Dungeon Reset

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“Kiss?”

He tilted his head, looking at the picture in front of him.

A squirrel that resembles him was painted on a white page.

Round body.

Tail wrestling.

A graffiti drawn by a straight down artist.

“Now, look at this. This is you."

With a sinister expression, you pass on the next chapter of the blank grimoire.

Palak-

“Tsk?”

He opened his eyes wide with his ears wide open.

In the next chapter is a picture of a squirrel.

It was just a slightly different posture, but it was a picture that looked the same.

He kept turning over the pages.

Falak, Falak, Falak.

The movement was metallurgical each time I moved to the next chapter.

This move twitches your hips and tilts your head, looking over and over.

“Boom? Boom? ”

Every time the page passed by, I tilted my head with a big kiss.

He also twitched his butt following the picture.

His smile became darker.

“Hiya.”

Parallak!

Suddenly, the page started to move fast.

“Tsk!? ”

He jumped backwards in horror.

Suddenly, the landsquirrel jumped up and started running!

Jump forward!

Jump to the side!

Then he fell and then he got up and jumped!

“ ……! ”

Kiss was completely immersed.

He clenches his ears and slaps the ground with his tail.

At the same time, the legs began to tremble in line with the edges of the painting.

[Puhhhee! He thinks he's running! Fool! Fool!]

The rabbit grabbed the boat and fell asleep.

I was just scribbling on a piece of paper, but it was so amazing that it was actually moving.

[Heehee. This is amazing. I think the painting came back to life! Magical!]

“Phew, what a fuss. ”

Unlike the horse, his mouth was flattered.

It was rewarding to scribble so hard.

In fact, there was a reason why he spent his time doodling and scurrying like a hundred people who couldn't do this.

Everyone was busy except for Jungle himself.

At Base Camp, participants were assembling 13 people in groups to complete their missions, as he instructed.

A trillion who go hunting outside the Wall and advance their skills.

Two trillions learn to slaughter hard in front of the bodies of the monsters that have been captured.

and three trillion fertilizers of bone powder and blood extracted from the soil, plowing and slaughtering fields, sweating to farm.

They learned some junk work from Jungdown, shifting their order at intervals of the day, and were sweating on Nogada instead of when.

But after a few days, I no longer had to go out on my own.

The exact demonstration was left to the Shadow Servants, and the exact manuscript was torn a page of an empty grimoire and handed over to each of the elders with instructions on how to farm.

Then all he had to do was roam around like a local man and yell at people.

Later on, even the rabbit did much better.

Wow, you guys really are poop hands.]

Twitch.

[No, I said slaughter. Why are you cutting? A serial brute force killer who can't replicate the same thing in a demonstration?]

“I'm sorry……. ”

[Watch the blood splatter. If the blood doesn't drain properly, it stings when you eat it. No, it's not. It's not worth the sacrifice.]

“Sorry……. ”

Why are you sorry to me? I'd rather apologize to these monsters who have been slaughtered. It's sad to be dead, but it's a disgrace.]

“I'm sorry…. ”

[If you're sorry, you're doing fine.]

“ ……. ”

Participants were increasingly intimidated by the pointing of the older rabbit.

There was no excuse.

If you don't slaughter properly, you'll run out of food no matter how much you hunt.

If I dismantled my intestines and burst my bile or poison, I couldn't see the taste and had to discard it all.

I'd rather tell you to fight monsters with your life, but to delicately dismantle it was a completely different realm of talent.

“Hnng. This is rarely possible.... I can't even demonstrate it properly. ”

“I see. I'd rather hunt for my life, but slaughtering is so hard..." ”

When they broke their mouths, the old rabbit resurfaced.

(* Sigh *) Don't be silly! No matter how hard it is, you have to live. Everyone teaches me to be good.]

Finally, the passerby slapped the back of the old rabbit.

Why are you hitting me?]

“Hey, why don't you say something nice? You can't do it yourself, and you're just saying it's pierced? ”

[You're not wrong. With all the production workers dead, these people will starve to death before the monsters kill them if they don't finish slaughtering and cooking themselves.]

I got used to their conversation.

Participants learned to slaughter harder as they felt more guilty.

‘Let's do well when we help...' ’

Though unintended, the rabbit's whip and the downright carrot are training them in harmony.

Then it became increasingly popular and unknown among them.

‘Thank you so much. ’

‘Yeah, who's gonna teach you how to do that last time? ’

‘But what is he doing...? ’

Jungdown simply introduced himself as a senior participant.

However, there were many parts that could not be explained by that alone.

But the dungeon novices, they don't really know anything yet, so they haven't been able to figure out how strange he is.

Just follow what the baby birds told us to do the first time they saw the mother bird.

But I was also afraid to approach him intimately.

It was due to the non-human beings following him.

Like a grumpy rabbit or a scary, occasional werewolf.

No, we don't have to talk about it all. Just cut it out. The golems were the scariest.

Mysterious giants wrapped around themselves in thick armor and holding a raging flame (hot stone) in their bodies.

The sweetness that was pouring them down seemed to see the dangerous Demon King making a good face only on the outside.

It was a bit unfair for the parties.

But it was then.

“Huh? Go, potatoes! Potatoes!”

I just heard good news from the farming team.

“Wow! It's true! I can't believe we got potatoes already! ”

“Food!”

A loud shout erupted from the farming teams that pierced the potato stem that was wrapped around the bridge and raised the first harvested thick egg potatoes.

The Alpha said with delight.

< It is a virtue to offer all the first crops as a memorial. >

“ ……? ”

< Fresh crops. >

“ ……. ”

It was the participants who became chaotic.

The Jundown connects the gate directly to the warp gate on the Temple altar.

And they threw the potatoes into the tribal gate.

Participants glanced at the disappearing potatoes as if they were lovers.

After that, Jungdown nods and opens his grimoire, which is useless to him, but he carefully organizes the big news for the participants.

“Hmph. That's twice the speed of unclean bone powder and monster blood. ”

The harvest of dungeon potatoes was originally about two weeks.

However, it vomited up salt that was shortened to almost a week.

It wasn't a precise calculation, but if you sprinkle monster blood, you can farm about 1.5 times faster, and if you sprinkle bone powder on it, it can be twice as fast.

Of course, if you sprinkle bone dust here, the rate and production will be more than twice the difference.

“It's this effective without purification skills. That's pretty decent. ”

[Yes, that would be very helpful for the general participants. Even though the dungeon potatoes tend to grow faster, they're not usually going to stay in one place and farm for two weeks.]

[That doesn't mean that it's very rare information.]

Rugal shows up next to you and says,

[Some of the production jobs will come to their senses eventually. But now that I've learned about this from Stage One, it's good for the long run.]

He folds his arms tightly down to the ground and looks at Rugal and asks frantically.

“Are you here again? ”

[Go home.]

“If you get fired, I won't know? ”

[That's funny. A faithful maid like me gets fired? The passing rabbit will laugh.]

[Huh. Not funny at all.]

Bunny sticky for no reason.

It was a real cut experience for rabbits.

Jungdown smiled, sacrificing all the first crops and approaching the fallen participants.

It was his turn to take the lead.

“Now that I've learned the proper way, let's start using the sidewalk. We have to start offering sacrifices. ”

“ ……? ”

“It's dangerous, so just watch from behind. ”

He approaches the potato field while biting people who are curious.

What he pulled out was rat fecal fertilizer.

Just double the bone powder.

Double the amount of bone powder you clean in there.

Rat fecal fertilizer was at least 30 times.

Of course, theoretically, the problem was just pepper farming, but I was a little nervous because I had never applied it to living dungeon potatoes.

A charm that starts to fertilize and carve the ground by itself.

At the same time, the seed potatoes were also skillful and skilled as if they were scattered.

Fabababad!

“Oh……. ”

“Fast!”

Out of people's mouths, I was amazed.

Though it may seem strange to a stranger, his movements were literally as fast as the speed of light, in view of the hard farming effort he had built himself.

“Phew, the end. ”

“…… Already!? ”

After a while, my hand was washed away and I shined from the back of the sweet potato field to the afterglow.

It was like a warrior of inversion, coming back victorious against the monsters as 100 to 1.

Then the real monsters started to rise behind him.

Twenty-two, Kuaak!

The dungeon potatoes have already sprouted and started twisting and twisting.

It's like playing the pollen 10 times faster, or 30 times faster!

And he reaches for the tentacle of danger right in front of him, straight down!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

People scream.

“Hey, it's dangerous! ”