Lonely Attack on the Different World

Day 53, before noon, Dungeon, 50 floors underground.

Ah, this is no longer a pattern. I'm desperate already, all I have left is a horse.

"Durahan LV50," the hierarchical lord of the underground 50 hierarchy, is already where the body is chopped and chopped and chopped, and the fragments are further chopped. The head I dropped was eaten by Mr. Slime.

Only me and the horse are staring at each other in a dongle. Ah! They ate horses too! Shit, I was just wondering if you'd give me a horse. That's right, Mr. Combine of greed and bulimia won't forgive you, will it? 'Cause you ate it the minute I set it up, didn't you? You're definitely doing that with the wax, aren't you? There is an outbreak of servant hardship. I'm sure if you go to a rough clinic, you'll be eating a rough clinic, right? I'm already in trouble at the consulting office.

"You say you're tired, you say I want to be tired too, you're trying to be tired, but you can't be tired. You're messing with me about making this feel like a song and singing it out, right? It's gonna start labyrinth onstage or something, right? But when I sing and the demon falls, my heart and Mr. Likeness are gonna hurt more deeply, so you're not gonna sing, are you? ♪ Like ♪ (opera-style?

I sang it. Like what?

Mr. Slime brought me demon stones and drops. It sounds good when you say you brought it to me, but I spit it out. Is it leftovers or do you like it or not? Well, I'm having trouble getting eaten. He brought it to me like that. Of course the song is ignored.

Drop items are like armor, but the chairman of the armor committee is not interested. He seems to be dissatisfied with the drop equipment on the basement level of 50. But Mr. Armored Committee Chairman used to be Durahan, didn't he? It was a part-time job, but it had three kinds. I didn't seem to have any attachment to Durahan. There seemed to be no mercy. I guess I didn't even hear the song. Can I cry?

"Looks pretty deep in here, too, huh? Well, deep down, you can expect labyrinth items and drops, but it's going to take a while to get around the dungeon, right? You don't have a good place for that, do you? Yesterday, I ended up in debt, didn't I? I've been forfeited my guild installments in the morning, I robbed a grocery store of gold, but I was only able to be a little rich, and the road to the best of luck is far away."

(Pulp)

Talk to Mr. Slime about his life and comfortably head to the 51 tier.

The chairman of the armoured committee won't deal with me. Are you ok? I wonder what it's all about? There are plenty of piles on my mind, I can't believe I'm looking for a cause to get angry anymore. It's hard to say I'm as small as searching for a grain of sand on a sand planet, but were you still ashamed of your full-body netting tights? Whoa, whoa!

"No! I don't remember anything! Put your sword away, huh? No, it's a dungeon, so don't kill me suddenly, okay? Because this is what caused my metastases to rise, right? You can't dodge it outside of a moment's travel anymore, so call me when you slay me, okay? But I don't like it when people say" slash "and they slash me! So I'm innocent? 'Cause I don't remember anything. Yeah, I'm innocent."

Yes, he's innocent. It doesn't change your innocence with your eyes, Zito. 'Cause I'm burning in my eyes and I haven't forgotten a moment, so I haven't even remembered! He was innocent! No, Luo Jin Eye. Seriously, it's convenient, it's permanent.

Was it still an awkward return match from Game 5 from systemic netting tights yesterday? But even if you think about it, Mr. Armored Committee Chairman went down, so you were lonely in the middle of the night. But the back of a full-body mesh tight invites me out of bed, right? Still, I worked patiently until the morning, fighting my craving swirling troubles! Yet the futon slipped and came out from the back to the buttocks of the systemic netting tights! It's a typo to say it's impossible for a boy in high school! There's a typo! We settled with the troubled man we were already fighting, and we encouraged each other, and we incidentally stormed in with the troubled man! 'Cause that was great! A soft, busty round fuzz is shaking caught in the net... duhhhh! So give me a shout! It was dangerous because I was concentrating right now! I almost got stabbed, let's stab him back tonight. It's a chain of desire and vengeance, every night.

I looked pretty shy and norinoli, but when I said that, I'm sure an inevitable slaughter would fly by, so let's keep quiet. I feel like they're already after me from behind! The true horror of the labyrinth lies with us.

As always, I'm not in the mood to explore the dungeon at all thanks to the spatial grasp and the map, it sounds like a little fun listening to everyone at some inn, right? "It was a dead end -" or "I got confused with a lot of triplets -"? So I realized that neither Mr. Armoured Committee Chairman nor Mr. Slime would get lost. You're acting like you know the map? No, it wouldn't be weird if these two had skills, but the "Demon Size" guys were flying around the Devil's Forest as if they knew where the cave was? Maps shared?

The original suspicion was that a "swordsman" could be taken. Isn't it strange that you don't have swordsmanship skills and your title is Swordsman? No, I'm slaughtering him, right? And some silver man in service has a "sword god," perhaps the highest title, "Heavenly Sword". It's inversely distributed to me? Until now, I thought my experience was the same as the party being dispensed with, but if you can see the map, the information is shared? And skills are distributed and shared?

There's no way to find out even if you think about it. But it was also the bitches who learned the earliest signs and enemies, all the vibrating magic was fast? After all, do women have a lot of stiffness on their shoulders? I wonder why it was gaining so much momentum even to a few people who weren't going to dust at all? I don't care how many times you ask me, you're gonna get mad at me, okay? There are too many things I don't understand. But if you don't know what you don't know, it's awkward, my skills have a history of deception, hiding and sneaking out. If you don't realize it, if you don't doubt it, you don't express it unless you solve the mystery.

All suspicious when I doubt it. It's all going to be suspicious because you don't have any decent skills at all, because you're probably the top subspecies of the physical control system. "Gymnastics" was "gymnastics" at first! I was fooled. I played radio gymnastics every morning! Good for your health! No, it's good, isn't it?

But even the "health" that stopped at LV9 is pretty suspicious. I don't really remember falling to the lowest level of the Great Labyrinth and fighting the demons of the lower level many times… I ran into them and they were much healthier. I ran into demons with abnormal attacks who could never resist on Lv walls at about Lv10 and were much healthier. It was healthy to get all the "instant death" assault manipulation you used to calculate the full probability, I've never even been poisoned in another world? Well, if you take it because you're weak, you're dead, but you're walking healthily through the scales and venom of Venom Moss on LV97 and Venom Crowler on LV96. Not too healthy? Is that the effect of radio gymnastics? Was that something that worked against poison, too?

Are you all suspicious, Mr. Christie? Is that Mr. Ellery? Everyone is suspicious. And I did hear that Grandpa (Kami) said he couldn't use his skills without understanding them. You have to understand what it means and what life means, the meaning of this mysterious skilled soul. You don't need the soul of a cliff man, do you? You've already fallen through the hole, that's enough, isn't it? If it gets hot already, there's a risk of atomic collapse, it's enough.

"Why can't I meet a demon in a dungeon? Are they all demon stones? Am I wrong to ask to meet you? You don't meet demons. You think dungeons are wrong, do you? 'Cause it's just a cave, isn't it? You don't have to meet your old man again, do you? We've met enough, we've seen old people all the time in different worlds! It's wrong to meet like that! What are you gonna do when you flag it! There's no more demons, and you're hunting old men? You'd better make a little mistake, wouldn't you? Flagged."

Such a dungeon of tranquillity that you can walk slowly no matter how much you keep walking with your thoughts. What kind of concession ad is that? Where are you conceding? Why can't you just show me around? You're refusing a tour? Was it awkward to renovate it on your own before?

There is no hierarchy owner because it is an underground 55 hierarchy with no encounters. When I was in the Great Labyrinth, there were hierarchical owners five levels down from 75, and somehow I remember it was easier for hierarchical owners, but was it a service? Well, there shouldn't be a hundred tiers underground here, no weight like the Great Labyrinth. I'm sure there won't be any beauties at the bottom, no, but Mr. Armored Committee Chairman was a skeleton, too, eh? Should I find out if she's a beauty before I kill Skeleton or something? I don't think you can count on self-declaration, do you? You can't fool me if I tell you that the skeletons around you are cute and cute! Everybody says they're cute! Don't even believe in prickly! That's more of a dangerous trap than video magic! Well, if Mr. Skeleton brings a prick, he won't fool you, but we're all bones, right? I mean, it was wiped out before you brought the prickles, right? Looks like you never met a dungeon after all, huh? The Met Massacres are letting them go, and I'm sure the owners will forever decide that all the Mets are slaughtered and can't be met, right?