D Genesis, 3 Years after Dungeon Appeared

It was just after the closure of the TSE on the ninth day after the stop height of Goten Tsusho.

On the day when stop-distributions were made for small quantities, large quantities of sales were made on each broker's PTS (Proprietary Trading System), leaving only a small amount of purchase.

And on that day, 52 million Goten Tsusho shares were promised in off-market transactions.

"I almost promised the 45 bucks I had. Please tell me what to do next."

The purchase was ordered backwards from the funds provided. But I didn't think there was a holder that could release that many in kind stocks at once in this situation. (* 1)

Bad timing to say that the budget is on schedule.

The man who asked for instructions hesitated, but he had already made a promise for 9500 yen. It was disastrous that the price range of the night PTS would be applied to the next day's transaction.

"The funds will be convenient, but for the time being, if it looks like it's going down a lot, handle it in a way that supports the purchase."

After all, D132 is an expensive part. It will be greater than the profit. It could ship hundreds of millions, and in some cases billions.

Despite the potential for huge profits, the stock price has gone up too much in the last ten days. It's about time I thought I'd get stuck.

I thought the seller would show up three times or at most five times, but... somehow, the stock didn't gather. As if someone had bought it in advance.

If the stock price goes down a lot here, shark feed in a few days.

I've already gone to a Japanese university and just got in touch. They should be releasing the device soon. Until then, as long as we can buy and support...

The man raised his phone ready.

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Explorers had a brief lunch on a bench near the event square in Yoyogi Park.

The youngest man shook Parks' flesh and said excitedly.

"Oh no, the Explorer Event incident was so cool!

"Oh, New York?

A man with an automatic gun broke into the event.

Calmly, it was obvious that it wasn't a cool level story, but it was treated like an event in fiction because there were no victims in particular and only Hit Girl's activities were closed up.

"That's right. It's called Nibble Chee, but we've leveled up in the dungeon and actually become heroes, right?

"In the US, it looks like there's a group of Seekers out there, like vigilantes, trying to get rid of bad guys."

"That's the city where Guardian Angels originated."

GA seems to be in Japan too.

"Oh, but have you ever seen that red beret near the station?

"Japanese railways are safe."

When the first man to speak swallowed the meat he was about to eat, he reversed the derailment.

"So nice. We can do that, right?

"Yeah? You're gonna punch Mr. Yar in the office?

"It's a crime to Futu. Besides, they're gonna kill me on the spot."

"No, you can do those girls around Shibuya, right?

"Shibuya? You used to know, but now you're just a color gang or a gag, right? It's just Saitama."

Well...

It's been twenty years since Shibuya had such an atmosphere. Things don't happen so often around Maruyama Town and Dogenzaka now.

After all, downtown is full of surveillance cameras. You can't easily commit a crime.

"Even Shinjuku and Ikebukuro, bad catches lurked in the shadows...."

This way, Tokyo is peaceful.

A familiar pigeon jumped a little closer to them and gave me something.

"It's definitely peaceful."

As the man murmured, he shredded the cookie part of the melon bread he was about to eat and sprinkled it towards the pigeon.

Compared to New York, Tokyo was much more peaceful, and there could not have been so many places for heroes to play.

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"These are the targets."

A man with light brown hair and eyes wearing a suit that fits his slender body in a window seat at a YD café showed a beautiful woman with red hair and black eyes the photo displayed on her smartphone.

The man's name is David Jean-Pierre Le Garcia. Originally a cheap con artist, the notification to Conceil Deta is now the perfect representative of the religious community.

When the woman glanced at it, she heard her manly flashy body twisting at an exquisite angle and restructuring her feet.

"David, what am I supposed to do?

A fleshy woman with red hair and black eyes is Sara-Isabella-Magdalena.

She was a woman who took a man by the hand with an inflammatory beauty, but wearing a special ability that was pushed by a man who happened to be dating made her feel Neurose, and the temporary psychiatrist dumped her on the Virgin of David's organization, which was why she leaked her story to David.

David, who was twice as nosy as a man to be a money man, then fished her.

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In general, the little known Artum Forum Sacri Esse (Deep Hole Church) was recognized by those who knew it as a Christian cult practising dungeons at the bottom of the earth - neither Volago, nor Hades, nor Abyss, nor Tartarus.

The origin of the name was said to be based on the congregation's Virgin Mary Marianne-Terraise-Martin gaining healing power in the dungeon, but it distinguished itself from many other cults in one way or another.

I mean, Marianne was real.

David met her two years ago in Encamp, Principality of Andorra.

She was dressed in disgraceful clothes and surrounded by local elders on her knees on a small bench at the Church of Saint-Marc & Santa Maria, a communal cemetery in the city of Encamp.

"Is that some sort of rally?

Deeply surprised at the strange group, David asked a man like an employee.

The man glanced at you and replied in a small voice, "Those are the people who want Ma Santa."

"Ma Santa?

The small, shaken man turned his back on David and left him to escape from what should not be touched.

Inspired by curiosity, David sat on another bench and watched the group in the distance.

After a while, there was a tremendous movement towards the gate, and the old woman, who was tight, ran to the side of the bench, whether she was her husband or a cowardly man.

When cooking, did she accidentally wear oil? Her face was red and swollen, causing her to feel badly burned on her upper body.

If we don't get him to the hospital soon, he'll be in danger. David was angry with the obscure old people about why they brought him here, but in the next moment, all the feelings, except surprise, were vanished from him.

The girl sitting on the bench was just pointing her hand at the woman's face with a quiet smile as if it were some kind of curse. Yes, just that, the sore face of the woman who was dying now changed to a normal state, as if she were watching a video that was being played backwards.

The man who brought the woman lowered his head to kiss the back of her foot.

Unexpectedly, David floated his hips and stuck with his chin open enough to come off, but after a while, as if time had come back, his body relaxed and fell back to the bench.

I am now at an extremely important crossroads in my life. He felt so strongly.

Yes, he is now inspired by heaven.

The miracle of healing itself is possible with Dungeon Potions. There was no reason for her to go out of her way to spend expensive potions for free, and I didn't think she was actually doing that.

Regardless, it didn't matter to David whether it was a real miracle or a magic trick. The important thing is that it seemed real, and that was one of them.

God is one of the best goods that man has ever produced. After all, God's love is free. In other words, the purchase is always free. Everyone competes to buy products with a cost ratio of 0%. There is no fixed price, but it is the same.

The religion that was created as a system for selling it is also wonderful. Doctrine and etiquette are performances to sell it, and facilities and organizations are, to put it mildly, like dedicated stores.

In this way, believers buy large pieces of things that have no benefit, such as peace of mind.

If you want something like that, I'd like to tell you to sleep in the chest of a woman you like, but both are the same in that it costs money. However, the latter comes with the added bonus of physical satisfaction, which should be even more economical, but be careful because sometimes it comes with a nasty luggage called a modern fence.

On that day, David followed Marianne to find out her home and opened a deal with her father. Her father, who was a scum, to put it mildly, sold his daughter happily to fraudsters for a fraction of the money.

The daughter who embodied the miracle was as perfect as she could hear.

Marianne of Prenon (* 1) is an anthropomorphic image of the French Republic, besides her Duziem Prenon was a terrace, her last name was Martin. Although it is the most common surname in France, it is reminiscent of the terrace of Liju, France's second patron saint. Moreover, she is a patron saint of the sick and the weak. It is no longer better than a full score, and it is as if it was created from the beginning.

Thus, he founded the Order and skillfully embraced politicians and wealthy men with her miracles.

What operates a state or a large corporation tends to be much more mystical and occult than people think. History, including Rasputin and Freemason, proved it. That is why he believed that he would be given the opportunity to take ripe fruit from himself.

The daughter, who embodies a small miracle, was transformed into a great Virgin by using potions and other means, and by his performance, which exaggerates it. It was thus of great use to the wealthy in the world.

Along with her beauty.

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The look of David and Isabella at the YD Café, which looked over the large glass, was like a European movie scene, with people passing by looking back from time to time.

If they had heard the voice, they would have circled it with the French they speak.

I just want you to ask me as usual...

David gracefully lifted the espresso cup and put his mouth on the café, frowning.

I didn't know if it was because the cafe didn't agree with me, because The Phantom suffered, or because it was both.

"The Phantom, the joking Explorer."

They entrusted the investigation professionals, explored the DA, and eventually used the financial world to work with the militia, but Phantom's whereabouts were unknown.

It was as if it did not exist in this world, but even if the information leaked from England was aggregated, it was bound to be in the generations.

The likely clue was a party with a ridiculous name like D Powers, and because it was unclear, David brought the Virgin to Japan under the pretext of preaching to Japan.

This girl, Azsa?

That's right. Perhaps the woman is more serious... "

You don't know how "appraisal" affects you, do you?

David answered shrugging his shoulders.

"What a mess."

If humans could be appraised and seen through their skills, it would be dangerous just to get close to her.

You're afraid of the appraisal because you're doing all the wrong things.

I wonder if you told me.

David, who knows Isabella's past quite well, truncated it.

Oh, that's terrible.

The gesture of a woman making a natural family with her eyebrows frowned was more or less stimulating for a man.

But sleeping with this woman is like having an order moftelle (scorpion) (* 3) in your bed. The men who perished, all he knew, were in the fingers of both hands.

This woman is not just a Hanitra factor. ”Nightmare” Isabella. The two names were not Date.

Besides, the trigger is the trigger, so it's better for men.

You can do both, right?

She laughed with a cool voice to David's humorous question.

The man seems to appear frequently in generational trees. If I see you... I'll leave the rest to you. "

Why am I sticking around? At the entrance to the dungeon, babysitter?

David laid his cell phone in front of her, plainly displeased with her face as she stepped out onto the table.

When he shows up in Yoyogi, the phone rings. Then head towards the entrance of the dungeon. "

Isabella said with a contradiction that she had no choice.

I'm not sure I can tell the faces of the Orientals, but I'll do something about it.

Nice to meet you. So, that's fine - you're not going into the dungeon dressed like that?

An off-shoulder inner top that fits the body and integrates with a collared outerwear like an empty tall collar, and a long skirt with large slits all the way to the ankle attracted attention from time to time.

"Because I told you not to come in a very flashy outfit, I tried to make it as less exposed as possible. This is Chanel, isn't it strange?

I told you not to come in flashy costumes, which means not to stand out.

In the first place, the one who comes to the dungeon in that costume is somehow strange, and if you enter the dungeon in that costume, you'll have no choice but to stand out.

Maybe the dungeon and resort are the same for him....

"No, it suits you very well, but to get into the dungeon... you know?

Oh, that's what I mean. Of course I'm not going in like this. "

She nosed, just to say she knew that much.

Aioi

David was relieved to hear it and wondered if he had common sense, but he dropped his shoulders eagerly to hear the line that followed.

Lubutane is to be changed to lucock (* 4), right?

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On that day, I came to Yoyogi in search of a "hangar" at the dawn of cool time. I went down to the first floor and met a woman who was too out of place.

When I saw the woman, I came down the stairs to the pool of the San Domenico Palace Hotel, and I felt like the sea of Taormina was spreading in front of me, and I accidentally saw it twice.

I saw it twice, and she walked towards me in the opposite direction to the flow of people.

Within the dungeon, I felt like I was going to have a party with a dress code, and I thought about how everything would look, and I put my old self on the shelf.

I finally felt like I could understand the feeling that Explorers were watching me in my usual clothes.

"Comment allez-vous?"

Ugh, French. And it's formal.

Let me show you the power of a third language... I can't do it. It was ten years ago. You don't speak English? The French are tough.

"Ah, Pamar Merciev? (So-so. What about you?)"

If an unknown Japanese approached, why would they deal with a foreigner in order to properly dress and escape? I thought this might be the gene of hospitality, but I answered unexpectedly.

The woman just smiled and approached us silently.

"Woo... Kesk-the-boo? (Um... can I help you?

The woman rushed into my personal space and touched my shoulders at a time when the martial arts master knew she was coming but couldn't prevent it.

I couldn't react to the gentle sweet scent rising from my feet, as if my brain had been babbled, slowly approaching her face.

I had no idea at the time that the scent meant "Temple of Love" in Sanskrit.

Then, the moment something soft touched my lips, I returned to me as if the curse had been lifted, and I accidentally stepped back.

"Eh, ah...."

For a moment, I didn't know what had been done, but the cursed gaze of the Explorers who had just gone down the stairs, "Rear Charge Death," made me understand what had just happened.

(You're kidding...)

Although the status remained the usual number, it should be close to the top handful of humans because it is a one-tier expedition.

Thanks to this, I realized that status may not be helpful if I get caught up. Maybe it's because of the LUC100.

Durtwin, who was supposed to be in my shadow, did nothing, probably because she had no intention of hurting me. It's not easy to fight back just because people get closer.

She said something then.

"Retrouvon-nous-"

"Fuck?"

When I returned to me, I asked the last part I missed, but she left the dungeon early just with a glorious smile.

Toubonne, Dawnzan... what? Love?

Damn it, French-speaking Rieson and Anchenuman still don't know. Besides, I would like to tell you not to play Rieson.

Because it's like pronouncing a sentence as a word. It's worse than the German Combined Nomenclature!

You think carefully about the meaning of the half-width space between a word and a word, and you resent the French textbook, and your memories of dropping a third foreign language have come back vividly.

Fortunately, there was no listening on the exam, so I was able to pick up "OK" as soon as I could.

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What, that boy, he's a mess.

While climbing the Yoyogi stairs, Isabella looked back at the man in front of her and thought it was stupid to be vigilant.

For Isabella, everyone who is older than herself, who is not accustomed to women and does not hate them, is a boy.

Beginner rounded outfits, full of gaps. I didn't mean to surprise a woman, I didn't mean to hold her waist, I just wanted to say to the boy that I would accept it with a stick.

I wonder if you really know the news about Phantom...

Well, when the light came off, David was just in trouble, and she had nothing wrong.

With everyone's admirable gaze and free money, the world is happy and shining.

At best, let the boy dance for that.

As she climbed the stairs and left the dim dungeon, she walked into the light of the outside world.

The blinking light was shining as if it affirmed all of her life.