You are carefully and cautiously engaged in covert activities, but this is also tiring.
　You are doing this to find the mineral tree, so your motivation is not diminished, but it still takes time to move around while keeping an eye on your surroundings.

Phew.

　Take one deep breath and then start moving again.
　How long has it been since you entered the Dragon King's dungeon?
　As I jumped from one rock to the next like a lightworker, the thought occurred to me.
　I think it was at least an hour or more and less than five hours, but unfortunately I don't know the exact time.
　My sense of time is fuzzy due to the intense battles I've had since entering this dungeon.
　In addition, the watch you had prepared has been destroyed in the battle with the Dragon King.
If you look at your watch, the digital screen is broken.
　Naturally, it doesn't tell you the time and is silent.
　I bought it for the dungeon, so it's a decent price, but I gave up on the broken thing, smiling.
　So you look up at the sky, but you can't check the time by the position of the sun in the dungeon, you can only see the silhouette of a flying dragon.
　As a result, you can only feel that time is passing.
　I continue to look for the mineral tree, I'm worried that if I spend too much time looking for it, I might worry Suela and the others, but I won't stop.

"Huh, moving quietly is tougher than I thought.

　After occasionally stopping to check that a dragon has passed by, advancing thump-thump-thump, and then resumes moving, alerting your surroundings.
　Look for the enemy as you go along, wait for it to pass into hiding, and then go on.
　Basically, this is the same thing.
　I try to be as inconspicuous as possible by going from shade to shade, covering myself with feeble magic so as not to leave any traces, using concealment magic to obscure my presence and escaping the dragon's five senses while searching for the mineral tree, which exhausts my physical and mental strength more than I expected.

I wonder if it's in here.

　Still I go on.
　I put my hand on the cliff and look around, but as far as the eye can see, all I see are rocks and dragons.
　My partner is nowhere to be seen.
　I will move as soon as I know he's not here.

d*mn it, how far did you fly?

　I'm sorry that I let go of my own weapon at that time, but I'd rather not throw someone else's at the bottom of the valley.
　The point where we were fighting a moment ago is just a stone's throw away, and the noisy dragon king is nowhere to be found, but I'm sure it's within the search range.
　I didn't want to spend as much time as possible, so I didn't stay in the same place while quickly sensing the magic power, but went down the rocky part of the ravine with a bang.

As long as we're not too far away.

　The further you go, the darker it gets and the steeper the road gets.
　When you finally get down to a passable road, it's not a road, but a little square, and beyond that square, a little further down the road is a valley, and as I thought from above, it's still very deep.
　It's not a ravine, but an even steeper ravine, you think about the difference between the letters and the joke, and hope that you find it soon.
　As you continue downward with faint hopes, it is naturally difficult for the light to reach your surroundings and it gets darker and darker.
　Even so, as long as you strengthen your eyesight with your magic and keep your vision clear, your vision is fine.
　But otherwise, there will be problems.
　I don't know how the dragon's territory is, and I'm always moving to be aware of my surroundings.
　I'm in the middle of a foothold that humans can't cross, and I can feel the sensation of something watching me down my spine.
　A stare that sends a shiver down your spine.
　For a moment, I thought the Dragon King had found me.

No, no, this is not it!

　The quality of the presence and the quality of the gaze is different.
　That dragon king's gaze is so violent and oppressive that the storm looks pretty.
　It's not this kind of spine-chilling stare.
　And a slight sense of rigidity that makes your body stop moving.

"......... It looks like we're trespassing on some bad guys' turf.

　It's only a few seconds since you felt that gaze, and yet you feel it increase.
　One, two, three, four, and so on, and each time they increase, my body stops moving.
　And I've had an idea who would cause this kind of abnormality in this dungeon.
　There are many troublesome demons in the dungeon, which is why we dungeon testers have been busy gathering information on these monsters.
　Knowing our enemy will help us improve our dungeons.
　The data collected from the challenger's point of view is organized and filed in the party room for easy access to the data.
　I remember Minami blurting out that he was going to be the one to create the strategy book.
　The sources of information to create such a document are not only our first-hand experience, but also the opportunity to listen to the knowledge.
　Not only Suela, but I also exchange such information with employees I get along with.
　Most of the information is only pertinent to the characteristics, but it's still useful.
　In particular, I often hear about monsters from the giants who process them.
　After all, they have many opportunities to come into contact with monster materials on a daily basis, and they are in many ways familiar with the characteristics of the monsters.
　I couldn't stop talking to them.

You'll be able to find out what they're made of. You're always wholesaling to Memoria!
Don't force them to hunt the dragon! You're going to have to work a little harder on the people on the ground. And I know you have them here, although I admit that there are more Memoria's in proportion.

　Every time I show up at the store, Hands complains to me, but somehow he manages to tell me about the monster.

d*mn, my skills are getting slowed down by the lack of quality materials lately. You guys have the most decent materials. I need more.
"Okay, I'll bring you a good one next time you hunt me.
"Do it, anyway,

　In a chat with Hans, the owner of such a favorite weapon shop, the name came up.

"Bring me some material at least for a basilisk.

　Basilisk.
　A creature named after the little king, a creature from earth's legends and fantasies.
　The species reigns supreme over all snakes, but in our world they exist as sub-dragons.
　They are famous for their petrifying eyes and their deadly poison.
　Sigh!
　The five basilisks appear with their sickle necks held up, screaming like snakes. The amber eyes glow suspiciously in the darkness and bind my body.
　Of all things, I've trespassed on the troublesome fellow's territory.
　I can't take it easy that I might be able to keep my promise to Hans this way.


　Unlike the bloodthirsty dragon species, they lurk quietly, waiting for their prey to fall into their traps, and then use their petrifying eyes to block their prey's movements and stop them with poison.
　They catch their prey like a hunter.
　In addition, it possesses the toughness and magical power characteristic of dragons.
　His eyes can move.
　The more you hold the hulking body in your field of vision, the more you can see it, the more you'll understand its immensity.
　Its torso alone, rising from the ground, is more than five meters long, and its torso is thicker than the shoulder width of an adult male.
　I don't even want to think about how long it would be in the front section.
　As an added bonus, the venom that dripped from its visible razor-sharp fangs could easily melt rocks.
　That thing's bite would kill me!
　Five such beings stared at me without looking away and flicked their tongues.
　If this is the case, I'll end up in the belly of the snake.
　I don't want that.
　So....

I can only thank Instructor Fusio for that.

　I resist with all my might.
　Once, I exhale as my whole body weakens.
　It causes my body to stiffen even more, and my breathing becomes more labored, but...

Unfortunately, I don't have a tolerance for petrification! And a countermeasure or two--

　Hmph! And shake off your gaze as you put your energy into your extremities and activate your magic at the same time.
　It's not just Instructor Kio training you in physical resistance and Instructor Fusio training you in anomalous resistance.

I mean, how can you capture a dungeon without it?

　Ordinary petrification, for example, does not even stiffen.
　The petrification of a dragon's species will only cause its muscles to harden and it will take time to disarm and deal with it.
　If you want to turn me into stone...bring me as much or more than Instructor Fusio.
　I don't need you to bring ..........

I'll break your eyes!

　Thinking about this, I attacked the basilisks, who were shaken up, and I attacked them.
　I leapt at one of the basilisks, which I hadn't expected to be shaken off its petrification, and jumped up in the air, reaching its head, and kicked it in the right eye with my best spinning kick, letting the impact pass.

One!

　I sent the impact from my eyes to my brain, felt a firm crushing of my feet, and realized that my body techniques would work against a basilisk, even though the Dragon King couldn't understand them.

Futatsu!

　I never thought I'd see the day when I'd take on the dragon species with my bare hands, my mouth tightened in a wry smile, and I ran toward the basilisk that had crushed one of my companions and made me jump in alarm.
　I don't use magic.
　I don't use magic because if I use it poorly the dragon king might come flying in here.
　We must fight with the least amount of force possible and kill these things before we can leave.
　Steel yourself, crack your whip against your creaking body, and grit your teeth.
　If you don't have a mineral tree and your right hand doesn't move, then naturally your footwork will take over.
　Kick up the lower jaw of the biting basilisk with your right foot, forcing it to close its mouth.
　Then, the impact of the kicking up raised his face, and he was able to dive into the joint of the lower jaw.
　Instead of kicking up the left leg, which was the axial foot, the right leg, which had been kicking up, turns into the axial foot.
　With a rotation of the hips, the metal part of the heel is enchanted with magic to create a mallet.

Ssshhh!

　I quickly follow up with a kick to the side of my head, blasting my face off to the side as if defying the laws of physics.
　I jump up and heel down on the top of the writhing basilisk's head.
　The impact spreads and, for a moment, the basilisk's face is caved in.
　Perhaps because it's dented into a bowl, it returns to normal when you lift your foot, but its brain is crushed, and the light that returns to the element begins to leak out.
　And the face of the basilisk that was hit by my attack becomes slightly flattened.
　Its eyes pop out, its tongue hangs slackly, and one of its prized fangs may have broken off when it was bitten together.
　There's no sign of life.
　I turn to look at the remaining basilisks.
　How do I know they have a confused expression on their snake faces?
　The three remaining basilisks, which look as if they are saying that their magic eye isn't working, have sparkling eyes.
　You're going to be able to have a needle pricking sensation on your skin from a while ago, but it doesn't show any signs of being effective, so you take an easy step forward and get off the head of the crushed basilisk.
　This is the only way you can make the other side more upset.
　If this were a normal dragon species, this would provoke their pride and they'd come at you at once.
　If you compare other dragons to knights, I've heard that the basilisk is a hunter, able to fight head-on but wily in nature.
　Therefore, even if he loses, he will not follow the style of fighting to take revenge.
　I thought that if I took another step, they would surely retreat, but all of a sudden the basilisks began to scurry around.
　Have they sensed something?

What is it? This smell, or even sound?

　There's a strange, pungent odor, and there's something crawling about it.
　It's not a rotten smell, but a real pungent one.
　It's more like drugs, and that kind of smell gets thicker and thicker.
　Something's coming.
　That's all I can say - something's coming.
　And then.

"Oh, come on, man, really, something's coming.

　The remaining basilisks fled in unison, wondering what had happened to their earlier bravado.

Is it bad to stay here?

　I had a bad feeling about this atmosphere, and instead of chasing after the basilisk, I started running in a different direction from them.
　And .

「「「「■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■! 」」」」

　I was able to avoid coming across the behemoth in the nick of time.
　A multi-headed dragon crawled out from under the ravine.

A hydra!

　I was almost tongue-tied that such a being is even here, but that's not the case, as one head turned this way and the other head turned in the direction of the basilisk, wondering which way to go.

? Unlike the guys above, you don't fight together?

　It feels funny.
　But I can't stop, and if you're lost, good thing you're lost, and meanwhile I'm going further down the ravine.

　Word of the Day
　Never give up and draw a firm line and know when to draw a line.