At the same time, Tsutomu was made to realize that the battle at the Hundredth Level was deadlocked, and at the same time, the trauma of being killed by the Blazing Old Dragon, which he had been driving into his heart to avoid looking at, erupted at once. It was so terrifying that he could abandon his comrades in arms that he had spent nearly a year with them, and after realizing his death, he had started to avoid taking the Hate of the Blazing Old Dragon as much as possible.

　Then, just before the brain of the searing old dragon was completed, he desperately ran away from the spot, desperate for his life. He suppressed the hate beforehand so that he was not the only one targeted, and even manipulated the Eye of God to use a cunning trick to outwit the clan members who were looking at the divine table.

　Although God's Eye is the only one that doesn't see Tsutomu, he was able to escape into the old castle alone, falling over and over again as he desperately suppressed his mouth, which made him want to scream in fear. And after that, he did nothing for fear of the increased hate from the use of the skill, and could do nothing but shake his body with his breath deep inside the ancient castle in the face of the helpless reality.

　Before his brain was complete, Tsutomu was seared and disappeared from the old dragon's presence, so he managed to hide himself without being recognized as a healer. And since the hate of the two undead people is mainly focused on those who attack their organs, they don't earn hate unless they use their skills.

　Thanks to that, Tsutomu spent his idle time curled up like a larvae in a small crevice inside the old castle in a situation where if he didn't do anything, he wouldn't be targeted. In the meantime, Daryl and Amira died, and the blazing old dragon regenerated into its full form. The more time passed, the more the inevitable reality presses down on me, and my heart was already broken.


(.........I need to go to the bathroom.)


　But four hours later, Tsutomu had begun to urinate. The fear that had been incessantly assaulting him began to fade, and he was able to regain his composure enough to think about other things.

　I was able to distract myself from my fears by thinking about many things, and then I quietly observed the outside of the house to make sure that I wasn't still being targeted before I went about my business. From then on, he took his time, moving occasionally to avoid making any noise.


(I mean, whoever adjusted the blazing old dragon is really pissed off. If he's the same guy who brought me into this world, I can't forgive him. It's so much worse than a modification. (The management was still better at adjusting it than me.)


　And by the time more than half a day had passed since he had retreated to the old castle, he had become accustomed to the fear of death and Tsutomu had begun to return to normal driving. On the contrary, the intense feelings of fear that he had felt up until now had been transformed into hatred for the one who had created the blazing old dragon, and now he could only feel strong resentment towards the divine dungeon.

　Humans are creatures that get used to situations for better or worse, and Tsutomu was no exception. In the beginning, it was only when he forgot to sleep and eat that he played "Live Dungeon! But as the days go by, you can't maintain that level of enthusiasm. The rate at which you get used to things varies from one thing to the next, but even if it's a fear that makes you hyperventilate, it won't last that long.


(Even if you say you're going to die, you'll eventually come back to life. Well, I don't want it to hurt.)


　Besides, Tsutomu had died once before, so death was not unknown to him. If he had never really died, he might still be trembling with fear of the unknown, but the answer to being able to come back to life has already been given.

　For a searcher, death in a divine dungeon was no different than an injury. Having the mental strength to stand up even after being injured to the point of death, and being able to get up and try again is the only quality needed for a God's Dungeon seeker.


(But they probably know I've abandoned my PT members, and it's going to be a lot of bad luck if I don't bring back some kind of achievement. For now, let's try exploring the old castle...)


　However, even if you can tolerate the fear of death, it doesn't mean that you have the courage to take a step forward from there. If he was prepared to die, he knew in his head that the best strategy he could take now was to die right here and challenge the hundredth level again, but he didn't have the courage to choose that method on his own. Therefore, he didn't jump in front of the blazing old dragon, but instead began to explore the inside of the ancient castle to escape reality.


(Well, there's nothing there. I've had Corina and the others check it out beforehand.)


　To begin with, "Live Dungeon! The old castle in the first two paragraphs of this article is designed with only background graphics and you can't go into it, and since Korina and her friends were investigating it before me, there is no particular gimmick in it. I thought there might be a treasure chest of equipment I died with, but I couldn't find it.


(It hurts to not know the time, but I'm pretty sure there should be signs of black falling in twenty-three hours after I dove into the dungeon. But I don't think I'm going to be able to sleep now. (It's been a long time since I've been up all night.)


　Normally, I would be able to tell by the sense of time that I subconsciously grasp, but once I panicked, I no longer know how many hours have passed since I dove into the dungeon now. Therefore, I'll have to use the black signs that signal the end of the dungeon to figure out the time, and I won't be able to afford to get any sleep.

　The divine dungeon could not be dived for more than twenty-four hours once they entered, and if they stayed, they would be crushed to death by the blackness that came from the sky. Even if you dug into the ground and caged in or dove under the sea to escape, after twenty-four hours, you would be crushed to death with no questions asked. It is like an exit device that absolutely kills the searcher and turns the divine stand, and has no effect on monsters.

　He had heard that information from other searchers, and in fact, Tsutomu had seen it in Melcho's divine table where he had challenged the eighty levels. Therefore, he knows that there will be black snowfall in twenty-three hours that will signal the sign, so if he doesn't sleep soundly from now on, he can avoid being crushed to death before he knows it.

　While thinking about this, Tsutomu takes out a pair of binoculars from his magic bag in a familiar tone and peers out from inside the old castle.


For some reason, Garum and Amy are also friendly with each other, and the blazing old dragon is already in perfect condition. Moreover, they're equipped with blood weapons and even float around the perimeter, making them look like a disaster, that's a 'live dungeon! It would be a bad idea to be aware of this with Ah, but Daryl and Amira aren't undead? That's helpful.......though I can't see a future where we can win no matter what we do from here. Probably from the situation at the time, if they get killed by a blood-based attack, they'll become undead. (And Daryl and Amira seem to have been killed by the time they got to that perfect body.


　Garum and Amy are engaged in a lukewarm mock battle that could be onomatopoeias of "cackle-woof", so I hope the two of them can learn from each other before their deaths. And the blazing old dragon standing behind it is no longer the one that Tsutomu knows. The raid bosses in the back dungeons that the management has gone to great lengths to remake are also surprisingly gorgeous, and look like the final bosses of any modern smartphone game.

　In addition to being targeted by an undead Amy, she wouldn't last more than a minute, and she couldn't even imagine a future where she could win by herself against such a blazing old dragon with all the toppings and stripes. Even if it was an explorer's dream PT with a bunch of unique skills, he was confident that he couldn't capture it.

　It's exactly the kind of situation where it wouldn't be surprising if your heart broke when you were confronted with this reality again. However, Tsutomu doesn't show any signs of depression even though he sees this reality, he puts away his binoculars and starts walking with his hand on his chin, thinking.


(It's a poor adjustment, you idiot. If this is a hundred levels, then how much does the hierarchical lord of the back dungeon have to strengthen it? Even if they add equipment, it's going to result in more and more power inflation and push beginners away. You don't have to pay for it, so think about balance, balance. And even if the game ends after 100 levels, this specification is unbelievable. What is this shitty hierarchical master? This is the last tier master?　You can't raise, your allies are undead, and organs are suddenly resurrected. What's a monster going to do when a monster uses the resurrection that was secured to the explorer? Do you know how the player feels about having everything they've been doing overturned?　After changing camps, "Live Dungeon! This is worse than the shitty management that only saw the There's no way they would allow this kind of kid-conceived adjustment. (If I had a friend, I'd definitely be rioting.


　The reason why Tsutomu doesn't run away despite the desperate situation is because of the negligent management rather than the gods who may have modified the burning old dragon. As if to return the murderous intent to kill himself that was seen through the burning old dragon, Tsutomu is now in the "Live Dungeon! stares at the ceiling with the hateful face he had directed towards the management as the


(Don't think it's going to end like this. f*ck management.)


　The "Live Dungeon!" to which I have devoted so much time. Tsutomu's hatred for the alteration of the "I" was fed by his hatred for the alteration of the "I" and the "I" and the "I", Tsutomu thought about it as he stepped forward to give the management something to do with his backward thinking.


　oooh.


　Twenty-three hours had passed since Tsutomu entered the hundredth level, and more than fifty-six minutes had passed since the black snow began to fall on the ancient castle of oblivion, signaling the end of the dungeon. And while the time limit was ticking away for the black to fall, which could not be escaped no matter how one scrambled, the first thing that moved was God's eyes.


''........?''


　As the divine eye begins to drift fluffily in front of the undead Amy, she tilts her head adorably to touch it, just as she did before she was born. However, as if it sensed this, God's eyes avoided her hand and provoked her with a movement as if she were repeatedly jumping sideways on the spot before stepping back.


''........!


　Seeing that movement, Amy's fighting instincts were ignited, and she began to follow the eye of the god. At the same time, Tsutomu quietly emerged from the old castle and cautiously approached the blazing old dragon without being noticed.

　If he were to get into a battle with Amy, who has a huge difference in physical ability, Tsutomu would be unable to keep up with her speed and would be jammed in about three moves. Although he could fight to some extent if he used his skills, he couldn't do that either, as the hate from his skills would cause Garum and the Blazing Old Dragon to notice him.

　That's why Tsutomu used God's Eye like catnip and drove Amy away first. But that might only be a margin of error, because if Tsutomu used his skills, she would soon come after him as well.

　Still, he would use whatever moves he could use. That there was already no way to retreat was evident by looking at the blackness looming from the sky. If you've come this far, the rest is what you've built up in this world and 'Live Dungeon! There is no way out but to gamble on the small chance of taking a shot at the foolish management of the game, along with the wisdom you've built up with your friends at


That's a scary thing, isn't it?


　There is no magic bag on Tsutomu's back, who is muttering such impressions with a trembling voice against the black that will crush him to death in another minute and twenty seconds. The magic bag that left valuable potions and equipment has already been placed in the old castle, so he has already done the end of life. But unlike earlier, he was wearing a monotone-like equipment that divided half of his body into black and white.


''Raise.''


　He thought that maybe the raise could be used and released it just in case, but it was unsuccessful as there was no target to revive. After rejecting the idea of using a dango raise, Tsutomu took one deep breath and held his staff in front of him.


'Overheels. Barrier. Over heel. Barrier.


　He keeps an over-heal that can fully heal any one person, wrapped in a barrier, and immediately after that action, all the monsters check the hate caused by the skill action and notice Tsutomu's presence.


''........Shield Throw''


　At that moment, Garum's long-range skill, Shield Throw, and the blazing old dragon, which has blood weapons drifting around its body, howled once. At the same time, the blood weapons are shot out all at once, closing in on Tsutomu to shoot him.


''Holy.''


　Tsutomu, who covered the left half of his body with a holie while holding a bun over heel under his arm, was inundated with flying blood weapons. Although he managed to float on his fly and avoid his head, which was a vital point, the blood weapons that resembled spears pierced his thighs and torso one after another. The impact of the fatal wounds blows Tsutomu off in the air, and his right leg is shredded into a piece of meat.


''....Ho.......Lee.


　By the time he fell to the ground, Tsutomu's body was full of holes, and the light of the death verdict had begun to float. But at the same time, due to the cracked dango overheels, his recovery progressed at the same time, so he didn't die, and his body didn't disappear, but remained intact.

　Normally, the overheels were rarely used because of the hate, but their power to fully recover one person was immense. Tsutomu's body, which had been on the verge of death to the point of being judged dead, came back to life as a whole.

　However, even so, Tsutomu's right leg, which had been regenerated, had already been unable to free itself. Looking at his right leg, Tsutomu's healthy blood color was already gone, and it had turned gray. Although it was a misjudgment, the light of the death verdict had come out, which meant that the undeadness was in progress. The part of the body that was regenerated by the overheal has already become undead.

　The reason why only the left half of his body is safe among them is because of the holy attribute equipment he wore in advance and the holy holy that he had put on beforehand. As soon as he recognized it, he avoided the large shield that flew at him with an awkward one-legged leap, but he was pursued by Garum with eyes full of killing intent and Amy, who quickly returned with the eye of a god from beyond.


'Barrier.'


　Before Amy can raise her twin swords, she uses a great deal of mental power to place a barrier in the direction she's going. Then she goes bang!　And he was stopped on the spot as he hit his face on the glass. Seeing such a figure of Amy, who was ahead of him, Garm held the great shield in front of him as he returned and rushed straight through the barrier.


''Airblaze!''


　Even though Tsutomu has refused to use his skills with all his might against people for some reason, he has no problem if he is dealing with monsters. He used all of his mental power against the Garum to unleash a giant blade of wind, and Tsutomu used the recoil to retreat backwards.

　But even Amy, who had staggered at first when she hit her head on the barrier, cut it off like paper and threw one of her twin swords at him. It roared like an arrow on a string and pierced Tsutomu's torso. Then Amy approached vigorously for further pursuit, and Garum was in front of Tsutomu in the meantime.

　However, what loomed ahead of that was the black falling from the sky.

　Tsutomu, who had already lost almost all of his thinking ability due to the undeadification to his right brain, still stretched out his left hand to the sky with an uncommonly vindictive thought. However, at the same time as Black mercilessly swallows that hand, he applies pressure from his fingertips as if he were crushing it with a roller.


(Go over!　(Over!)


　But Tsutomu's vision, which had been burning inside his heart without regard to the tips of his hands that were in intense pain, turned black and became completely black.