7 7 Are you nervous about your first job? Oh, is it just me?.txt (2/2)

I'd kick a mannequin through the air, and it would fly horizontally through the air, engulfing the opponent like a bowling pin.

It's strangely sharp because it's a move I've taken so many times that it's like it's been soaked into my body.

”Pursuit.

I don't give you time to get emotional.

With just one word of whispering, I hold the mineral tree on my right shoulder and attack the opponent caught in the mannequin that I kicked away.

”Meaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

I'll chop them up!

With that kind of determination, the blade swung down and crushed the mannequin and the two puppets together.

But perhaps I gained too much momentum, and the blade pierced the ground.

All that's left is a mannequin and a puppet, and of course the mechanically active ones couldn't miss this opportunity.

A wooden spear is coming toward your face!

Aaaaaaah! Noah!

Your body starts moving before you can judge.

First of all, remove your hand from the hilt, deflect the spear with your left small hand while raising your body up, and draw your right hand towards you as if you were holding your opponent's face.

''Sayeraaaaaaa!''

Knee to knee.

The ever-present battlefield, you can't fight without weapons, you can't get through that training.

”Riiiiiiiight!

And with a returning blade, or rather, a returning kick, I drove the attacking puppet into the wall.

A sure-footed, body-crushing sensation from the tips of my feet.

You lower your foot and watch your surroundings.

Most of it has returned to its magic, and the place, where not even wreckage remains, is quieted by the disappearance of the last puppet you kicked through.

Tightly, for ten seconds, you watch your surroundings, making sure the mineral tree is at your feet, and then you check again for any additions.

I'm tired.

All at once, the tension loosened.

I crouched there, Yankee style, so to speak.

My heart is still beating.

The battle is over, and my heart is pulsing faster and faster, as if it had been tied down by tension and released .

He rifled through his pockets and tapped the top of the thing he'd taken out with a familiar hand, and the thin thing would pop out.

Now all you have to do is suck it in and light it up.

Oh, I've been quitting smoking.

It wasn't until I had inhaled the last of my lungs that I realized the truth.

I mean, failure to quit smoking, it's a terrible habit.

”Quit again, quit again.

I'll give up and suck this one up .

I don't need to make excuses for being nervous in my first dungeon, but I look around the floor, thinking in my head.

I'm looking for the so-called loot.

If there's nothing left of the bodies you defeated, that means they were all souls.

Then there should be some of it left over, but

There's no such thing as a marble, is there?

What looked like a small reddish-purple glass ball was lying exactly as many as the number of bodies we killed.

Apparently, this was the loot.

We won't know the details until after we get out of the dungeon, but I'll gather them in a small bag for now.

Well, since we still have plenty of time, shall we take it slowly and carefully?

I took out my notebook and noted how much I had moved in the battle and continued on to the back of the room.

I put the last cigarette I smoked in the portable ashtray.

I didn't want to take a hit like this.

Peering and peeking into the square, there were five mannequins and three puppets, and an enemy that was clearly outnumbered.

And most importantly .

That's the Golem.

What's more, it's troublesome because it stands motionless in the back.

It stands out from the mannequin because of its size.

It doesn't move, but if you start a fight there, it will definitely come at you.

If you've never fought one before, preferably one-on-one.

Even better, you'll want to be carefully prepared for it.

It's about time. We'll turn back here.

It's been three hours since we entered the dungeon.

I've been mapping, so if I turn around here, it will be a good time to get out of the dungeon.

You've fought several times since the first battle, so you've accumulated a fair amount of loot.

Now's the time to pull out.

The

Maybe it was just my luck that my body moved .

As if I'd stepped in, I was leaping forward in response to the sound of the floor scraping, as if I'd stepped in.

'It's shaped differently!

He turns around and pulls the tree out of the ground.

It was a mannequin that attacked me from behind.

I suppose my attention to the front may have been distracted behind me and allowed it to approach, but that's not the point now.

'You don't mean Brad with the horns, do you?

Horns sprouted from his forehead as if he were a commander, and his hands were shaped like swords that could be cleaved rather than spears for piercing.

The words were mixed with half-wishes, but it was probably not a soul, but a rare kind of Blood.

Even if it wasn't, right now, the thoughts in my mind are more concerned with how to break the situation.

''I guess I'll just have to do it.

If you glance behind you, both mannequins and puppets have noticed you.

. and .

Well, they'll move when they're around.

They say bad things happen to us all.

The figure of the golem was clearly visible as it slithered and straightened its huge body.

If it didn't move here, we could report that it was a problem as an anti-vampire dungeon, but there was no way it would move at our convenience.

With the golem at the front gate, the Blood at the back gate, and many extras...

When you're surrounded by them, you're set in stone.

At times like this.

Mannequin Blood in front of me.

I'm going to reduce the number!

Ignore them and attack the mannequin and puppets, which are easy to defeat.

Roll over the tree and turn and run to the right.

You'll jump into the middle of the group and get into the fray.

But the opponents are an inorganic group that doesn't know how to panic, and only a few malfunctions could buy them time.

It wasn't enough, but we had to use that time to find a way to make the most of it.

I've caught some of these guys' characteristics in a few battles.

”Meaaaaaaahhhh!

We can only axe it and reduce the number, but if we take the time and effort.

Pssst!　Daaaaaaaaaaah!

Crushed by numbers.

The spear hand that the other mannequin held out grazed my unprotected right shoulder.

The pain almost brings me to a stop for a moment.

But if you stop, you'll be surrounded.

Knowing this, you grit your teeth and force yourself to move to drown out the pain and run around to avoid staying there.

You use your long sword, which has a wide range of spacing, to cut your opponent down, one on one, by striking, cutting down, blocking, running, and swapping standing positions.

The results of these actions bear fruit.

”Huh-uh-uh-uh.

Breathing on my shoulder, I keep the remaining individuals in my sights.

As if to say that it doesn't matter how it's looking, the two bodies that display their inexhaustible physical strength are coming towards me with nimble footsteps and heavy bass sounds.

Golem and Mannequin Blood .

Somehow I managed to cut down the others, but I was driven to the wall, and my strength had been greatly diminished by my running around.

Just let me catch my breath, okay?

You can't go on the receiving end.

If you move into a blocking position, you will be crushed.

Take one step forward to meet again.

A sharp slash and a heavy crushing blow.

I was struggling more than I expected with this combination.

I'm concentrating on the Mannequin Blood, which can be lethal with a single blow, but each time the golem shields me and lets the mannequin slip away.

Then I'd like to take the golem down, but it's hard.

I tried slashing at it with the mineral tree, but I could only manage to cut off a few scratches at the arm.

It might be a different story if you went at it with all your might, but the mannequin was in your way this time if you wanted to swing the mineral tree with all your might.

The mannequin is covering the other one tightly.

Watching them.

You're sarcastic!

It's as if he's showing me that he's fighting alone (solo), and I'm getting annoyed by his behavior.

There's no point in being jealous of the enemy, but I put a little more energy into my slash.

The sound of the exchange of blows gets a little louder as you continue to observe your opponent.

From what I've seen in the battle, I know for sure that you can beat them on your own.

Unlike my expectations, reality has brought us to a stalemate and my strength is being drained away.

I need some friends too!

Bottom line, we can't win now.

I knew it would come later, but the reality is grim.

Shouting my heart, I'll swing the mineral tree and cut off the mannequin blood, forcing it out of range.

From there, I'll throw more blows.

The thirty-sixth plan is the only way to escape!

They jumped into the nearest corridor.

Moving around, they exchange shots and finally seize their chance.

I'll run back the way I came from and start my escape.

The golem is slow, and I move faster than it does.

If I was faster than the mannequin, I could outrun it.

If I couldn't win, I'd run.

It was a natural decision.

As I ran, after a certain amount of time, I looked back.

Well, he's not going to chase me, is he?

Before long, I couldn't hear the footsteps and the shadow behind me was out of sight.

If I had wanted to, I would have pulled the golem away and only had Mannequin Blood to follow me.

But it's not a good result.

”If you can assess the situation, then that's definitely Blood, and we'll make some money on this information alone.

I dropped my backpack and leaned against the wall to calm my ragged breathing.

”Your wound needs to be healed.

You took on that group.

Of course he didn't go unscathed.

She's got cuts and bruises all over her body.

His arms are particularly badly wounded.

That's because I used them to defend myself from repeated torso and face blows.

Honestly, it hurts.

”Maybe I shouldn't have been so stingy with the potions.

I refrained from using the potion for a bit longer, thinking it would be okay, and this is what I got.

I set the mineral tree against the wall, took out an ointment from the backpack and applied it to the wound, and it began to emit a pale green light.

It stings, man.

Maybe that's the way it should be, but I'd like to see it heal a little more fantastically and painlessly the moment you apply it.

'You just bought a basket case and you're covered in scratches.

When I reattached the claw that I took off because it was in the way when I was healing it, I noticed the new scratches that I naturally made.

I tightened the clasp to equip it, thinking that I had to polish it when I got back to my room.

It's 9:30, a little overdue, but I guess I accomplished my goal.

To be honest, I have a feeling that the healing I did earlier has disrupted my concentration.

The wounds have healed and I'm breathing well, but I understand that it may take some time to get back into a fighting state, and that fighting alone in a danger zone is unexpectedly physically draining.

''Yeah, it's pretty frustrating, isn't it?

If I had won the battle, I might not have felt this way, but that was because I was unprepared.

Today I reaffirmed that I was unexpectedly competitive, and I finished my first job (dungeon challenge).

Tanaka Jiro, twenty-eight years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation: Dungeon Tester (full-time employee)

Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class)

Officer of the Year: Warrior

status

Force 45 → Force 54

Endurance 62 → Endurance 83

Agility 28 → Agility 33

Endurance 45 (-5) -> Endurance 55 (-5)

Dexterous 36 → Dexterous 41

Knowledge 33 → Knowledge 33

Intuition 8 → Intuition 10

Luck 5 -> Luck 5

Magical power 50 → Magical power 50

state

nicotine addiction

lung pollution

Word of the Day.

First time job for anything goes wrong.

I remembered that it is important to make an effort to make the most of the experience for the next time.