Chapter 39 – Dungeons

“Sir! Treasure chest!”

Half-blind, I ran towards the treasure chest. The secreted pleasure seemed to damage the nervous system…! It looks like crab foam will come out of your mouth! In life, there are only really shitty things, but finally good things happen to me too!

Looking back, it was a time when I had only tears in my eyes as I traveled to a different world and was constantly dealing with unskilled high school students. Is this a reward for that! The thought that I did well to live a good life without shame hits my brain!

There are gold coins in the treasure chest.

Goldfinch.
GOLD.

What a frightening yet beautiful echo.

Each golden coin, shining like the sun rising from the desert, is worth one hundred silver coins. If I reduce my monthly living expenses to a minimum, I get 1 silver, so the value is 100 months. A single gold coin could feed them for years.

“…For a moment.”

By the way.

As I was running, some kind of ominous feeling suddenly ran down my spine.

Naturally, my steps slowed down… Instead, the hand holding the sword gained strength. As soon as the excitement of this unexpected situation cooled down, the swordsmanship he had trained while overtaxing his body for a month created a perfect fighting stance.

“There’s no way anything good could happen to me.”

I muttered a few facts. Then, with the tip of the sword facing the lower front, he slowly advanced. Yes. Nothing good can happen to me. I know because I’ve never had a good thing happen in my life.

This was clearly suspicious.

The only treasure chest left in a room that doesn’t seem to have any value for money.

This is appetizing. My mouth is watering because I can’t taste it. It is to the point of going crazy wanting to violently open it right away to check the contents inside and suck it out. Yes, it should have been.

But.

But maybe this is a trap. Of course, a trap might be a kind of victim consciousness stemming from my bloated delusion, but as a human being, we must always be careful in the face of great luck. Isn’t it a world where if you fall backwards, you’ll cut your nose in Seoul and cross even by knocking on a stone bridge? Great luck is an opportunity, but at the same time, it can also cause such bad luck.

Well, it may simply be that someone has already taken all the contents and only the empty box remains. But I was also anxious. I stood in front of the treasure chest. And to explore, I stabbed the box here and there with the tip of a knife.

“You want to run away, but you suddenly become cautious. Are you having a seizure somewhere? Barbarian Shack?”
“Take a look. This box is fucking suspicious.”
“It’s an old treasure chest… It sure looks suspicious. I’ll have to investigate.”

Copson and I conducted an investigation (if you can call it an investigation) by kicking and prodding the box. The inside of the box seemed a bit heavy, as if there was something in it. If you look at it to the extent that it doesn’t get pushed by kicking it. It was clear that there was something in it.

Is there really anything worth making money on the outside? I swallowed my saliva.

— Gulp.

“Then.”
“Let’s open it.”

When I touched it, it didn’t seem like a trap. Copson and I trembled and placed our hands on the treasure chest. And slowly. Very slowly and delicately. It was when our tension reached its peak as we carefully opened the lid of the box, as if we were opening a bag of cookie dough with three corners chewed up and only our last chance left.

“Stop!”

Elise shouted from behind her like a thunderbolt.

“Eh?”

Is it a trap of some kind?! I took my hands off the box and quickly tried to backstep, oops the lid opened on its own?

ㅡ Less.

I think it’s one step too late.

ㅡBooooo!

“Wow.”

Suddenly, the treasure chest’s ‘mouth’ snapped open, revealing fangs hidden inside. Those grotesquely protruding rake-like teeth and incredibly long tongue. And sticky bodily fluids splashing randomly. It opened its mouth and attacked me as if it wanted to eat me.

“Foot.”

A swear word flowed from his mouth. What kind of monster is that? The backstab I was casting failed, and I fell backwards and hit my butt on the floor. I watched slowly as the hideous toothy treasure chest attacked me.

Can you kill me by sticking a knife into that mouth? I do not know. But now there was no other way. If you remain blank like this, your head will be ripped off. Something has to be done. I reached inside as if stabbing a knife. Hoping that the attacking guy would pierce his throat with his power his.

“It’s a Mimic! Get off now!”

ㅡPretty!

At that moment, Elise jumped out and struck her bastard with her mace.

ㅡKureek!

Elise’s mace, a morning star, was a terrible weapon that specialized in breaking and destroying things. The Mimic, hit by a splendid blow as if Baberus had hit a home run, was blown away and crashed into the wall.

ㅡQuaang!

“Hey, you fucking bastard!”

I immediately came to my senses at the sight, stood up, and ran towards him…! I don’t know what it is, but I had to kill him first! This fucked baby !!! Dare to attack me!!! Fucking box year!!!!

“I’ll help you!”

Copson, who was standing beside me dumbfounded, also ran with me. Elise also ran with her mace held high, saying that the monster had to be suffocated. That momentum ate up a fairly decent raid leader.

“Fuck off!”
“Die!”
“Oh God!”

ㅡPeruk!
—-Bah!
ㅡPerseok!

The three of us slammed the mimic frantically into the wall. Copson and I thrust knives into the body of the exposed body and kicked it randomly, and Elise pounded the mace again and again, intending to destroy the box itself. Wood splinters and monster blood splattered. Mimic let out a strange moan and convulsed, then stretched out.

ㅡ What a pity.

“Haa… It’s over. You’ve completely shattered it.”

Soon after, the treasure chest, or shell, was shattered and destroyed. Mimic’s corpse met a similar end. No matter what kind of bastard, there was no business in front of Daguri.

No matter how unknown a monster is, if three people attack it, it will turn into mush.

“Bogs! It’s good! This fuck!”

How dare you trick me…!
As I let go of my anger, I thanked Sister Elise.

“Whoa…! I almost fainted. Thank you, Sister Elise.”
“It’s nothing special. Are there any injuries?”
“Yes. It was a nice timing. Thank you very much. You came back from the dead. When I return, I will definitely make a donation to the Church of the Light and Star.”
“You don’t have to do that, but…”
“Can I call you my lifesaver?”
“Just call me comfortable.”
“My lifesaver, Sister Elise.”
“Let’s joke about this.”

As she calmed her frantic beating heart, she gibberishly thanked Elise for her thanks to her. She didn’t say anything, and I thought she was really looking at my coffin. It was the first time I had ever seen a monster that looked unrealistic like this, and I never expected that the box would pop out so quickly.

In a situation where a moment’s inattention could mean the difference between life and death, I would have been seriously injured or killed if it hadn’t been for Elise’s support her as before. I cleared my mind with a deep breath.

“Whoa…”

After watching her rear her, when the situation was over, Meria approached and touched Mimic’s corpse with the tip of her toe and asked,

“Slime? Slime? It looks like slime.”
“It’s a monster called Mimic. She’s an evil monster who seduces people and eats them.”

The main body of the monster called Mimic was like a slime. The treasure chest was just a shell. According to Elise’s explanation, a mimic is a gelatinous monster with teeth and internal organs that lives in a nest in a box or something, and eats anything that approaches it, she said.

“What a terrible monster! Disguised as a treasure chest!”

While listening to the explanation, Copson trembled. I searched his corpse her to learn more about the mimic. Mimic was completely chewed up in vulgar terms and died. It would be more beautiful than this even if I threw away the money that my aunt had sent out on New Year’s Day.

Anyway, I thought it would be nice to have something with sharp fangs.

“Huh? What’s inside?”

Meria, who overturned the treasure chest with catfish, said so. A piece of tough, viscous flesh fell to the ground with something shining.

ㅡ iron puck.
ㅡStupidly.

“What?”

Limp? At first glance, this pleasant sound sounded like something made of metal. Examining the mimic’s corpse, what fell was a silver cup with a fancy pattern engraved on it. There were two cups.

“Isn’t it a luxurious cup?”
“It’s a pretty cup.”

Copson and Meria said. Although the light has faded a little, the luxury of the cup seems to have not faded over the years.

“Is it a cup made of iron? No. If you look at the color… Could it be silver?! Is it a cup made of pure silver!”

I couldn’t help but be shocked again. This cool-looking cup looked like something similar to an ancient relic! This is a real windfall that cannot be refuted, and it was a win! I was about to spit crab foam out of my mouth again.

After examining it, Elise picked up the cup.

“This… Is a tin cup.”
“Tin? Isn’t it silver?”

Tin, not silver?

“Yes, these are tin cups. I’m sure there are many of them in the church. Of course, even if they’re not silver, they’re valuable enough. From my brief insight, since they’re found in ancient ruins, a few silver each would be a good value.”
“How many silver!”

After all, it is an expensive thing!

“Expensive deal!”
“Wow!”

I tried to hold Copson’s hand, but when I saw his face his, I just grabbed Meria’s hands and jumped around cheering. It hit the jackpot. It was worth overcoming the near-death crisis!

“Looks like a mimic nested inside a box with valuables in it. Lucky for me. I like the fact that it looks so well preserved.”

We took a tin cup with pleasure. Wouldn’t it be worth it to return with just this? And I made sure to bring Mimic’s fans as well. I don’t know, but with such sharp teeth, it must have been worth the japtem. I used a knife to cut his teeth out of his gums.

“Good, very good. This is a dungeon.”

Beads of fresh sweat ran down his forehead. After all, sweating after work is the best law. But suddenly, seeing Elise standing still, I had a question.

Come to think of it, wasn’t she a psychopath, no, an ardent believer, taking parts of the body of monsters she killed? She must have been excited and thought she would be taking care of the fallen meat pieces with a smile, but she didn’t.

“My lifesaver, Sister Elise.”
“…Please call me normally.”

Out of curiosity, I asked.

“Haha, I’m kidding. Anyway, didn’t you take some parts of the corpse? I remember it like that last time.”
“Ah, is that what you mean?”

The appearance of cutting off the nose and ears of a kobold was no different from that of a madman. She was like a living witness to the saying that modern people live with at least one mental illness.

“The Mimic is what we all killed together, so she doesn’t have to.”
“Yes? Is it okay if we kill together?”
“That’s right. Taking away parts of the corpse is a ritual meaning that when you defeat an enemy with only your own strength, you will be able to steal their soul, so you will dedicate it to our god. If you kill a group like this, you don’t have to do it.”
“That’s right.”

It must have meant something like that. As if secretly intending to turn me over, Elise explained as if she were trying to clear things up.

It seems to be a bizarre ritual that would not have been tolerated in modern society. Come to think of it, even in my hometown, burning incense and bowing down every holiday is a bit otherworldly.