Stop! Who are you?

　As I approached the royal capital, I heard a familiar, dignified female voice.

　As I recall, it's a beautiful, weak-necked female knight named Sylvia.

Ah ...... thank you for yesterday.

　I get off my horse and say hello. It's kind of embarrassing.

'Mmm, you're the second guy from yesterday or something. What are you doing here this late?

　Sylvia seemed to remember that. And I think her response has softened just a little bit, just a little bit. Maybe she was stiffly pissed at that boss.

"I have to go to the mine.

Mine?　You?　What the hell are you doing here?

　Quizzical eyes. I see, this is the kind of questioning that goes on in the line of duty. It's hard work for the police in King's Landing.

It's just a way to gain experience. It's a big cave behind the mine.

...... You have to stop lying to me. You went to such a dangerous place to slay a demon?　It doesn't make sense.

Hmm. ......?

　I'm not sure.

What do you mean?　I think the viper zombies there are pretty good.

Hmm. Well, I get it. You don't have any common sense, do you? Or maybe you're just a nutter.

　A look of disappointment. I want to punch this guy: .......



　.............

　...... No, wait.

　Did this guy just say "dangerous"?

　I have a sneaking hunch. Maybe ......

Hey, let me ask you a question, okay?

"...... is fine.

　Silvia nodded with a feeling of extreme reluctance, and then asked a question to confirm it.

'There are 21 dungeons, right?'

　There are 21 dungeons in total, the best part of Mevion. The players all tried to attack them and shared information to find an easy way to get around each of them. ......

'What are you talking about?　There are currently 19 dungeons found.

　I knew it. So that means...

How many of those have been captured?

Thirteen, of course.

　Ugh, wow. ...... You're lying. ......

'Okay, thanks. Can I go now?

Hmm, get the f*ck out of here.

　With Sylvia's "You're a weird one" kind of stare at my back, I ride my horse to the inn.



　...... I see. I get it.

　In this world, "death = death".

　What's the norm ...... and five minutes ago I would have laughed at that.

　No, it's not a laughing matter.

　In other words - there are few people who become strong enough to risk death on purpose. Because when you die, it's the end.

　And - "I know information that can only be obtained by risking death thousands of times, tens of thousands of times".

　That means.


"Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!

　I can't stop laughing.

　World number one.

　Maybe we'll get there sooner than we thought.