"You've got to be kidding me!　This is invalid.　Give me my money back!
'That one's not alive anymore!　That's a ridiculous survival decision!　You've never been a case of that before!
Why?　You said you were going to win this thing!　You've already bought it!
Shut up!　Stop your squealing!　I don't even know what that means!　This is the most unusual thing I've ever seen!　If you don't give me my money back, I'll be d*mned!


　While Tsutomu is being transported to the Clan House after he loses consciousness in the guild, the Shentai Market is in an unprecedented state of disarray. The reason for this is due to a bet on Tsutomu's life and death.

　In a tiered main battle where you can only leave the dungeon by living or dying, the searcher's life and death is the most common betting target. It's a good thing that Tsutomu is the best target because no one has seen him die yet, and this time, the betting rate is very high due to his extraordinary performance at the 90th level.

　The only problem is that the burning old dragon and the PT members are undead. After Tsutomu's escape, the betting was as good as done, and the bettors who had been betting on Tsutomu's death were beaming with joy as they went to the first table the next day to confirm his death and get their bets.

　The death of Tsutomu will be confirmed 24 hours later when he is black, no matter how much he hides, so that's where the bets will be placed. Therefore, the organizers of the betting were preparing to distribute the large amount of coins that had been displayed as a staging device for the betting, and the person who was betting on the death of Tsutomu had already made a large purchase yesterday to make sure he would win.

　But as it turned out, Tsutomu had crossed the black after twenty-four hours and was even waving his hand at Kamidae, showing that he was in good spirits. After the consultation, the betting was judged to be alive, and the few people who came to confirm the survival without much expectation hid their bets so that the people around them wouldn't find out, and left.

　The emotions of those who had bet on Tsutomu's death were immeasurable. They were sure that they would win the game, but then they turned around and lost. In addition to that, many of them spent their money yesterday in anticipation of the next day's bets coming in. That's why the public, feeling unable to back down, began to riot, taking a bite out of the betting organizations.


Don't move!　If you get any more violent, I'll use my skills!
'Excellent.　Double-attack--gasp!
Paralyze!　Each of you is authorized to use your skills!　Get to work on calming the mutineers!
"You've got to be kidding me!　Fireball, fireball, fireball, fireball!　Die!　It's over!
"Don't condescend to be a seeker, you idiot!　I'm going to kill you!


　The explorers with great power among them began to emotionally use even the attack skills that were banned in the city, and the Shentai Market took a turn for the worse and turned into a battlefield. As soon as that happened, screams leaked out one after another from the general crowd and waves of people moved in large numbers, and many people had already been injured by the stray bullets from the attack skills.


''Poor people........''


　However, since the ability of the searchers who come to check their bets is very limited, they were quickly neutralized and restrained by the security forces who have experienced a lot of interpersonal combat. Bruno, who is carrying eight stunned rioters on his body, muttered to himself and pitied the explorers who were surrounded by several people, isolated and detained one by one.


'Help!　My boy's blood!
Seriously injured patients come first. The kid is fine with the first aura heel they put on him.


　The voice of a mother holding her child bleeding from her arm. However, if there is even a temporary delay in treating those who have been burned all over by the fireball that the black mage randomly released, or those who are severely injured whose torso was cut deeply by the great swordsman's single sword wave and their internal organs are leaking out, they will die.

　While the white mages who specialize in treating such severely injured people are prioritized and treated intensively, several people are split up and use the Aura Heal to provide shallow and wide treatment as they envelop the divine table market. Thanks to those two treatments, those who had been fatally wounded survived, and those with minor injuries were able to reduce their pain.

　Then the rioters were imprisoned in a barrier-magic cage created by the head of House Babenberg after their captivity, and the criminalized people and explorers were carried away. And the Shentai Market, which had been ravaged by the rioters, was gradually repaired with the introduction of monsters such as the Shell Club, which the Babenberg family had also recently begun to control, and other monsters.


''But, why didn't that black stuff work on Tutum?''
Well...?　Even the labyrinth maniacs don't seem to get it, and there's no way we'd understand.


　After the commotion in the Shentai Market had died down, the rough atmosphere caused by the riot subsided for a while, and the crowd began to talk about the first platform mentioned earlier. However, the general public had no idea why this happened, and the same was true for labyrinth maniacs.

　Tsutomu had told the story of how he crossed the black in the guild, but the meaning of the words he was speaking so quickly was 'live dungeon! Only those who had played the game would have understood the whole thing. Eunice's cries were not only emotional, but also contained facts, and now we have a situation where individuals who don't understand the story are spreading information without understanding the reason.

　Besides, the labyrinth maniacs don't understand that not only Tsutomu, but also Stephanie and the others who were challenging the hundredth level in the second level were forcibly ejected from the divine dungeon. In the first place, the majority of the people in the labyrinth city think that since the people of the God's Dungeon are capturing the God's Dungeon as its name suggests, there is no way that people and others can understand God.

　The only people who consider the specifications of God's dungeon to be a system are the famous Tsutomu, or Polk of Aldoret Crow, who used his skills to help with his art. There may be a few others among the populace, but none of them say it outwardly.

　It's hard to understand how to cross the black unless you have a meta-thinking about God's dungeons. People don't question what happens in God's dungeon in the first place, and the idea of turning it around won't even occur to them.


''How foolish ... exactly the kind of vile behavior that can be determined as treacherous.


　Although Tsutomu had already been treated as a heretic by a religious group that held the belief that he shouldn't be hiding in God's dungeon, this case had raised that treatment to something more severe. However, those from the royal capital who have already been victimized by religious groups close to it in the labyrinth city have also begun to infiltrate the city, so it is unlikely that they will have enough influence to stand out in the open and gather followers for a while.


　o.


...Good morning.
'Oh!　Mr. Tsutomu!　Good morning!
'I don't think it's time for that greeting, but good morning. Are you feeling better?
When I think of all the trouble I'll have to go through tomorrow and adjust my body clock, I don't think I'll ever feel tired.


　Tsutomu said that with a dull look on his face when he saw the setting sun shining through the window of the clan house, and then he sat down on the living room couch, ignoring Leleia's motherly quibbles as he brushed his hand away from Daryl, who was wagging his tail vigorously like a big dog he hadn't seen in a long time back at his parents' house. Then he grabbed a newspaper from the placement desk and read it.


(No definitive pictures were taken. ........I can see the malicious illustrations, but this is a category that can be excused. (It's a lot of embellishment from this circumstantial evidence.


　The Solit newspaper wrote the facts from a third party perspective with photos, but other companies maliciously portrayed me as a sore and fearful old dragon. Only Tsutomu knows that this is still portrayed much better, since he had to cover it up so that the PT members and the gods wouldn't find out even if they saw him, and in the end, he ran back to the old castle covered in sweat, tears, and snot all over his face and shut himself away in his own juices.

　However, as far as I can see from the photo of Sollitte's company, there is no conclusive evidence of this, so it must be completely speculative. It was originally one of the newspapers that Tsutomu nurtured with his own funds and the influence of PT members in order to break the oligopoly of Sollitte, but it seems that once he has the power, he is willing to return the favor.


'How are Garum and Amy doing?'
'It looks like Amira and the guild are having a fierce mock battle. And Hannah has joined in, and Corina seems to have gone along for the recovery. Zeno seems to be supervising Pico's article after hearing Tsutomu's story. The others, as you can see, are waiting in the Clan House.
'I see. ...So what's that thing doing here?
'You have a lady here to visit you, so why not be more honest and happy?


　For some reason, Alma was seated at the table behind Leleia, which was always used for eating, behind Leleia's mouth as she spoke so. Diniel, who was unusually letting his hair down next to him, was eating a cookie made by an apprentice with a handful of milk, and it seemed that Alma was joining him.


'You look fine. Well, I had some idea from watching the first one.
What do you want?
I was going to lend you my black cane to cheer you up if you're feeling down about your unfamiliar death, but I guess that won't be necessary.


　With that, Alma drank her tea and then stood up from her seat, giving the apprentice a light bow before putting on her black hat.


'But isn't there a problem with solving everything too much on your own?　Poor PT members of Tsutomu's group, they're a bit sad. You have no flaws. Isn't it your job as a clan leader to dare to expose your weaknesses?
..........
''It might be none of my business, though. But I just wanted to say something in case the infinite circle might end up looking like the old Red Demons.


　It's a very good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It's a good idea to be able to have a good time with them.


''Garum and the others must be feeling unworthy after seeing a situation where Tsutomu seems to have conquered a hundred levels all by himself. In particular, Amira looked quite embarrassed to the extent that she was trying to beat your ass for dying unworthily and being depressed. That was intriguing, so for me, I'm grateful to Tsutomu for that.
...your appreciation is out of whack, dude.


　Even Amira at that time, Leleia has an ecstatic expression on her face as if she remembers it. The salamander with her shoulders in place is shaking his head as if to say, "Oh dear.


'Then that means Daryl didn't feel unworthy, though?
No, no!　I know my own immaturity!　........But it's also true that I didn't think it was as bad as Garum-san and the others. There was a part of me that thought in my heart that Tsutomu-san might be able to handle it.


　To Daryl, for whom Garum is like a teacher and elder brother, Tsutomu, whom he admires, is positioned as if he is the senior of his seniors. It is true that he wanted to catch up with Tsutomu, but he was still weak when compared to the feelings of Garum and others.


''Come to think of it, Diniel also had a proverbial elfish thing to say yesterday.
'I don't need to be told anything by someone who was gloating over the knowledge that Tsutomu was going to die.
''............................You're still the same guy. I'm surprised the spirits tolerate you too.
'Maybe the spirits prefer people with bad personalities.
Say it. Well, let's see what we can do about it.


　Tsutomu, who was probably the most compatible with the spirits at present, sighed and began to think about what to do after Garum and the others returned, using a barrier to prevent Diniel's attack, which had been sent flying with a rubber hook on his thumb.