Mob, if I were a high school student, could I be an adventurer, too, Leah?

Operation day, same day. in the lowest safety zone.

We went into the labyrinth at dawn under the guise of a dungeon mart loader, waiting.

"Senior, what are you reading S?

"Hmm? Yeah, a little weekly magazine."

Anna called out as she read the magazine she had bought at the convenience store to hang out in her spare time until the start of the operation. Behind that diagonal, the weave sits quietly.

"... chasing intralabyrinth serial killings! A ritual offense by a cult religious group! Ssss."

Anna reads out the headlines on the pages I've been reading.

"In the end, you're on the news"

"Well, you mean government intelligence control isn't perfect either... there's been an internet lately, and once it leaks, it's not something we can stop."

In the last two weeks or so, things have changed a lot in the world.

News began to circulate about incidents previously probably under government control.

The trigger was a video posted online about two weeks ago by the victim's family.

- My son wasn't killed by a monster in the labyrinth, he was attacked by other adventurers.

Claiming so, they released notes and called for information on the number of one-star adventurers who had gone missing in the past year or so, as well as what could be termed a diving message left by their son.

The video was discussed in SNS and elsewhere, and the families, their friends and lovers, who lost my child as well, began to speak up one after the other.

A sleigh is built on an anonymous bulletin board or something, and the momentum accelerates even further when it comes to the festival.

You can no longer report in the media from around here, or you started reporting on the incident simultaneously in weekly magazines, TV, etc.

When it became apparent that many of the dining messages left by other victims and among the victims belonged to adventurer circles connected with the Star Mother's Society, they became treated in the public as if they were definitive in the crime of the Star Mother's Society.

Finally, the other day, representatives and executives of the Mother Stars Society received public voices and were to be interviewed by the police.

In other words, the hounding purpose of turning the public's suspicious eye to the Star Mother's Society has been accomplished.

This led to fears that the hound man who served his purpose would dive into the ground, but whether he was happy or unhappy, his crime continued.

One of the dungeon tubers aimed at the height of the video became someone who did not return while shooting the video.

With all this fuss, did you think there was no way the offense could continue, or did you brace the high that you were all right...

I don't know what he was thinking because the video he was shooting had been destroyed by Gremlin by way of example... but the problem is that one of the bottom dungeon tubers who wanted to do this dived into the labyrinth the same way and survived safely and posted that video, which caused it to buzz.

This causes the bottom dungeon tubers to start diving into the labyrinth one after the other in search of a topic.

Their momentum will not stop when several victims come out of those dungeon tubers.

As a result, this operation became an ironic situation that became completely unnatural.

... but by the way.

The name of the surviving family who posted the video calling for information, which triggered this noise, was called Lion Hall.

The name of the victim, who was talked to a brave high school student who was attacked by a murderer but left a dining message, was Lion Hall Gang.

As for Lion Hall's funeral, I was naturally invited to attend, but at that time your parents were thanked for not saying a single grudge, but rather "thank you for not skipping the danger and taking my son's search quest".

Lion Hall became an adventurer, despite my undoubted influence.

His funeral not only came from our school, but also from a lot of middle school and elementary school friends and out of school bad buddies, where I first found out that Lion Hall was admired by many.

At the time of the roasting incense, it was strangely impressive to see the intricate look of Ichiko's angry face as she missed him.

When I remember Lion Hall's funeral and I'm blurry...

"... Senior, do you think this operation will work?

That's what Anna's been asking me to whine about. From its face, I saw successes and failures, tensions and fears about both.

Of course I want the operation to succeed. We can't let any more vicious serial killers go wild.

But if a houndsman gets caught up in this one, he'll face a killer who killed more than a hundred people...

Such distress seemed clear from her expression.

No, if you look closely, that's not just Anna. The same was true of the weave standing behind her.

When he confirmed his intentions at the coffee shop, he didn't look afraid, but perhaps the confrontation was approaching the present and he was once again realizing the horrors of the enemy.

Come to think of it, they're freshman high school girls too...

I'm sure he's tougher than a normal girl, but that's not why all fear disappears.

I'm only relatively calm because I've had more experience screwing around the training ground than they have.

I've seen fear of death twice in a short span, such as the battle against Harmeln's whistleblowing man and the raid by the hounds, and ordinary adventurers don't look so dead if they take a good safety margin.

Or should I say that there is no second time because it often dies as it is in case of unforeseen circumstances?

Perhaps they've never had an experience where their career as adventurers was longer than mine, or where they were actually dying.

Anna is the presidential warrant lady, so the measures around her would have been just the same, and because the weave is smart, her crisis management skills are much higher than mine.

Or maybe this could be the first training ground for them.

... In case they die, only they get away with it. That's my role as a senior, as a man.

With that in mind, I smiled invincibly.

"What, are you freaking out? It's okay, don't worry... I have a professional master."

When I put my chest up and said that, they looked blatantly frightened.

"Huh? I'm on there! Like, even if I replace my life, I protect it! Isn't that what you're saying, sss?

"What are you talking about? Mob, you'd be more convincing to give me a good-looking name than me in the face, wouldn't you? And he's a pro."

Then Anna opened her eyes haha and looked at me as a giddy.

"... Indeed!

"Hey."

I said it myself, but don't just get upset when you're so convinced...

And when she glanced lightly, Anna grinned.

"No, because he's definitely a mob face."

"Gutsy... just because you look good to yourself. Ooh."

So the weave put his hand on my shoulder and said:

"You don't get depressed, seniors. Even the Mob face has a seniors selling psychic abilities."

No, even if they praised me there... and I laughed bitterly. Blah, blah, blah. It's not a very happy ability.

... but well, that's it. Looks like Anna and the others are relieved of the tension.

"But will the sister of the godless moonless seniors who play the role be okay?

"You'll be fine there. You're my master's sister, and whatever you say, you're a former self-defense officer."

Before the operation, I met Jing (Akira) as the master's sister, but she was a beauty who felt neutral in the opposite sense to her master.

Whereas the master is a neutral aesthetic with no masculine or feminine characteristics, his sister was trained like a female bodybuilder, both tall and physically, and he was then a person with a very large chest, buttocks, etc. and a feeling of being a man while having a feminine appeal.

"Sister would be fine."

So a master who was working away came into the conversation.

Work is the restraint of the Labyrinth Lord.

If you defeat the Labyrinth Lord, there will be a gate back home.

I apologize to the Labyrinth Lord's Hellhound because when that happens, new adventurers will no longer be able to come in until a new Labyrinth Lord occurs, but I have decided to have my hands and feet snapped and restrained.

"You're the one who won't die if you kill him, and as you know, you draw a line between militia and adventurers"

Master said.Link says it was originally spilled into the civilian population with militia technology.

Because of this, militias who are beaten to the point of using the link, and civilian adventurers to the point of scratching and picking the spilled technology, say that their skill... the type of moves is also out of step.

Naturally, the master seems to have learned the link from his sister Jing, but only the part of the technology that could have been learned has already spilled over into the private sector, and no further technology could be taught in a confidential manner.

This means that Jing can use more technology than that.

"But no matter how good you say you are at linking, isn't that a mess, depending on the performance of the card?

"It's okay about that, too. 'Cause they got a B-rank card instead of retirement."

In the militia, cards are said to be paid according to class and strength, but I hear that sometimes those cards are paid down on discharge.

A militia member who is a state official is fixed by law for that salary. That is no exception for crews operating within dangerous labyrinths. Sometimes you'll get some allowances, but adventurers are much more expensive in the sense of income.

They impose tough training, they tie themselves to various rules, and they are very much less well paid than adventurers around there, but they can't do it.

So the candy prepared by the state is the payment of cards on discharge according to length of service and merit.

In the militia, the cards paid for the assignment consist of at least C-rank cards, and depending on their strength, they are sometimes paid B-rank cards.

If it was about one C-rank card, it seems that just serving about three years would allow you to pay down, and working in the militia for about a few years was considered a faster way than working tips and saving if you were looking to be an adventurer.

Of course, there are more and more cards and ranks that can be paid off if you are active while you are enrolled.

Apparently some fierce people are allowed to pay off their B-rank cards in less than a decade, and it was a pretty fascinating story to get a B-rank card in about a decade.

Jing is obviously in his mid-twenties or so, so his youth meant that he was quite capable of being allowed to pay off his B-rank card.

"Well, if that's what you're saying, you're gonna be fine."

That's when Anna said it, Pirilli! and the sound of the alarm rang around.

"... it looks like the time has come to start the operation."

Master said.

The adventurers begin diving into the labyrinth as time shifts in turn from now on.

Time shifts because it's just too obvious to start diving at the same time.

Jing will start diving in about two hours from now, but it will be time to prepare for other houndsmen caught in the jaws as they could move into this labyrinth and flee.

That's what I thought. At the time I tried to call Lianhua and Yuki, who were kicking their ass a little further away.

"Huh!?

All of a sudden, a big shake hit us.

An earthquake!? Stupid, there's no way an earthquake can happen in the labyrinth!

The space gradually distorts in front of us crawling to the ground in such a strong shake that we cannot stand.

That is...... no way, the houndster is transferring here! Stupid, too soon!

The adventurers in the role will begin to dive into the labyrinth, and there should still be plenty of time until enemy watchmen report it and the hounds arrive!

That's what I'm saying, I just started diving!... No way.

When I came to that answer, my master yelled angrily and carelessly at me for reminding me of the same answer.

"Shit! Some team got ahead of you......!

If a houndsman was always waiting by some labyrinth, the one most likely to eat would be the first one. And the team most likely to be caught is naturally the first team to be eaten.

When deciding on the order in which to dive, I also hear that I rubbed most of it with who gets the best.

What if the team that craved MVP's two billion had ignored their scheduled time and let them dive...!

"Sing!" "Master!

So Lianhua and the others, who were a short distance away, rushed to me.

Bring the situation to the attention of those with a harsh face.

"... the hounds are coming! Stand up!"

Against me barking like that, but Lianhua...

"No, you're not! This sign is...... IREGULAR ENCOUNT!!

That's what I screamed.