60. There is no poor dungeon in the world (2)
“Oh, it’s a dungeon that looks like there’s a taxi for some reason.”
A dungeon with the atmosphere of a taxi that makes people want to send people to the Jordan River Express to find the reset button.
I know the monsters in this dungeon.
“I’m glad I’m not allergic to fur.”
Hairballs here too. A bunch of hair too. Slightly ferocious tufts of fur surrounded me, sending wary glances. Larger than goblins and smaller than orcs, the subtle hairballs looked at each other and let out cries as if trying to understand the situation. Can a conversation be established with that?
Well, dogs can communicate by barking, but kobolds can’t talk. I stuck the shovel into the ground and waited until all the kobolds showed up. My goal is the boss. It wasn’t until it was almost time to sing every single song that the kobolds came to their own conclusions, and even a guy who seemed to be the boss hiding somewhere appeared.
Perhaps trying to be fancy, the head with a skull on his head held out his staff towards me and screamed incomprehensibly.
“!@*#*$!!”
What are you talking about?
If you have the translation skill, can’t you make the monster understand what it’s saying? I wonder what he’s talking about every time he screams like that. Whatever you do, it’s like cursing. I shouted the skill name in a low voice before the kobold attacked.
“Production.”
A barricade with sharp spikes popped up around me. Naturally, my surroundings became a mess. The monsters, covered in blood and falling down with a whimper. I ignored the kobolds who fell back at the sudden attack and glared at the kobold that seemed to be the leader.
The head kobold screamed as if he was taken aback by my counterattack and brushed off the kobolds around him. At least that’s how it seemed to me. However, the kobolds looked at each other and alternately looked at me and the leader.
It seemed that even a monster didn’t want to jump on its limbs recklessly. I reinforced the barricade with skills in case of an unexpected long-distance attack and rummaged through my bag.
“!@(#ㅕ*!#$(*!!”
“It’s not my hobby to fight rabies.”
I’d prefer the yellow one. I took a bag of numbing powder out of my bag. It was an item obtained from Lorelai’s back alley. It’s not a lot, but you don’t have to strain too hard. I spread the powder around and swung the shovel wide. Powder is scattered by the wind. I put on the mask I made in advance around my mouth.
One antibacterial effect made from Hydra’s hide was an awesome mask. Of course it was my own.
“!@#*&!#$!?”
The kobolds standing around me collapse with their eyes closed. I stepped on the kobolds and slowly walked towards the boss who was watching from behind. The leader, having lost his men, turned his back on me as if frightened. But can I miss the prey?
“Production.”
Build a wall in the path the boss is trying to escape. The leader shouted at me as the only escape route was blocked. However, for 10 years, I lived with monsters that would not even hurt me even if the kobold army attacked them. This level of resistance meant nothing.
The kobold, who was making a final outburst, was beaten with a shovel so that the skull on his head was shattered, and he calmed down. Wouldn’t it be dead? I grabbed the kobold leader by the collar and shook it. After shaking it a few times, the kobold leader came to his senses belatedly and was startled as soon as he saw me.
‘!@*!&#!!“ ＜Br＞
“Hey, don’t you know anything about treasure? Or about the guy hiding behind it.”
“!(@#???”
“Production.”
I made a roughly universal model of a treasure chest out of clay and pointed it with a shovel. The leader frantically nodded and waggled his tail, as if he had finally realized my deep meaning. The struggle to live somehow is tearful. I said while tying the dog meat that became my daily pet with the rope I brought.
“Today is our first day.”
From noble mtl dot com.
“Bruised?”
Guess who isn’t a dog. I put a dog meat on my shoulder, tilting my head like a real dog, and used my skill with a shovel on the floor.
“Production.”
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I realized something while exploring the dungeon on an uninhabited island.
Wouldn’t it be enough to drill through the stairs without bothering to find them? If you make a shortcut by making it a skill, you can eat it raw, right? Why bother exploring?
Of course, it’s good to go around to find materials from monsters or throw useful minerals in every corner, but isn’t it most efficient to just skip the dungeon clear rewards and jump out?
Safe, fast, risk-to-reward, and sure.
So, I went down the dungeon vertically, relentlessly building a rotating staircase that I had made as a hobby even on an uninhabited island. It was noisy every time I went down like a dungeon full of kobolds, but I quietly closed my mouth with a skill. It didn’t take long to get down to the last floor. Even though the back of my head was sore in the middle.
Who cares about me?
I went down to the 5th floor and faced a huge door with dog meat.
This is the door I saw in the dungeon on the uninhabited island. Looking at the creepily identical door reminds me of what happened on a deserted island. Aren’t the tentacles coming out here too? As far as I know, the boss of this ‘kobold’ tomb is…
“Bruise!”
“Why? Are you scared again?”
How did this bastard become the boss? You look so cowardly. I set the whining kobold down on the floor and approached the door. The huge door boasted a majesty that seemed like it would not open even if a giant pushed it, but it was a crappy door that opened as easily as a visit.
I left the door open just long enough for a head to pass through, then grabbed the dog meat by the tail and lifted it up.
“Time to work.”
“Ki-ing…”
When the dog meat was pushed into the crack in the door, the dog meat, which played the role of a danger detection radar while descending to the 5th floor, faithfully fulfilled its role this time as well.
“Bruise!”
Seeing him wag his tail, it seemed that the boss of the dungeon was no different from the game. Every time I go down the floor, when I see my people, they are full of hope and wag their tails, so my guess must be correct with a high probability. I pushed the door open with my foot and entered the boss room.
“!*@(&ㅕ()#$!!!!”
What was this guy’s name? Let’s just call him Kobold Captain. Anyway, the kobold captain cried out at me and charged at me brandishing a huge bone like a club. The sound of the ground thumping every time his feet touched it was truly bloody.
Turn on the blinker and come in.
“It’s dog meat. It’s been fun so far.”
“Bruise?!”
He was a good dog meat.
I prayed for the dog meat that had been cut into pieces after being hit by the kobold captain’s club. You should have given me a pretty name. But since I’ve done my job and died, I’m going to a good place. I don’t know if heaven really exists.
“!@(&*#!&*(!!!”
In other words, the poison applied to the fur of the dog meat and the poison contained in the food forcefully fed were sprayed all over the body of the kobold captain. It’s a dungeon boss level monster, so it might have resistance to poison, but it should still be effective to some extent. Hearing the embarrassing cry of the kobold captain, I immediately used the skill.
“Production.”
A sharp awl pierced the soles of the kobold captain’s feet. The sudden pain made the kobold captain unable to move and cried out in pain.
“Production. Produce. Produce. Produce. Produce.”
The best time to attack is when you can’t do anything. I made a pole with a sharp tip and mercilessly dug through the kobold captain’s body. The soles of his feet, his thighs, his palms, his waist, his ankles… The kobold captain, deprived of the freedom of his limbs, drooped. A huge puddle of red blood had already formed around his blood.
I used my last skill to hit the kobold captain’s head with a pole. The kobold captain’s head exploded and his key fell.
“…Clear.”
I picked up the key that had fallen from the corpse of the kobold captain.
Wouldn’t it have set a new speedrun record if it had been like this in the game? Because no one can dig a dungeon and go down vertically. It might be faster than this if it’s the old people who take speedruns with bizarre moving that’s like a bunny hop.
Okay.
Then, shall we open the treasure chest?
I cautiously approached the treasure chest. If you’re unlucky, it could be a mimic, but if you catch a dungeon boss, the box you can open is rarely a mimic, so it’s probably safe. I put the key in the keyhole of the treasure chest and turned it. The treasure chest opened naturally, revealing my inner flesh.
After all, it was a beginner dungeon, so none of the contents in the box were expensive, but if you clear all the dungeons around here, you should be able to earn some tuition. Sweep it up quickly and go to the next dungeon…
“Oh…”
Huh?
“I found a dungeon and came down once to see it, but I never thought I would have a fun time! This is it, will you partner with me? The ratio is evenly divided in half!”
…Why is this bastard sticking out here?
A woman in a coat with all sorts of gadgets clustered around her body held out her hand to me. I didn’t hold that hand, but I looked at her prickling ears, her wagging tail.
Cat Soo-in?
No, why are you guys here?
It’s a world in a game, so random encounters work as they are, right?
“Then how about 6 vs 4? Is that a reasonable suggestion?”
To the absurd suggestion, I answered briefly.
“Production.”
“Quack!”