Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

Dungeon basement, fifth floor, commonly known as the "Joint Cemetery".

There is one great ghost in the hillside, Nano Hill, in its southeast location.

That's the end of what used to be human.

After being only a spring, it was dismantled, sutured, reconstituted as one large body, and after numerous cursive rituals, it was given a provisional early soul and an automatic doll of raw meat (fresh golem).

It was not given a name, but the Seekers called it 'the nagging'.

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"The Snort" was depressing.

I tried to eat the two rats I found earlier by crushing them in the palm of my hand, but I couldn't get caught jumping around.

It's disappearing from the side I thought I'd caught it.

Besides, he stabs you all over your body with a small needle or throws you something like a pebble.

Even though it's pointless.

Though I can't penetrate it hundreds of times. You can't hurt yourself if you bump it hundreds of times.

Oh depressing.

Gradually, I feel blocked.

Something fills up in the belly that's supposed to be empty.

dissatisfaction, anger, eclampsia, anxiety, sadness, mourning, mourning, pity, depression, depression, jealousy, resentment. They accumulated, exchanged, clouded, starched, filthy... about to turn into a 'curse'.

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The "Slurping Thing" is shuddering, slacking a black cunt from all over his body.

He exhales exhaled in a nauseated manner from his lips, which are inherited from all over his body.

Lynne immediately blocks both ears with her hands and sets herself up.

Soara, who was a decoy in the avant-garde, is retreating. And I set up the same.

This is the seventh time I've fought this huge monster.

So I knew it was a foretaste of what was going to happen.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Biaaaaaaaaaa. Wow. Ohhhhhhh. Uh-oh. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Biaaaaaaaaaa. Wow. Ohhhhhhh. Uh-oh.

An indistinguishable myriad of voices, whether crying, screaming, or disconnecting. That shivers the air.

It's a cursed word where 'the nagging' spins from the lips all over the body - - 'The Cursed Roar (Growl)'.

Lynne had already filled her ears with slices of damp cloth. But I can still hear you.

If I hadn't eaten up my teeth, my consciousness was going to be distant. If you listen properly, you will be uprooted and pruned of consciousness, and you will lose your sanity.

When I first fought this monster, I remember falling asleep for three days because of this.

But I won't repeat the same mistake.

Oooh... ooh... ooh... ooh...

Your voice is slowly dwindling.

I let go of my hand after I slowly closed my lips swarming with the "Slow Things" and firmly anticipated the black ones I was surrounding fading away.

All right. I can't hear you anymore.

I glanced at Soara. She snorts at me.

Now was the opportunity. "The Slurping Thing" can't have a series of "Curse Roars". Now again, for a while, it's just a rampage. The basement is neat enough. Already more than three "curse roars," I've been preparing.

Lynne turns the tip of the wand toward the great ghost full of giant joints that lie ahead of her in order to raise the wolf smoke of the counterattack.

And I started casting spells so I wouldn't bite slowly.

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"The Slurping Thing" leaked a groan.

I didn't know the world could stay this way.

I didn't know it was so unfulfilled.

Rats with needles and those throwing stones are both still moving well.

Lively.

Oh, what a glow. What a raw song.

Crazy. I resent it. Mouthless.

Chop off your neck.

Hands and feet.

Drag your bowels.

Tear the meat.

Powder the bones.

Mix with mud.

I want to kill him.

I stepped on the estate full of strength.

With a warm grunt, with the intention of stopping the depressing physical movements of the rats. With the intention of trampling and crushing the rats.

But on the way, I fall.

I didn't sneer. Soon he stepped off the ground because his left leg had broken a thousand times.

Seeing it, many threads that should have been joining the ankle have been severed. That must have been the work of a rat. From earlier on, I know that holding a needle was slightly more damaging to the yarn.

With anger, I slightly raised my gaze and something gets into my sight on the pretend.

It's like a glowing feather worm.

I wonder what.

There's a knob. It snaps around your chest.

Apparently that was like fire.

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Lynne's unleashed "Fireball (Fireball)" landed. The power was weakened because he was wary of counter-attacks and was too far away, but the fire definitely climbed around the chest of the "Snort". And it spreads to burn like a swollen skin.

This would be only a matter of time before all the giants are engulfed in flames.

Because the vibrant, earthy body of the "noodle" is now wet with black and shiny liquid. That's the oil of a fortune I asked for and got in The Age of the Good Old Mages.

While Soara was drawing attention, it was an achievement that Lynne even threw it from the rear, packed in a vial.

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"The Slurping Thing" roared.

The flame that raises black smoke cannot be extinguished for any reason in an attempt to pay it, and it spreads to Ningro's entire body. Apparently it's because the rat beard in the rear is the one that threw it at the body.

Raw meat automatic dolls are already dead. I have little skin sensation and I don't know if it's hot or cold. I don't suffer from burn pain, I don't get my throat slapped by smoke. But not far from here, your body will be burned and you will be badly damaged.

I remember exactly what would happen if that happened.

It is an area that makes up the whole body - an experience that those who were once living people have tasted equally.

It's hopelessness, nothingness, silence.

That is, death.

I thought, "The Slurping Thing," nonetheless.

Get up slowly, unplug and grip a grave mark the same height as your body length that pierces the earth. There was a little mouse with a single needle in front of him.

Still doesn't change what needs to be done. Creation of destruction and death without boredom. That is the meaning in which it was born, the challenge of the given soul.

Then before it turns to ashes, this is the only way to get him on the road.

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I thought Soara screwed up.

"The Snort" set up his prey, so he fell once as he tried to distance himself. They accidentally slipped their feet into the oil.

It was clear from looking up that it was about to have a fatal outcome.

A giant steel cross bar was about to be swung down here again.

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Lynne was running out when she noticed.

Touch the hair decorations that fasten the back of your hair, and magic it.

That's an important treasure I got from her.

"Protective Hair Decoration". It is a grant tool that can deploy invisible barriers and defend against physical attacks.

Let's help Soara. If I can't do that, I'll take your place. You may not be able to prevent a blow from the Great Ghost. But with some shock, you should be able to soothe it.

That was an unthinkable behavior on my part of my previous cowardly personality.

Six months ago, he was screaming and running away even to the extent that he just ran into a spider, and he was at his best just walking around the basement floor of a dungeon without a monster.

But not now.

Thanks to Soara, I could always be brave. Dark dungeons were also able to stand up to strong monsters.

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Why am I here? [M]

What were you about to do?

I was just visiting the labyrinth city.

Soara woke up in the middle of the night drinking water and often asking herself.

I came to the labyrinth city I had dreamed of, but I didn't feel like doing anything fun, and the days of diving into the dungeons were just tough even though I could have become an admiring explorer.

That's probably because the monsters are too handy, because all the items you get are soggy, and because the inn costs so much because it's not the result, the point is that you don't have enough strength.

"What do you think I should do?

Ask yourself on the surface of the bottle but don't respond to anything.

I just have an ambiguous grin.

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My consciousness is blurred because I hit my head on the ground.

There was soil smoke standing around. I can't see around well and I don't know what the situation is.

But I quickly found what I was looking for.

Lynne was right beside her.

I am falling over trying to bury my face in Soara's abdomen. He saved me from the attack of "Slurping Things", which I missed because of slipping my leg.

She looks up and opens her eyes softly.

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I shrugged something.

But I can't hear you. With that said, I remembered that I was wearing earplugs, and I hurried off.

"... Ala... are you okay?

"Lynne is the one who got hurt...?

"Eh......" Lynne gets up, looks around her body and then laughs. "Hehe. Looks like he didn't even plunder."

Soara lowered her chest.

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"The Snort," he moaned.

Curse your own lack of luck.

Because of too much force, or because of the flame that wrapped my body, my left arm was ripped off in the process of shaking it.

Yeah, I missed the rat again.

Despair, labor, frustration, defeat, helplessness, irritation.

But I still had one arm left.

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My body is in pain. My hands and feet are dirty black with oil. The smell of standing around sucks with the rotten smell of graveyards, the oil, the burning. I wanted to go home and take a bath. But distraction is just a little further.

What should we do now? That's decided without having to wait for someone's answer.

There is a burning giant ahead looking up - "The Snort".

No sign of falling yet. With a low groan, he glances at this one with his eyes slightly white, stretching his uncut arm and gripping the grave marker.

I'm going to do it again.

Soara gets up and rushes up when she picks up the short sword that was rolling at her feet. And now riding up on a giant grave marker that is just about to be pulled from the earth.

Run.

Exercise the 'transmission' as it passes over the giant arms of the burning Great Ghost.

That's what Lynne teaches me every day. Extremely preliminary sorcery that simply pours the magic inside your body into the object. Short Sword in Hand - Required to activate Fire Sword.

The success rate is about once every hundred times.

But I felt I could probably pull that one off now.

Huh, back then, I wanted to tell myself that I was worried.

Being able to move deeper into the dungeon than before. I'm getting a lot of items. I'm constantly wounded, but I've become quite used to fighting monsters. I haven't been able to get rich, but I can only pay for the lodging properly.

And then... that I had an important companion.

will materialize.

The sword emits a blue-white light.

At the next moment, it emitted a slightly magma-like heat and glowed red, piercing it with a giant eye that captured the guillotine and the motion here. Bury deep and deep. And tap into the magic of nature.

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"The Slurping Thing" tears.

White light leaks from both eyes instead. My whole body is about to burn out to the inside. The given body is about to die a second time.

A cage called flesh had collapsed, and the temporarily earliest souls that were trapped were about to be opened.

Now I can finally sleep. "The Slurping Thing" reassured me wholeheartedly.

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The breakaway demons of the burning giant monsters are gradually smaller and eventually interrupted, instead cheering from the two little rats.

That was a huge victory for them.

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Identification Card 'Oil Kettle (Hevi Oil) (Crude)'

Oils used in various situations of everyday life such as cooking, makeup and fuel. For fuels such as lamps and lanterns, which are also essential for dungeon exploration, the raw materials are mostly extracted from plants such as olives or fish.

It's just that this black, cloudy liquid seems to be a different kind of oil from them.

Far north of the western country, it was naturally produced from a sea area called the 'Burning Sea', supposedly liquefied by minerals from the seabed after terribly long years.

It's a relatively large quantity of inexpensive and available product, which can also be used for means of attacking monsters because it burns terribly well. However, most of the products that appear to be very difficult to refine are crude, and it may be wise to avoid indoor use because black smoke emits bad odors.

* If used as a lotion, please ask for luxury products as low quality can cause rough skin. It is also not suitable for use as edible, regardless of quality.