Three years after D Genesis Dungeon

The tree was large and had good branches at first glance, which did not look very orange. When released, the branches, which would stretch in all directions and become intertwined in a complicated manner, were stretched brilliantly and maintained their ideal shape, even though they had not been pruned.

The glass in the greenhouse, both the ceiling and the partitions on the terrace side, were cut out in the shape of a branch and integrated into the building as if it were such a design from the beginning. Then, in the sunshine, the leaves grew thick and cast a soft shadow into the room.

"Eh ... what is this?"

Until yesterday, there must have been a small tree like Zeze's sweet orange (* 1).

Sayama hurriedly left the laboratory and checked the door plate to see if he had made the wrong room. But there was definitely a room where he grafted yesterday.

"Why is the tree you planted yesterday like this?"

When I closed the door with an incredible feeling and walked around the tree, I noticed that the room was quiet. If the glass is perforated, the lab must be breathing air at full speed to maintain negative pressure. But the compressor isn't working very much. In other words, the hole in the glass

"Are you sticking to the trunk?"

When I looked up at that part, it was just right, as if the glass had melted into branches and trunks.

However, in this case, using a negative pressure greenhouse has no meaning. He looked up at the branch, which seemed to pass through the glass.

We have to do something before the flowers bloom ... but it's an unknown phenomenon. If you don't know the cause, there is a high possibility that it will be the same many times.

But is this the science, if it is the cause? At least it's definitely out of botanical realm. I was intuitive that they would not be within the reach of the experts.

For the time being, contact an organization with dungeon experts. Sayama watched carefully around the trunk, lifted up the extension handset, and called his boss Mizuki.

"Sayama ... are you tired yesterday today?"

Mizuki who heard the story said that opening was the best. He refuted in his mind that he was just tired and would not see such a vision, and he explained the situation.

"No, it's true. You're already breaking through the glass in the greenhouse--" "If the glass breaks, the alarm will sound because the pressure in the room will fluctuate greatly? If not, are you okay? ”“ Maybe you ca n’t do it ”,“ Hey, hey ”,“ Anyway! Can you come right away! "

Mizuki cut off the extension, saying reluctantly.

"Well ..."

Sayama closed his eyes and counted. Then, as if the tree disappeared like a phantom. Then I opened my eyes as I decided, and looked back on it-

"After all, there's no such convenient story ..."

Sayama sighed deeply, saying what a fairy tale was when a huge tree was completed overnight. And if you can grow this much in one night, it's true that it will be born soon.

When Sayama thought so, suddenly the tree seemed to shake slightly.

"e?"

At that moment, at the same time, near the tip of the branch was wrapped in light, and something glowing white appeared there.

"Yes !?"

I didn't know what had happened, and a fresh sweet scent tickled Sayama's nose, stunningly watching it. In front of him, tens of thousands of flowers were blooming at once.

"U, lie ..."

At that time, I heard the door open, and Mizuki was busy and opened the second door.

"Mr. Sayama, what the hell ..."

Mizuki, who said so far, swallowed the words and solidified in the reality in front of him.

When they were standing together, a single flower fell. At that moment, Mizuki returned to me and immediately skipped the instructions and ran to the extension.

"Sayama! Put a sheet on it to prevent it from scattering! Cut off the branches!" "How do you do?" Avoid scattering! "

Sayama received the instructions and rushed out of the room.

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"Anyway, drop all the branches sticking out!"

Sayama told me that she had a chain saw on a relatively thick branch that was sticking out in front of her. Wood powder flies while echoing the sound of Guine. After a short period of time, the groaning and broken branches fell to the ground with a heavy noise.

A large branch was dragged by a colleague who Mizuki brought a vinyl sheet over and dropped on. It happened while Sayama was stretching the pole for the tall branch, trying to drop the next branch that was sticking out from above.

"what?!"

The light overflows from the cut edge of the branch that has just been cut off, and extends in the shape of a branch. In a hurry, the light disappeared in front of Sayama who escaped, and the branch that had been cut was resurrected later.

"Huh ?!"

When he refused, he saw a towel left in the light cut into branches, and he exclaimed. What would have happened if he had been pierced by a branch of light ... Sayama put his chain saw down while sweating cold. Proper cutting may be dangerous.

But the revival of branches?

Confused Sayama saw the branch that his colleague had just brought. Certainly, there was a branch that had been dropped earlier. It doesn't seem to be exactly the same as the new one.

"Ba, stupid ..."

Mizuki muttered stunned behind the glass.

"Maybe this is ..."

Sayama vaguely thought so, as if he had repopulated. This is not a dungeon ... it should be. I haven't heard of the phenomenon of repopping occurring outside the dungeon.

Of course he knew he wasn't that expert. This requires expert advice. Fortunately, he just knew that he had only one person in the world.

When he thought so, looking at the stunned people around him and thinking that the flowers that had bloomed so far were wrapped in light again, the next moment-

"Fruit ... did it?"

-Fruits with many golden glitters were hanging from the branches.

I no longer know what is. When Sayama approached, he tried to remove one of the fruits from the nearby branch.

"It's like ..."

The fruit he stripped did not repop like a branch. At least now.

At the same time at the same time at another research institute in Tsukuba, there was no way for anyone other than God to know that the shouting was sounding like a wind.