didn't do it because I was finding the stairs, but the fifth basement... and if the range of rooms is so narrow, it's probably okay.

"Let's destroy the ground"

"How?

"With my special moves."

My Special Attack. With Fortress Brow, this toon has 5 times more Attack than its Resistance. If there's space down there, we can destroy about this black floor.

"All right, for now, Lulu. Will you hit me lightly? Yeah, you're gonna fight back, right?

"? Yes......"

He gently hits me. He flushes Lulu's fist with his left hand, and waves his fist out towards Lulu. Though it was a terrible speed, Lulu was instructed to avoid it beforehand, so she flaunted my fist.

And I change the destination of my fist to the black floor. It is not a stray bullet, it is the use of a stray fist. A fist that collides with the black floor with all its might destroys the black floor as it scatters a tremendous roar and a gushing thunderstorm. The floor, which was broken as if breaking a barrier, fell to the ragged space below.

We were floating in the universe, so we never fell together. Take a peek under the hole you've drilled yourself as you drop off the floor as it floats in the universe. There was a red and black stained road. Perhaps that red and black color is the culprit of the smell captured by Lulu's sense of smell, blood.

I don't know whose blood it is, but it's a good amount... you can't cover one or two blood volumes.

"I'm coming down."

Speaking up, I move down the mood I was riding with Lulu. It's not Lulu, but if you're wrapped up in the smell of blood, you'll know right away. The smell of dark iron mixed with the rotten smell of meat is awesome. I found the expression slightly distorted.

This is where the malice of someone who made this place is packed. The road that leads to the deepest part of it...... in such a roundabout, who the hell did what?

Extinguish and descend on the red and black road. The blood seems to be dry, and there was a sound of cracking hardened blood.

"... hmm? There are footprints...?

Huh, I found a massive amount of footprints on the red hardened blood path... From small footprints, there are also footprints of adult women. Tons of footprints.

This may be relatively new or old. What do you mean?

With that in mind, we move on to those with more footprint orientation for now. The direction of the footprint is falling apart because it goes and goes, either way there seems to be something going on, but there must be something more in the direction we're headed. When I expanded my grasp of the air space to try it out, I found that there was a lot of space.

Besides - there are people.

Unlike the undead, he's probably human because he's making rational moves. Speaking of back length, is it about the same as me? I'm moving my fingers in front of a big device or something, and there's a round device or something in the same shape around me, so maybe it's a hit.

I need to go see if this person is the one who built this institution... or the one who has inherited the will of the person who made it... or the Demon Nation, not the human... or something. I'm sure there's something there about Noel's death... and what happened at that time.

Make sure of that, I have to help the leashes. [M]

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"... no undead, no goolhounds, no magic golems... and I didn't expect to break through that room"

The person Orange Sound captured in the spatial grasp of the air was moving a large piece of equipment as predicted by Orange Sound. The device looks like a magic prop, but perhaps the mechanism is close to Earth's science. I don't know who made it or for what purpose, but the person moves the equipment all the way before leaving in front of it.

Take the little magic props you left behind and make sure they're in good shape. Gasha, inserted something into that magic prop with the sound of

The person then stands to confront the entrance to its wide space with a dry footsteps. I pointed the magic prop at the entrance and bit my lip.

Perhaps this person is not good at combat. That's why he relied on demonic props, undead and goolhounds... orange noise was placing that presence he said was a zombie dog, and the golem and so on to hit him back.

"Honestly, I wish no one would have come... but I can't help it, I have to fight to protect this place"

I closed my eyes and opened them again a few seconds later.

And the big door that was pointing at the demon prop opens. What appears is a fairy to the three boys and girls seen in the LCD of the demon prop, but this person activated the demon prop before confirming its appearance.

A thin, short tube is stretching toward the body of an orange noise from a handshake clenched in the palm.

The hassle involved in activation is simple and lucid - just pull the 'trigger'.

Doing so forces the activator's magic to suck up, and that magic becomes a small bullet and pops out. The form of the magic prop was in the form of a 'pistol' where we call it on Earth. The difference would be that it uses magic as a bullet, and the gunpowder used to fire would also be substituted with magic.

Force the user's magic to suck up, and the pistol-type magic item automatically forms a magic bullet. Doing so allows the user to use the magic bullet used by the wizard simply by giving him magic. Besides, small, penetrating substitutes are more lethal than regular magic bullets.

The released bullet is sucked into the orange noise frown.

However, this person's miscalculation would have resulted in an overly high tolerance value for orange noise. Now the bullet hits between the orange eyebrows at the same time - because it sounded bursting and fogged away.

"Nah......!?

"Hmm... things hit my eyebrows a lot today"

The orange noise that came in said so rubbing between his eyebrows, but the person who shot him had a stunned look on his face. It doesn't matter what you think, because the power of this magic bullet is, of course, that ordinary humans are usually substitutes for being worn meat if even S-ranked adventurers hit it.

Despite this, the luxurious looking boy has eaten it between his eyebrows and is not wounded at all. On the contrary, he reacts to the extent of being stabbed by insects.

Then the orange noise eyes, which took their hands off the eyebrows, turned to the person using the magic prop. And it floats a surprising color.

"Huh... woman person?

"Ku......!

The person who used the magic props was a woman. That said, I'm not a scientist lady. He's just wearing a worn cloth, barefoot, and his hair just stretched out. Bossy hair, rough skin, and a galloping body. He looked beautiful, but his appearance resembled that of someone who had seen orange noise.

Yes, the girl who became a ghost - she looked just like Noel.

"What is this... about?

The orange noise had a startling look on his face. To have someone who looked just like Noel, it's not... No, I guess it's also there, but it's not the only one.

Because there was a "sole" everywhere in that vast space. Several round capsule-like devices were packed with culture fluid, and there were girls with the same face in them.

No matter, with whom? If asked, it's Noel. Though considerably younger than Noel, more than a dozen girls with the same face as Noel, who became a ghost, were floating in similar culture capsules.

Perhaps False Noel, who grew up in the gully in front of him, was also originally one of the ones in this culture capsule. There are about 20 vacant culture capsules present in the evidence.

"... no way, clone?

The word disappears, echoing into a vast space.

In this fantasy-filled world, the orange noise would have never occurred to me. Even on Earth, we face science and technology that was endangered, and so on.