This concludes the “Joining the Company” arc.
Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation: Dungeon Tester (full-time employee).
Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class).
Position: Warrior.
“Well, it’s a fantasy alright.”
Stepping into the plaza, the entrance behind me closing is fine, well, not fine, but as expected.
“Go easier on me, I didn’t expect this.”
The stairs, incorporated into the wall as if to repel intruders, were also within my expectations.
But…
“An army of spheres floating in mid-air, is that a thing? In a typical royal road setting?”
I thought after seeing wood, the standard stone golem would appear, or if something else, my prediction would only be off by some margin. But my prediction was completely betrayed when spheres about the size of bowling balls were expelled into the air.
“If they self-destruct kamikaze style, I’m screwed, aren’t I?”
Looking at the obviously spherical objects, I could only think of one purpose.
Like mines floating in water, their passive posture suggests they self-destruct, like the Wood Puppet Blood type. In other words, they look like bomb monsters that use self-destruct tackles.
Thinking about having to deal with them, it feels like mental fortitude is more important than technical skill.
“Lock-on, huh?”
And it seems the time to observe me is over.
The spheres, which had been blinking since their appearance, shone at a uniform interval as if identifying me. But gradually, the interval shortened, and the pale blue light covering the spheres transformed from blue to red like a signal lamp.
“Is this a pinball machine!?”
Before I could avoid it, my arm moved.
“Heavy!?”
With a solid impact, I sent something flying, and then an explosion.
“This is too hard for an opening move!?”
If I consider this a dungeon for heroes, this much might be necessary, but I want to shout that they’ve completely disregarded the budget.
As I predicted from their appearance, they were indeed self-destructing mines. And it seems they don’t explode unless they hit an enemy. Using the walls, floor, and ceiling, their ricocheting tactics would quickly overwhelm me if I didn’t deal with them calmly.
I don’t have the luxury of dodging by moving around.
With them bouncing everywhere, regardless of the place, I can’t move carelessly.
I’m safer if I lower my stance and meet them head-on.
Fortunately, my eyes and arms can keep up with their speed, and the Ore Tree is harder than my opponent.
With each hit, sometimes using my feet, I bat them away like target practice, devising footwork and wrist movements to shoot down the increasing number of spheres.
Since they come flying to me, I can save stamina even if I don’t move.
However, as if to take back the saved stamina, they send spheres towards me without interruption.
“Ngh…”
But I concentrate and counter, yet mistakes happen at unexpected moments.
One that I couldn’t handle exploded nearby, and fragments flew at my body. Then, as if targeted, spheres from all around attacked me at once.
This is bad.
My stance is broken, and it’s difficult to block them all.
If it continues like this, the spheres will flood in like carpet bombing, and the place I’m in will instantly become ground zero.
If that happens, I don’t need to imagine the rest.
I know that the moment I think it’s over, my strength will slowly drain away.
I held out surprisingly well, but this is the end.
Fortunately, my body is made of magic, so I feel pain, but that’s a matter of luck.
If I have grit, I won’t end up with trauma from the explosion’s pain.
Annoyingly, I have no other options.
But even as I resign myself to this…
“Kaha.”
It seems my rational mind and my emotional body are separate things.
“Don’t underestimate meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!”
My mouth twitched for a moment, and then that voice, as if welling up from the depths of my belly, erupted.
What’s a situation like this?
My stance broke from the explosion, but considered another way, it’s just that.
That’s a crazy thought.
Because my stance is broken, it’s a crisis, yet I can’t stop laughing at my direct thinking that dismisses it as “just that.”
“That time was ten thousand times worse!!!”
During training, I was hit with poison, paralysis, gravity, physical punches, hypnosis, foul odors, visual obstruction, sword fights, and occasional area-of-effect magic. All techniques that could be a finishing blow.
Taking one or two hits and only getting injured, this situation still has room to fight.
Before I escape, I put force back in again, and amidst the fast-approaching thoughts and slow-moving scenery, I search for the next action within the time limit.
Certainly, I have a basis for saying “just that,” but how will I escape this situation?
I think and think…
“Kaha! Bring it on!!”
In the end, I couldn’t come up with anything.
But I’m not so easily discouraged by kamikaze tactics or being overwhelmed…
“I’ve faced death enough times to not break! If you want to crush me, come at me with the resolve to be crushed yourself!!”
Well, for now, it was just faster to swing with all my might than to think.
“I’m in killing mode!!”
I wonder what I’m shouting at inanimate objects, but let’s put that aside for now. I’ll kill these floating things.
The instructor, as if possessing me, ingrained it deep within my core with a ferocious smile so potent it would make a sadist faint, long before I could even escape.
“Kill before you are killed.”
To execute that, a smile naturally formed on my face.
“Hehehe, I’ll manage somehow.”
Surprisingly, a smile naturally appears even in desperate situations.
A situation that seemed hopeless was perhaps just a self-imposed restriction; once I resolve myself, I can easily escape.
While the blast from the ones I struck flies at my back, using the full swing from my compromised stance as a pivot, I gradually regain my posture and strike back, strike back, strike back, strike back. My swing speed with the Ore Tree also increases, matching the increasingly faster enemies.
Among them, one, just one, I thought I cleanly cut down. Then, the spheres flying towards me started to get cut.
“Hehehe, Kaka-kakakaka, Ahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!”
This time it’s my turn to declare. With a slow step forward, it feels like my domain expands.
There’s a phenomenon called “runner’s high.”
The more you run, the higher your tension gets, a mental exhilaration that makes you want to run forever.
Before I knew it, I was smiling. Where did the me who was scared just moments ago go?
There’s a part of me observing me like this, calmly. My tension is high, yet my vision is clear.
My body is hot, my heart is pounding, and my blood rushes like a torrent, driving me forward.
But my spine reacts sharply to my body, while my head calmly assesses the current situation.
This dichotomy between my head and body was bringing out my best potential.
Not enough.
At this speed, I’m still too slow.
Not enough.
With this much power, I’ll still be defeated.
Not enough.
With this sharpness, I can’t defeat my opponents in one strike.
Not enough, there are too many things that are not enough to defeat them all.
The number of enemies is still too many to count, and they’re still increasing.
“Faster! Faster! Quicker! Swifter!”
If my hands aren’t enough, then think. Increase efficiency.
Eliminate waste, change my position. There’s no need to be on the edge like this.
If I move closer to the dense pack, to the center, I should be able to defeat them more efficiently.
“Ah, reaching this point! I can’t imagine losing!!”
Release pent-up frustration, create a storm, trample them.
Everything is going well.
I feel like I can even see things that should be invisible.
It feels like I have eyes on my back, like I know where my opponents are.
“Well, it might just be my imagination!”
Still, the sensation of hitting them when I swing feels like my accumulated efforts are paying off, making me happy and further increasing my efficiency.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!”
By now, I want to give it my all.
It’s less about clashing and more about cutting them down.
It’s less about swinging wildly and more about connecting and expanding.
It’s like performing a sword dance: I have a sequence, my footwork is precise, and as I move, they come at me as if to match my movements.
This is happening even in the center, the epicenter of the enemy concentration.
“Is this some kind of trump card?”
As if to regain the momentum that was gradually being pushed back, a sphere appeared with spikes.
Those spikes were sharp, and I could easily imagine them piercing my armor like paper.
Fortunately, it stuck in the ground instead of bouncing, but any variation that could cause fatal damage through mere body impact wouldn’t be a positive in this situation.
“So what?”
It wouldn’t be a positive.
But even that, I cut away and discarded.
At the brink of life or death, where failure to adapt means defeat, I have no right to despair.
“Listen, Jiro, fear is a sensor. But despair is just a burden. Let that sink into your body properly.”
“Indeed, indeed. We teach fear, never despair.”
Ah, I finally understood the words of the instructors from my training.
It’s true.
Fear tells you where and how threats exist.
If you step back, you can dodge; if you swing, you can cut them down.
Fear is like a medicine that assists in those actions.
“Consume your fear, make it your sustenance.”
As I uttered the words that came to me as if they naturally flowed in, I felt an additional release of unnecessary tension in my body.
The sensation of fear becoming my ally gradually accelerated my sword strikes.
Even at the epicenter, I cut and slashed as if enjoying it, turning one into two, three into four, and continuing to increase the number of Pinball Golems I defeated.
Before I knew it, time had passed in a flash, and with the final enemy cut down and exploding behind me, the battle was over.
“Alright, a narrow victory.”
It wasn’t a complete victory.
I was hit by explosions multiple times, my body covered in soot. Shrapnel flew and cut me all over. The bandages I had carefully wrapped were torn off and discarded midway.
“Damn, I don’t want to get old. I don’t want to move anymore.”
It’s not just about being young; even with my enhanced body, when I push myself to the limit, I seem to unconsciously activate a stopper, making the backlash of full exertion feel immense.
It seems true that what you could do when you were young, you can’t do when you’re older.
“Good work.”
I slung my Ore Tree over my shoulder, like carrying a load on my back, and gently patted the heavily used weapon.
After all, it’s metal that’s said to be alive.
If I dragged it along the floor to carry it, and it decided to throw a tantrum, I wouldn’t want to deal with that.
“Tch, it’s crushed.”
And when I reached for my cigarette, the pack was misshapen and crushed, a result of the blast, tumbling around, and various other mishaps.
I could see it would just tear if I pulled it normally, so I struggled to extract one cigarette and lit it. The smoke deeply permeated my body with its flavor.
“Should I be relieved that it exploded and left nothing, not creating treacherous footing, or should I lament that it exploded and all the spoils of war vanished? What kind of expression should I even wear?”
By the time I’d smoked half of it, my calm thoughts prompted me to survey my surroundings, but the merits and demerits of the process and outcome fixed my expression in one of exasperated disbelief.
“Well, I was prepared for a loss anyway. I’ll be happy that I managed to get through it safely. As consolation, I’ll make tonight’s snacks luxurious. Ah, not dried squid, but jerky. I’ll eat the kind that costs a thousand yen a bag.”
In the end, the cash lost in the process weighed more on my expression than the safety gained from the result.
Using the upgrade of my usual evening snacks as motivation, I collected the remaining Magic Stones and decided to head up the stairs.
“With this, I should be able to get out. They’re relentless, aren’t they, fantasy worlds?”
But somehow, or rather, just in case, I ascended the stairs slowly and silently. It turned out to be the right decision.
Peeking with only my eyes from the staircase, the so-called safe zone was nowhere to be found. Even after the boss battle, they had strategically placed combat zones, which was truly a Dungeon.
From what I could see, it looked like the same type of monsters as the previous floor, but there were more of them.
Additionally, the presence of a Sub-boss Wood Golem indicated that they had properly leveled up.
“Can I use that while there are monsters around? Well, probably not. But personally, I’d like to gamble on being able to do it. I think I’ve worked hard enough today to deserve a beer by now.”
The device, which seemed to be a crystal sphere placed on a waist-high pole near the wall opposite the stairs, was apparently the exit. If my memory of the classroom lectures was correct, touching it should teleport me to safety with a few seconds’ delay.
Logically, there was no way such a device would be functional when there were dangerous things around.
This meant my actions were naturally decided.
“Couldn’t they make dungeons a little more user-friendly,” I grumbled.
Naturally, a dungeon designed to intercept heroes wouldn’t have a “safe zone” to assist the attacked party. However, after being exposed to explosion after explosion, I just wanted some consideration for my current state.
Suppressing a sigh, I grabbed the handle of the Ore Tree. At this point, it felt like giving up and accepting the situation, akin to just going through the motions when work got busy.
“Daaaaaammit!!!!!!!! F**k you all!!!!!!!!”
And so, I charged forward, feeling a sense of desperate recklessness that reminded me of those busy work days.
“Um, are you alright?”
“If breaking through a floor by myself counts as alright, then I guess I’m alright.”
In the end, I managed to escape. My relentless assault on the second floor, repeatedly attacking, finally concluded after three reinforcements arrived. In my battered state, I activated the escape device, the Teleportation Circle, and headed for the dungeon entrance. It was on my way to the infirmary for treatment that I ran into Suella.
“You broke through the first floor alone!?”
“Yeah, though that pinball machine thing really gave me a scare.”
“Are you hurt!? More importantly, you’re covered in injuries!”
It seemed strange that she was more flustered about my injuries than I was, but her genuine concern was welcome.
“…Honestly, I’m tired. To be more specific, I want to punch the me who didn’t turn back at that moment. But, it’s still better than the training with the instructors, so I think I’ll be fine if I go to the infirmary.”
While it might be true that training is tougher than actual combat as a countermeasure, it felt like something was amiss. Still, thanks to it, I was alive, so I couldn’t complain. Apparently, though, I had chosen my words poorly.
“To the infirmary!? With injuries like that!? Shall I give you my shoulder? Where’s a stretcher? No, wait, using levitation magic, no, using Teleportation Magic would be faster!”
I had intended to reassure her by saying a little treatment would be enough since I lacked medicine, but she ended up thinking I was gravely injured. Well, putting that aside for now, I wished she would calm down. It was almost as if, because I could work, she’d come up with more and more ways to transport me even while flustered, but the gazes from those around us were intense. Perhaps due to my bad reputation, her solicitous response seemed like favoritism. Furthermore, with Suella’s appearance adding to the mix, the men’s stares were particularly harsh.
“No, you don’t have to go that far. I can walk.”
“Self-diagnosis is unreliable!! Fortune favors the bold!! Let’s go!”
“Wait a minute!?”
However, she grabbed my hand and started walking as if she hadn’t noticed the surrounding stares. Suella was about half my height, and I was larger, with muscles developed from recent exercise. Therefore, it shouldn’t have been that easy for her to pull me along, yet she was leading me to the infirmary with surprising ease. I could sense she was using Body Reinforcement magic.
It was then that I pondered. Why was she so concerned, so desperate? In my adolescence, I might have thought she had feelings for me, but thankfully, I had moved past such notions a decade ago and didn’t have that kind of thought. I concluded that she was simply being kind-hearted, her personality driving her to act so impulsively. It felt wrong to dismiss her actions just because *I* felt embarrassed. The surrounding stares intensified, but I decided to accept it as a perk of being led by a beautiful woman.
The infirmary was reached with a brisk walk, though for me, it was my normal walking pace. Even upon arrival, Suella was quick and efficient, tending to my injuries before I could even act, faster even than the resident attending physician.
“This should do it. Bruises, burns, and cuts. Fortunately, no fractures, but your body will retain heat due to the Magic Crest adaptation, so sleeping might be difficult tonight.”
“Please rest tomorrow,” she advised, her diagnosis almost as good as a doctor’s. The attending physician, a Lizardman standing behind her, kept glancing between his untouched paperwork and me, clearly indicating his lack of anything to do. I felt like asking him if he wanted to take over my work.
“Now then, Jiro-san, can we talk for a moment?”
She closed a newly expanded first-aid kit and spoke to me with a smile. A shiver ran down my spine, and I instinctively straightened my back.
“It seems your training was slightly insufficient. Yes, it appears this injury stems from a lack of knowledge and crisis awareness. Of course, this is our, no, my oversight, so we will cover the treatment costs. Furthermore, to prevent such incidents in the future, I would like to give a lecture here. Would you be amenable?”
I understood. Or rather, any living being would understand with their survival instincts. Although she asked politely and phrased it as a question, there were only two options: ‘Yes’ or ‘Certainly.’ It wasn’t a reluctant ‘yes’ from a subordinate to a superior, but closer to the unquestioning “Yes, sir!” of a soldier responding to an officer’s command.
“You see, it’s inherently dangerous to act alone in a dungeon. That’s why a party is necessary.”
The lecture at the infirmary continued until Suella’s colleague came to call her. By the time it ended, I had no energy to eat dinner, or do anything at all, just a craving for rest filling my entire body.
“Tomorrow, absolute rest!!”
With those final words, all I did was see her off, politely decline the Lizard attending physician who asked if I was resting, return to my room, carelessly shed what I could, and collapse onto the bed. That was it.
Just closing my eyes, consciousness would disappear in an instant.
Tomorrow is a holiday, I promised myself I wouldn’t wake up until noon.
Though that promise would be broken rather easily.
“How did it come to this?”
“Are you listening, Jiro-san?”
I was sitting in a retro tavern that could be found in Europe, rather than something that screamed “The Fantasy.” Or perhaps, an izakaya would be a better description. Suella was sitting next to me, leaning on me.
Her eyes were fixed, and her drunkenness made her even more alluring.
But I couldn’t react to that.
Shifting my gaze from beside me to across, I saw Supervisor Evia, Instructor Kio, and Instructor Fushio, who had likely orchestrated this situation. They were drinking alcohol with a sinister, sadistic smile on their faces, unusually quietly compared to their usual selves.
They were clearly enjoying this situation, and were waiting like predators for something else to happen.
Seeing them, I resigned myself, thinking that these individuals wouldn’t miss such an amusing sight from a third-person perspective, and recalled the events leading up to this.
The trigger was my resolution this morning to stay in my room all day since I was told to rest.
“Ah, um! If you’re free tonight, would you perhaps like to go out for a meal to celebrate breaking through the first floor? Ah, um, you can refuse if you have other plans… so.”
Who is this cute person?
When my chime rang as I was dozing, having woken up and fallen asleep countless times, I reacted with sleepy eyes and saw a Dark Elf whose face was visibly flushed despite her tanned skin.
No, it was Suella.
“Haa, a meal?”
To an outsider, it was a very unusual situation, being invited to a meal by a woman. However, I, still drowsy, failed to grasp the extremely lucky situation I was in.
“What time is the meeting?”
“You’ll go?”
“Yes, I don’t have any particular plans.”
All I could do was judge my schedule for the day and determine if I could meet the other party’s request.
“Th-then shall we meet at 7:00 at the entrance to the underground facility!!”
“7:00 at the entrance to the underground facility, understood.”
“Th-then I’ll be going now!”
“Yes… Ah, she left.”
So, even though Suella ran off without waiting for my reply, I could only think of it from a work-oriented perspective, that she had rushed to see me during a break from working on her day off.
“…I’ll make some coffee.”
My brain doesn’t work very well right after waking up.
Despite that, I could still move and make some basic judgments, which was thanks to my previous job, but that’s for later.
I made instant coffee and aimlessly watched variety shows that aired around noon on my day off.
“I have free time until 7:00 today. I was told to rest, so I can’t train, and I can’t enter dungeons. Huh? Am I hobbies-less?”
As I gradually woke up, my hazy thoughts started to clear.
“I’ll look for hobbies later, but for now, how do I kill time until 7:00 and go for dinner with Suella…? With Suella? Alone? Cough!”
And then, my thoughts finally caught up, and I coughed, choking on coffee as I finally grasped the current situation.
The word “date” flashed in my mind for a moment, but that was the least of my concerns.
“Cough, cough, this is bad, inhaling hot coffee is dangerous, I can’t just be coughing, do I have any casual clothes?”
It’s been a little over two months since I changed jobs. Usually, I’m either wearing my dungeon gear, pajamas, or training jersey. And in my previous job, I barely had any free time to go out, so I hardly had anything I could call casual wear.
Naturally, I didn’t have any clothes suitable for going out for a meal with a woman.
“…I’ll go.”
It was just before noon. If I used a car, I could just make it in time.
The thought of spending more money gave me a headache, but necessity dictated.
I really had to wear something decent.
For now, I’d be prepared for some expenses.
“Should I get my gear repaired before I go shopping for clothes? Will I have enough time?”
While changing, I looked at the scattered equipment on the floor and regretted sleeping in. But now, I had to move quickly.
And so, I bought a full set from a slightly expensive clothing store and rushed back, thinking I might just make it, and headed to the meeting spot, only to be greeted by:
“Hey, hey, Jiro, you can’t just make a U-turn like that, can you?”
“Kekekeke, too bad, but it’s not that little girl.”
Except for one person, a full Red Alert reception awaited me.
Everyone was in casual wear, but the assembled members were strange.
First, it was fine that Suella was there in a green-based one-piece dress.
But Instructor Kio in an Aloha shirt, Instructor Fushio in a jinbei, Supervisor Evia in slacks; the members, mostly in full Red Alert, were odd.
“Sorry, I couldn’t shake you.”
“As if we’d let you escape.”
“Indeed, indeed.”
“Did you really think you could escape?”
From this conversation, I understood that these people wouldn’t normally be here.
“Jiro broke through the first floor of the dungeon. What kind of instructors would we be if we didn’t praise our disciple’s great achievement!”
“Precisely, precisely. Besides, this also serves as a welcome party for the Master.”
“Don’t worry. This time, you guys won’t have to pay, so drink and eat as much as you like.”
And from this, I understood one thing.
The three of them were welcoming me in their own ways, but something was telling me, an intuition, or something within me.
There was a trap.
And then, we were smoothly shown to a reserved table, and as if our seats were already decided, Suella and I were seated next to each other, with the three of them happily sitting at a slightly wider table.
“To the health of Jiro Tanaka and the successful clearing of the first floor!”
“““Cheers!”””
The drinking party began with Supervisor Evia leading the toast.
Initially, there were no problems.
Light conversation, updates on recent events, and stories from the training period. Listening to the instructors’ personal opinions on my performance and suggestions for improvement was invaluable experience for me.
However, I should have noticed when I was chatting with Suella about Isal and drinking.
Her drink never decreased, and its contents kept changing.
Perhaps her naturally tanned skin, characteristic of a Dark Elf, hid the flush of intoxication. But I felt like I was skillfully manipulated by three people?
“Still, you seem to have done something reckless.”
“Yeah! I can’t believe you cleared it solo with that status!”
“Kukuku, to clear it alone when normally one would advance in a party… The Machine King was quite frustrated.”
“No, it was pretty close… ‘That’s right, it was dangerous. You have no idea how worried I was when I heard about it, Jiro-san.'”
Something warm pressed on me. No, it was Suella.
And then, her face, which had shown a moment of concern, transformed into a full-blown smile, as if to say, “Here we go!” My enhanced physical abilities determined the expression on her face.
What happened was simple.
Supervisor Evia got Suella drunk with devilish whispers, and the instructors distracted me, the only one who could have stopped it.
Unbeknownst to me, she gradually became more intoxicated, and the current situation unfolded as if to say, “Behold the result.”
This is strange. I shouldn’t be feeling a headache yet, there’s still a long way to go before a hangover.
But even if I understood the situation, there was nothing I could do.
In a way, her words of concern earlier were like a trigger. The devil (Supervisor Evia) had simply whispered that the situation was complete.
The way to resolve this situation…
“Hey, bring more alcohol!!”
“Hmm, then I shall have this.”
“Suella, your glass is empty.”
With these people here, it’s practically impossible to resolve.
The instructors making additional orders, and Supervisor Evia encouraging Suella to drink even faster, not slowing down at all. This situation felt like being teased and toyed with, but strangely, it didn’t feel painful. In fact, the atmosphere felt quite enjoyable.
“Jiro-san, are you listening? I was saying that…”
Should I just give up and accept this situation, and get drunk myself as soon as possible?
I have a feeling tomorrow will be tough, but fortunately, tomorrow is also a holiday.
It feels like I can go with the flow a little.
“Oh, Suella, what a coincidence—” “Don’t interrupt.” “Fubera!?”
I’ll pretend I didn’t see Supervisor Evia blow away the Dark Elf man in the middle of it.
For now, I’ll down the drinks I ordered.
I’ll ignore her endless complaints.
“Hm?”
But then, her complaints suddenly stop.
The surroundings become quiet, and her weight shifts towards me.
Thinking about this pattern, it could lead to a romantic comedy development or an undesirable scene with a beautiful woman. Either way, the people around us will likely enjoy the outcome.
I can’t ignore it.
Tentatively, I look.
“Jiro-san.”
The dramatic romantic comedy that the instructors were surely hoping for was unfolding.
“I’m truly happy that you came, Jiro-san.”
“Huh? Oh, yes.”
For a moment, she looked at me with a gentle expression, as if she had sobered up, and my body temperature rose.
Is it because of the alcohol, or something else? My mind isn’t working.
I quickly down a drink, as if to cool my head.
“OOOOO”
“Kkakakaka”
“Kukukuku”
I can’t see the people showing their highest smiles, as if they’ve witnessed something wonderful.
“This is great! We’re going to drink our hearts out tonight!!”
“Kkakakaka, indeed, indeed. It wouldn’t be bad to have a drinking contest after so long.”
“Hmph, I suppose I shall join you.”
““““Yeeeeeeehawwwww!!!””””
Instructor Kio, involving the surrounding customers like a storyteller from the olden days, starts a grand banquet. Instructor Fushio and Supervisor Evia follow suit, drinking the alcohol first.
Let them enjoy themselves over there.
“Shall we drink, then?”
“Yes, I left all the work to Keiri. Tomorrow is a holiday. So, I’ll celebrate today.”
Suella, usually so calm, is letting loose and enjoying herself just like everyone else.
I’ll get drunk before I’m caught staring and teased again.
“Welcome! To the Demon Lord’s Army. We welcome you!”
“Nice to meet you, Suella-san.”
In the midst of a banquet grander than anything I’d ever experienced, I clinked glasses with her.
My most enjoyable banquet in my life was beginning, just like this.
Jiro Tanaka, 28 years old, single, no girlfriend, occupation: Dungeon Tester (full-time employee)
Magic Aptitude 8 (General Class)
Role: Warrior
Status
Strength 87 → Strength 105
Endurance 117 → Endurance 157
Agility 52 → Agility 66
Stamina 74(-5) → Stamina 90(-5)
Dexterity 53 → Dexterity 82
Knowledge 36 → Knowledge 36
Intuition 14 → Intuition 22
Luck 5 → Luck 5
Magic Power 70 → Magic Power 80
Condition
Nicotine Addiction
Lung Contamination
Today’s Word
Since joining the company, I don’t know what the future holds, but at least now I want to know what kind of person I will become if I continue.
I have found a company that makes me feel that way.
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