Chapter 51 - Howl (2) (1/2)

“Mikuma! There’s three Dark Meats right in front of us! They already noticed us!”

“Sorry, there’s no other way, you’ll have to break through!”

“Understood! Father, are you alright?”

“Somehow!”

Run.

We finally reached the sixth floor with the second floor’s transition trap, five hours have already passed since we were attacked by wolves that have their entire body made of stone, called Rock Wolf.

After that, we took small breaks along the way until we finally arrived at the seventy second floor, right before the top floor.

This dungeon gets wider every time you go up a floor.

The outside looks like an inverted triangle, so it makes complete sense.

So far we’ve encountered five of the six types of monsters in this dungeon.

The pitch black meat bag, dark meat. A body of stone, Rock Wolf.

A huge bipedal bull shouldering a large hammer, Buster Cow.

An armored mail ant that mimics an ant in each part.

A Trick Metal that tricks treasure hunters by imitating the light of rare ores.

Well, the Buster Cow and Rock Wolf gave me quite the cold feet, and I struggled with their quickness and brute strength, but there wasn’t much other than that.

The problem is that as we climb up, the monsters start grouping up.

On the second floor, there was only one dark meat, after the fortieth floor, the default is three dark meats.

The appearance of three disgusting lumps of meat undulating and hopping is undoubtedly a nightmare.

A maximum of four came out for Buster Cow.

When it swung the hammer it was holding, the sight of a hole opening in the wall sent a shiver down our spines.

The number one reason we’re still fine after facing all these monsters is thanks to Mikuma’s navigation.

If a route was blocked by monsters, she would instantly come up with an alternate route.

When we start to get tired, she would find places in the vicinity where we could rest.

It we couldn’t run away, she would urge us to prepare ourselves.

I’m intending to get used to fighting humans and beastmen.

While it may be true that facing a monster head on is foolish, but this time it’s different.

If you know that you have no choice but to fight beforehand, your mental state would be different.

Furthermore, the Dragon Fang sword that the rat lent us.

This guy is truly amazing.

Even if I don’t put in much power, it easily splits a Rock Wolf right in half.

It’s not that I’m strong. If you can hit the center of the body with the sword, then you’ll definitely win.

Well, I’m getting conceited.

One time, I was hit by my father after being negligent in checking the surroundings. I am reflecting on my actions.

What else saved me was my father’s existence.

I don’t have the slightest feeling that I can beat my father in a fist fight.

It was a conclusion that I reached after being hit numerous times in my life up until now.

This middle-aged man is considerably strong.

There’s no one who can win against this middle-aged man in the same generation, perhaps even including the younger generation.

No, of course that kind of thing is impossible.

Even if it’s father, he can’t win against a professional fighter, or a simpleton who only trains.

However, I can’t picture my father losing to a human or beastmen in a fist fight.

When I confront a monster, my father will immediately become vigilant of the surroundings and keep the other monsters in check.