Vol 1 Chapter 18 (1/2)
“H’
Fujiwara continued to study this ring with his eyeglass It was brought in by a ed dwarf, one of his clients
It was h it was quite plain
There werethat would have never been discovered if it had not fallen off of a sculpture in the Dungeon
It is marked with “Thou Shalt Not Sleep”, inside
“So, this is how he stopped sleep traps and ic, huh?”
“Yes This is a fairly popular itehters, so they’re convenient This one seeh”
“Is that so? Won’t be worth much to me, then”
The dwarf said, apparently uninterested, kneading his lengthy beard
The dwarf is a Seeker often called the “Grave Digger”, and not a particularly regular custoh he came by from time to time for appraisals
His face was one you could remember easily, due to his dark, inset eyes and, and one could infer fro that he was likely an insomniac
While Appraisals were being done, Fujiwara tended to bring out rum and milk instead of coffee for him
Fujiwara stared at the ring for a while longer
He had noticed that, from the way this surface was made, it was done carefully with a hammer It didn’t seem to be made via mass production and this steel was one that was particularly hard to use, buttime
This was a craftsman’s hard work
‘Itafter all’ So him so, but he couldn’t quite place it
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“Dead, dead, and more dead”
The Middle-aged Dwarf ‘grave digger’ was rily with his shoes
“…Ugh”
He had finished off the fifth floor today
The fifth floor of the Dungeon It’s usually called “Public Cemetery”
In this floor the air is ravestones lying everywhere, piercing the ground
-According to one theory, those who have unfortunately lost their lives in the Dungeon are quietly whisked away and buried here Since it is so large, it’s unlikely to find your friend’s departed, even if you search hard
The coffin underneath the headstone soold coins and the dearly departed’s belongings instead of bodies, and it was thus considered iain items from these poor Seekers
It is worth noting that the dwarf’s “Grave Digging” is always to find out as buried where, not to earn coin
“…Onya?”
While returning the scattered bones into the coffin, the Dwarf heard stopped He thought he heard so
He rushed in the direction he heard the voice, finding a girl holding a shortsword They were apparently guarding the other girl, standing behind thehoul A situation of numerical superiority
“Here, skeletons! You retards, look at me!”
“Grave Digger” ran in shouting, trying to gain the attention of the monster
The first to respond was a skeleton
It wasn’t hard to guess why the das in this floor It was to hunt these undead monsters
He was earnest in his fight against both the skeleton and the ghoul, and the other party watched as the skeleton began to be torn limb from limb His axe fell upon it, first the feet were lopped off, and next ribs shattered, arms chopped, and the skull split in two After this, the heart was quickly gouged out, spine broken, and finally the Skeleton was beheaded, in a er’s” life work
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A few years prior, “Grave Digger” his comrades to this floor
It was because of “Pandemonium” On “Public Ce to the ene to help tear down their allies In this exponential rew
On that day, his party had stu overwhelreat flood of le floor and entrapped Labyrinth City in fear and depression
That was how he had becoer”
Skeletons appeared, alhosts, skeletons, ghouls, fire wisps, and other fearful undead surrounded his party at the same time Within moments, they were unable to escape
By this time, he was terrified
He put on a good show, acting natural and pretending to be a great soldier or hero, but as a vanguard meant to be the party’s shi+eld and sword, he fled
By the ti him
It took hi hi, that he was nearly at the surface This hy he cleared the fifth floor, as co mistake
“Do, seiiii!”
The “Grave Digger” targeted the other skeleton, repeating his artful disse,
“Girls… Are you well?”
“Yes!”
“I’m… okay”
The reply ca the final skeleton Upon ensuring they had no , all three of the enemy
Undead monsters were particularly fickle, not hard to distract The “Grave Digger” went for his new target He alking slowly, because if you carelessly approach any undead, you’d be in for trouble
Ghouls were particularly slow, but they tended to go to try to fracture your ar your backbone (Redead?)
Skeletons, however, were light and could ju quickly While it had noloaded toy Attacks launched froh the use of momentum
All that remained fro there This was no small nunificant compared to what he had faced on that fateful day
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Every day, “Grave Digger” felt the hell within that regret, fro away at the time
This sense of regret, even if he drowned himself in liquor, would not pass The friends he’d drink ere gone Even if he tried to sleep, all that he could think of was the ie of his friends trapped in the middle of a horde of undead
Some days he couldn’t even muster up the will to move But, those he did, he returned to the “Public Cemetery” He’d pierce undead raves The “Pandemonium” had already been dealt with by others, but he felt so the undead here He rarely even returned to the surface
“Miss, wait here for a moment”
“Yes!”
“I’ll do my best”
The “Grave Digger” ai after hi blow, he aimed for the newly arrived skeleton to its left, and shook his shi+eld at it
“You’re next, huh?”
The “Grave Digger” pulled his hatchet out of the ghoul’s craniu growing froht chest
“……What’s this?”
It was the sairls dispatched of It seems they rasp of one of the er” could not pull out his axe, it struck It struck fatally, slashi+ng hi with blood, and he had a hard ti
“Uoooooooa!”
The “Grave Digger” used the butt of his axe while roaring, still stuck in the Ghoul, to sla it into dust
It reunites with the three bodies on the ground
He didn’t really consider his life valuable
If he died saving these two girls, then it’s worth it
The people at the tavern seeh to slaughter undead on the fifth floor every day, for revenge or memorial
But, that’s not right The situation is different
The “Grave Digger”, the sleepless one that not even ale could save, was ht here for that purpose alone, obsessed with the undead because of it
In truth, it was his atoneless suicide
But, he wasn’t ‘dead’ yet
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“So seems too powerful compared to most”
Fujiwara sighed deeply, adding this on after his appraisal
“Nornore exhaustion This one, however, seeht take the sleepiness away”
“I’m a total amateur to this stuff, but what’s the difference?”
The dwarf so na beard, before Fujiwara elaborated
“If it remains on your body, it will stop your need to sleep completely, and you will never lose consciousness Which, is probably why I felt so was off”
“What if someone hits you over the head?”