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“Tsk, so tiring.”
All at once, the thread of tension loosened.
I slumped down on the spot in the so-called “Yankee-style”. [T/N: So think of this “Yankee-style” as when an anime/manga delinquent is leaning on a wall and his legs spread comfortably or he’s on a squat with his back hunched.]
“My heart is still pounding loud.”
At the end of the battle, my heart was beating fast, as if it had just been released from its tense hold.
I rifled through my pockets and pulled out a slim object that popped out when I tapped the top of it with a familiar motion.
Now all I have to do is light it and inhale.
“Oh, I was trying on quitting smoking.”
It was only after I had sucked it down to my lungs that I realized the truth.
In other words, I failed to quit smoking. Habit is a terrible thing.
“I should try and quit smoking again.”
I’ll just give up and smoke this one.
I looked around the floor, thinking in my head, not to give any excuse to anyone for being nervous in my first dungeon.
I’m looking for the so-called spoils of war.
If there are no bodies left behind, it must mean that all of them were souls.
If that’s the case, there should be something left.
“Marbles, is this it?”
A small reddish-purple glass ball was lying on the ground, exactly as many as the number of bodies that were defeated.
It seems that this is the loot.
I’ll have to wait until I’m out of the dungeon to find out more, but for now, I’ll put them in a little bag.
“Well, I still have plenty of time, so I’ll take my time and be careful.”
I took out my notebook, wrote down my movements in the battle, and continued on my way.
I then put the cigarette butts in my portable ashtray.
“I don’t want to win but keep getting hit.”
I was looking into a new area. There were five mannequins and three puppets, and the group was clearly a large number of enemies.
and more than anything,
“That’s a golem, isn’t it?”
In addition, there is one standing motionless at the back of the square that seems to be extremely troublesome.
The huge body stands out when compared to the mannequins.
It’s not moving, but if you start a fight there, it will definitely attack you.
Since it’s the first time I’m fighting one, I would have preferred to fight it one-on-one.
Furthermore, I would like to prepare carefully before taking on the challenge.
“I had a great time. I should turn back here.”
It’s been three hours since we entered the dungeon.
If we turn back here, it will be a good time to leave the dungeon because I am mapping it out.
I’ve fought a few times since the first battle, so I’ve accumulated a good amount of loot.
Now is the time to pull out.
My body moved on reflex, probably because of luck.
I jumped forward in response to the sound of the floor shuffling as if I had stepped into it.
“The shape is different!?”
While looking back, pull out the Mineral Tree.
It was a mannequin that attacked me from behind.
Perhaps it was because I was watching the front that my attention to my back was poor and allowed this thing to approach me, but the problem is not just that.
“Is it Blood since it has horns?”
Horn sprouts from its forehead as if it were a general, and its hands are shaped like swords that can be used to cleave rather than spears for thrusting.
It’s a bit of wishful thinking, but I’m pretty sure it’s not Soul but a rare kind of Blood.
Even if it is different, now I prioritize thinking about how to overcome the situation in my head.
“I have no choice but to fight it.”
If I look behind me, I can see that both the mannequins and the puppets have noticed me.
“Well, if there is an enemy, they will move.”
They say bad things come in waves.
I could clearly see the wave and the golem raised its giant body as if stretching its spine.
I can state in the report that if it worked against me, it would be a problematic dungeon for heroes, but I couldn’t let it do me in.
With the golem at the front exit, the blood at the rear exit, and many around me.
When you’re surrounded, there’s a rule to follow.
“At such times…”
The Blood mannequin in front
“Reduce the number!”
Ignore them and attack the easier to kill mannequins and puppets.
I twist the Mineral Tree on its side, turn right and start running.
Then, I jumped into the group and started a melee brawl.
However, the other party was a group of non-organic creatures that did not know how to panic, and could only give me some leeway when they malfunction.
It wasn’t enough, but I had no choice but to use the time to open up a new path.
I’ve learned some of their characteristics through several battles.
“Here I go!”
There is no choice but to reduce the enemies number by a lot, even if it takes time.
“Tsu! Daaaaaaaaaa !!”
I was crushed by the numbers.
The other mannequin’s spear hand grazed my unprotected right shoulder.
The pain almost made me stop for a moment.
However, if I stop, I will be surrounded.
Knowing this, I clenched my teeth and forced myself to move my body to drown out the pain, and ran around never staying in place.
Taking advantage of the wide space for swinging my huge sword, one move, one move, clash, slash, parry, run and stand for a second. I continued with this pattern until I find an opportunity.
My patience bore fruit.
Keeping the remaining individuals in sight while I gulp down air.
The two bodies, who exude inexhaustible strength walked toward me as if they have all the time in the world. One comes toward me with light tapping footsteps and the other slow rumbling footsteps.
A Blood Mannequin and a Golem.
I managed to cut down the others, but I was driven by against a wall and kept running around and made huge turns, so my stamina was considerably reduced.
“I want to take a break!”
I can’t go around and be on the receiving end.
If you go on the defensive in this state, I will just be biding my time waiting to be crushed.
So, I take one step forward and meet one.
A sharp slash and a heavy crushing blow.
I was struggling with this combination of attacks more than I had ever imagined.
I’m focusing on the Blood mannequin, which can be fatally injured with a single blow if I hit it, but every time I get the chance the golem acts as its shield, and the mannequin escapes.
Then, I aim to defeat the golem, but he is quite tough.
I started slashing with my Mineral Tree, but only a few scratches were left on its arm.
The results usually change once I try my best, but this time the mannequin quite the hindrance whenever I am swinging the Mineral Tree with all my might.
Each of them has the perfect cooperation with each other.
When I look at them,
“I hate this!”
It’s as if they’re trying to show me that I’m fighting solo, all alone, and it’s starting to get on my nerves.
It doesn’t make sense to be jealous of your opponents, and I put a little more effort into slashing at them.
The sound of the strikes becomes a little louder, but I continue to observe my opponent.
From my impression of our fight, it can be judged that they can definitely be defeated by myself.
But the reality is that I’m being brought to a stalemate, and my strength is being drained.
“I wish I also have friends!”
In conclusion, I can’t win.
I knew it was too late, and the reality was grim.
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