Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 51 Night Dungeon

It killed the Great Labyrinth of the Most Vicious Threat, it also wiped out the Devil's Forest of the Greatest Fear, it sealed the worst war, it's also killing the Labyrinth around, which is the last issue, and I thought it was going well. I thought I was doing something about the dangers of the other world.

Chronic. At some point this bracketed the height that if I stay weak but keep the border safe, in the meantime everyone would be the strongest. But if we had taken the chairmen of the committee to the 60 tiers as they were, someone would have died, and if we had put them in protective custody, we could have wiped them out. The other world remained the worst without changing phase.

It was the King of the Labyrinth combo, so I killed it all and protected it, and I killed it all because I couldn't protect it. I was able to do it because I had only one guardian.

That's dangerous. I still can't think of any other way to kill it than atomic collapse, which means if it were another party, it would have died, it would have been total annihilation.

After all, exploration is up to 49 levels, and after that, it's too much if not beyond the LV100. We're all supposed to be sharply stronger if we become LV100, but still, if LV100's Labyrinth King, it could be dangerous for all of us, and if some special Labyrinth Kings like Sand Giant might be, it's too awkward.

Thinking about it, there are no measures at the moment, and I'm hungry. Unusual hunger, if it's out of magic, that atomic vibration is pretty dangerous. If you have so many magic batteries that you wonder if they are endless, and you run out of magic, say you are on the verge of a runoff, you are out of magic because you were forced to hold down and control the magic on the verge of a runoff. I mean, you were running wild when it was over, weren't you? Let's seal it, it's too bad.

"Thanks. Thanks for the help, I'll have to reward you when I get back to the city, right? Well, clothes and rice? Or what time is it? Is it still time for the store to open? Like."

You'll need a reward today, because normally it wouldn't have been anything but annoying to not be able to move in a hierarchy full of demons. You still protected me, so if I were you, I'd kick it, I'd definitely step on it, I'm confident. Yeah, it's a reward.

"Ah! I've become a proper demon stone, I was wondering what I would do if it were a sand grain sized ocean of demon stones? I already got Scoop for you, didn't I? A boy in high school starts playing in the sand with a scoop, and he's wanted, and there's a case, right? Seriously. Yeah, I'd call if he was like that."

It's the Demon Stone of the Labyrinth King of LV60, big and transparent. I'm sure it's too expensive and they refuse to buy it, but it's good because it turns into a magic battery. Even today, I've run out of empty batteries, so I've never been over it. Besides, I need demon stones to build demon props, and I have demon stones to review my gear, at least I need to make some gear to get out of here. The chairmen suck, seriously. I would have died if I'd been here with you like that, no kidding, for sure.

"That? It's a drop, Sand Giant was a stark sand giant, so there was no gear, was there? You were naked, weren't you? It's good to have a naked daughter, 'cause we were about to start a naked confrontation. Is that it? Naked daughters are going to win if naked duels! You needed the naked power of a naked daughter to defeat Sand Giant! What power, naked power!

Gems, I guess? If it was a jewel, Mr. Greed would want it, wouldn't he?

"Um?" The Devil's Nucleus Treasure. The Devil's Nucleus Creation Operation. "Why do you come all the way to the dungeon to kill demons and build demons! That doesn't diminish the demons! There's no point in killing the Labyrinth! You have no idea what you're doing here! Jambalaya! Oh, let's make it Jambalaya tomorrow! I made ketchup because of it, and it's Jambalaya, I don't have shrimp, it's Jambalaya."

Let's go home anyway. Because I'm hungry, and I guess the stomach pekos are waiting for Hamburg all the time at the inn.

"I'm home, or it's dinner! I'm hungry, I came home pinching my hamburger because I can't wait, but I couldn't stand it and I came home baking in the city, okay? Seriously, he's a freshly baked hamburger!

"" "Welcome home - & you!

Looks like I was still waiting for you at Mr. Peco's, why are you waiting for me at the Inn's dining room at Peco's? Flattened in an instant, the alternate row continues. And why would a billboard girl wait with a plate, too? I'm an employee of the innkeeper! And as a matter of course, my tail girl is lined up. Everybody's eating hamburger fixtures looking delicious, I'm busy baking and I'm a hamburger, right? Even that burger's going to be taken one after the other, right?

"Hamburgers! I miss it - Yikes. Last time I bought it, it was a burger."

"Ah, I want white rice and bread! We don't have enough hamburgers! Bake it! Sooner or later, the rice and bread will friction the trade because of the Japan-US problem!

"This is delicious too - huh? Mushroom hamburgers are fantastic - I'll open a shop that can queue this up - huh?

No, you can't have dinner if you can't cut the queue, can you? I mean, how many times do you idiots line up! Don't come and put me down for a minute! Hevy, it's too low! There's five of us, so it's 1 Moga every 12 seconds! It's too much mocha! I'm hungry!

"How could you have made and saved more than a hundred of them, but only one of my Mr. Hamburg? Why isn't there any left? I climbed the labyrinth stairs so hard, I pinched them, I walked home, I baked them, I came back to the inn? You don't have any left, do you? Seriously?"

I wonder why? At the end of the day, we didn't have any hamburgers left, so we baked and ate the fish, didn't we? No, it was delicious, though?

Mr. Slime was also eating at least ten burgers puffy, well that's a reward and a good one.

If I wanted to take Mr. Slime for a bath while I teased him, my billboard daughter and tail girl had already taken him for a bath. It's me, isn't it? Realistically.

Now it's an innocent hell named Inner Job, hell is meant to cleanse sins and go to heaven, but the hell named Inner Job just gives me an order ticket that lasts forever. You can't go to heaven, so create your own paradise! Yes, it's Niso!

Meliás knitting. The point is jersey fabric, jersey knitting. It's elastic by jersey knitting, but it was the neck that had to be knitted, but if you have a demon hand, you can knit. Ultra-fast precision knitting machine.

"It's the first time I've ever met Mr. Neeso properly, apart from seeing him in another world? It's nice to meet you when you think about it, isn't it? I've seen it before, but when I see cancer, I get a case. Well, for the first time, Nisso's a handmade boy in high school is a good enough case, right?

I tried making school jerseys first after practicing. Seeing as we all had it, Mr. Armored Committee Chairman seemed to envy us, didn't he? Maybe I felt like I was out of company when I saw it at the girls' party. I just wondered if the school jersey would fit that super selfish Mr. Body's long model body shape, but it looked pretty good with the guide. I guess it's good because he wore it to the sorority with great joy, but was it some kind of porn?

And when I was creating Neeso, the demon sent it to me, and Mr. Neesox was mass-produced? And by the time I realized that stockings were riding the mass production line and dancing in the sky, I don't think any boys in a room where Neeso and the stockings were dancing in space in large quantities anymore, do I? What's this all about? I don't think so.

"This is a trap! I get hooked every time, but it's a trap! Trap Ring and Trap Detection. Get to work! But it's too late, isn't it? I did it! I made it! It's done! No, I'll let you wear it, okay? You're gonna let Mr. Armored Committee Chairman wear that already, aren't you? But I'm Niso today."

Perhaps the reason for this failure was that it was too late around changing the braids of the stockings to patterned stockings. The thickness of the braids and the increase or decrease of the yarn caused the pattern to be attached, so I stuck with it and made all sorts of things, right? Like a plaid to a striped pattern? Like a chain pattern? Argyle, you did your best, didn't you? And then you're gonna make it? I'm a boy in high school, and I don't have much yarn and I'm Mr. Eco, right? 'Cause you just wanted the chairman of the armor committee to wear it, didn't you? Why is it mass-produced?

When the demons knit one hand after the other as they spiral around the universe, the netted tights circle around me. I reflect, but I have no regrets.