episode_0440

In humans, there is something called physiological rejection.

Regardless of whether one likes it or not, it is something that any normal person would feel repulsed by.

Joy, who came down the stairs and walked into the lab, thought that this place was the epitome of rejection.

The only smells that pass my nose are disgusting.

The smell of rotting skin.

The smell of blood left behind by countless people who died here.

The indescribable smell of drugs wafting from all over the road.

In a scene that would have made someone with a weak stomach vomit, Joy added strength to her hand holding the cane.

Just because it was other people didn’t mean I was less nervous.

Arthur, who, like Joey, was less tolerant of this kind of scenery, was increasing his strength in the hand holding the sword.

Fabi, who often faced the sight of death, also kept her lips tightly shut.

Frete, who was used to fighting against the forces of evil spirits, also hardened her face.

The current situation was that even Lucy was moving forward cautiously, rather than moving forward like she always did.

It could be said that Frey, who maintained a light pace as usual, was unusual, but that Joy was not unique.

“Sloppy people. If you turn next to it, something creepy will come out. Don’t scream in surprise.”

The first thing the party encountered after entering the dungeon was something whose body was filled with snow.

In the past, when Joey faced me, he was an enemy that I desperately had to run away from to avoid being killed, and an enemy that I had to be relieved that I survived.

The monster that came after hearing the noise they made screamed and rushed towards them.

“Idiot.”

As soon as Lucy calls his name, Joey unleashes his magic. There is no need to ask what to do.

The Joey that is here now is a completely different person from the Joey of those days when he was just waiting for Lucy to do his bidding in order to survive.

“Everyone close your eyes.”

A flash of light explodes right in front of the recklessly running monster. An overwhelming amount of light that seems to burn your eyes.

The monster with countless eyes could not bear the amount of light and rolled around on the floor.

Lucy, who saw him, instead of moving herself, winked at Frey. Frey, who was only looking for an opportunity to swing his sword, lightly cut the monster’s neck in pieces with his colored aura.

Joey, who saw the monster that had seemed like an enemy he could not fight against in the distant past, collapse without being able to do anything, tightly gripped his staff with both hands.

It’s different from before.

It’s different now than when I was powerless. If it were me now. If it were us. There’s no reason to be scared in this dungeon!

“It’s strange.”

Joey turned his head following the voice and found Lucy tilting her head.

In a situation where it would not be strange to sigh with relief, the sight of her expressing doubts made me have ominous thoughts.

“What’s strange?”

When Frete expressed a question, Lucy answered with a frown.

“It’s so shabby.”

“What does it mean to be sloppy?”

“Why don’t you at least try to think a little harder? I saw the dirty smoke rushing by and didn’t think anything?”

Where did the evil spirit of the void that filled the forest go after its energy disappeared?

This is a no-brainer. Of course, there is only one place where the power prepared to oppress those who enter the dungeon is located.

“Despite all the fuss, this place is very similar. It’s just as disgusting as before.”

Frete naturally frowned, just like Lucy.

A comfortable person would have laughed it off, thinking that it would be a good thing to have nothing.

And something unexpected will add to the stench of the dungeon.

Defeating a dungeon means you can die in a moment of inattention.

Especially if it is a dungeon filled with the power of an evil spirit.

“Continue to doubt. Because you never know when and where you might do something stupid.”

After saying that, Lucy took the lead again.

*

what? What is it?

It’s going so smoothly because there’s something waiting for it. The easier the path forward became, the more complicated my mind became.

We all remember what the power of the void can do.

Among the powers of various evil gods, the power of void is the most passive power.

It’s difficult to do anything if the person conquering the dungeon doesn’t make mistakes.

Therefore, in a dungeon filled with the power of the void, it is fundamental to shake up the attacker by presenting countless lies and truths.

Just like it was in the forest.

But not this place.

This place perfectly matches the dungeon where the alchemist resides.

Even the monsters that appear in it. Structure too. Traps too. Nothing. Everything is no different from the dungeons I know.

Are you just conserving your strength because you know it will be destroyed anyway?

no. The Void Evil God I know is different from that style.

The more he is destroyed, the more stubbornly he digs into it.

There’s definitely something there.

Something.

“…Lady Aln.”

I was about to come down one floor when the Perverted Apostle, who was following me right behind me while constantly looking around, raised his voice.

“That wall. Isn’t it strange?”

I turned my head to follow his fingers, but I couldn’t find any sense of discomfort.

Because the wall there was supposed to be there.

I tilted my head because it was difficult to understand, and the perverted apostle continued.

“Only that wall is less disgusting than the rest.”

Less disgusting. If someone else had said this, I would have thought, “What kind of crazy thing am I talking about?” But the person who said this now is a perverted apostle.

This means that no one can match his aesthetic sense. There is no way the Perverted Apostle was mistaken in this regard.

That’s right.

“Puhhh♡”

He pretends to slightly lower his shield and makes a laughing sound. A voice filled with divinity resonates within the disgusting laboratory.

“Did you think that if you were there, something disgusting would be hidden? ♡ That’s really a bird’s head ♡ What’s any different from the idiots who put their heads on the ground and hid? ♡”

As the provocation continued, a sign of flinching was felt beyond the wall.

The Perverted Apostle was right.

That wall was a trap.

If I had moved towards that wall without thinking, I would have definitely been hit.

As I slowly turn my gaze to the back, I see my friends preparing for battle.

Arthur and Joey prepare their magic. Frey imbued his sword with magic. Faybe breathes blessings into us.

Responds quickly. This is proof that the friends’ training so far has not been in vain.

“Are you going to keep doing that?♡ If you want to prove that you’re a new head, do it~♡ If you think about it, I think it suits you well♡”

“You’re being reckless. Little boy.”

The false wall collapsed, and what appeared beyond it was the alchemist, the owner of this dungeon.

The person who was originally supposed to be waiting at the last spot has appeared here.

The man, whose disgusting tentacles were wriggling under his long coat, was glaring at me with his deep red eyes.

“Do you want me to rush in?”

“Isn’t that the one you want to pounce on?♡ You want to attack me with those disgusting, smelly tentacles♡ I know it♡ Because that’s all trash like you wants to do♡”

The alchemist’s feet on the other side of the wall have stopped, as if he’s going to attack him and he’s gently lowering his shield and giggling.

“He thinks he’s so good that he’s delusional and intemperate♡ If you give him a chance to come to you, he’ll be so scared that he won’t come♡ He’s really embarrassed♡ I guess his genitals have rotted and become soft along with his flesh?♡”

It’s not that the provocation didn’t work. The trembling whole body tells us that the alchemist is angry.

little bit more. If you make the other person angry just a little more, you can blow away their reason. We can attract the alchemist to our battlefield. If you do that, dealing with that alchemist is not that difficult.

Unlike when I took the academy entrance exam, I am who I am now. Because we have the power to deal with that alchemist.

“… Indeed. Your voice is dangerous.”

It was that time. The alchemist, who seemed as if he would rush at me at any moment, was startled, made an effort to speak calmly, and took a step back.

I knew why the alchemist was able to regain his composure.

The energy of the evil spirit floating around his head forced him to regain his senses.

When I saw him, I raised my lips.

You will try to respond to my provocation, right?

under. If you can, do it.

Even if you want to hold on to the opposite sex, you won’t be able to.

“So, I have to put things other than myself first before writing.”

As the alchemist’s body crumbles and seeps into the floor, the dungeon begins to shake.

The change was instantaneous.

The surrounding wall collapses and the size of the passage increases. What was once an ordinary hallway became a room. What was once a room turns into a huge cavity.

After everything collapsed, the two of them appeared in the middle of the common.

One was a bear the size of a house.

It was far beyond the size of a normal creature, armed with fur that seemed harder than steel, and making growling noises.

The other was something that looked like tree roots had been woven together to form a person.

Once a gentle and easy-going guardian of the forest, all it wanted to do was crush other things with its fists.

The owners of the forest who were attacked by a group of evil spirits.

Those who were thought to be the anchors for constructing the dungeon were located there.

And that too, with various parts of the body modified by an alchemist.

I was looking at me blankly, and when I heard the tree-like owner of the forest hit the ground, I raised my shield.

That movement is clearly a preparatory stance before charging.

Now get ready for that guy to pounce.

I felt uncomfortable.

As I looked at the tree, the thought that something was different from what I knew kept rising.

So I expanded my senses to the surroundings.

I didn’t trust my eyes, I trusted my intuition.

It was only then that I felt a vibration beneath the floor.

The location is at the back.

The direction is.

joy.

There was no time to speak.

I blindly ran in the direction where she was and recklessly pushed her shoulder.

Not long after that, I felt a shock hitting my stomach.

As my body flies through the air, Joy’s blank eyes meet mine.

In the meantime, one thought came to my mind.

under. Fuck.

I got hit.