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14 January 2024

Dungeon Refrigerator 134.2

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Monster Disaster Preparedness


Scattered car mirrors, plastic fragments, warped and detached bumpers, and the lifeless body of a goblin, likely killed by being hit by a car. The sight of goblin corpses lying on the asphalt creates a surreal feeling.

(Hmm. What in the world is happening to this place.)

In just one night, the city has transformed into a bloody and odorous scene, filling me with an indescribable unease. At the same time, there's an excitement welling up from within.

Yes, since I was a child, I always felt excited when thunder roared or a big typhoon approached. If I were to tell someone about it in times like these, it would probably be considered highly inappropriate, but that's just how I am.

On the flip side, because of this nature, I can act positively in situations like this without getting too pessimistic or downcast.

(Yes, that's right. A man should have the determination to face storms head-on!)

Well, currently, I'm a macho Amazonian newhalf, so it's a bit delicate, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, as I think about such things and maneuver the bike left and right to avoid scattered objects on the road, I finally reach the straight road leading to my home.

...

[Clatter... (So~und)]

Listening carefully and inspecting the interior, I finally unlock the door. Holding the front door firmly, I slowly open it without making a sound.

And the inside of the room is quiet and dark, with no signs of anything.

(Phew, that's a relief. It seems the worst-case scenario hasn't happened.)

The worst-case scenario I anticipated was my room being filled with giant cockroaches, giant slugs, and other creatures, creating an unimaginable situation.

Placing the tank bag on the entrance shelf as usual, I enter the room with my shoes on, checking for any abnormalities. But the room looks just as it did when I left yesterday.

"Hmm? Did the Dungeon Stampede not occur in my refrigerator dungeon?"

[Zoom... (Gwawawa...)]

Generating a shield and stakes made of salt, I stand in front of the familiar, worn-out refrigerator and tilt my head.

"Well, never mind. If I've come this far, it's faster to see for myself. [Clatter... (Puriii.)]"

Holding the salt shield firmly, I dive into the pitch-black dungeon. And, the dungeon entrance room looks just as usual, a bit anticlimactic, almost disappointing.

"Hmm, let's check the 1st floor. Oh, no. Before that, I should fix the Insect King suit and put it on properly."

The thick iron door connecting the dungeon entrance room and the 1st floor remains closed. If it were open, it would be immediately apparent, so let's be cautious here.

"All right, [Art] skill activate! [Kyawawawa.]"

Bug King Suit. The outer shell, which was the material for this suit and came from the King Cockroach, is very light and durable, but it's not immune to scratches. So occasionally, like now, I have to pour magic into it for repairs.

[Kyawawawa...]

Pouring magic and letting it blend, the King Cockroach's outer shell changes from a hard state like FRP resin to a glossy surface, like melted cheese in an oven. This is the change when it becomes soft.

In the meantime, I shape it and fill in the repaired scratches.

It may look very hot, but it only experiences a slight temperature change, like [Hmm, it's a bit warm, isn't it?]. Probably, if the magic efficiency were better, there wouldn't be any heat generated at all.

"All right... it's done! Repair complete!"

The surface is glossy like candy, and the shining Bug King Suit is complete. But since it has a color that is golden or amber-like, it's eye-catching.

"Now, next is the Fly Queen's outer shell that Serai-san asked for... Yeah, this needs a fitting... I'll take it and make it at Ruu's house."

Putting the Fly Queen's outer shell into the spatial storage, I also collect the remaining King Cockroach's outer shell.

Because, you see, it wouldn't be fair to only have it for Serai-san. So, I'll take the King Cockroach's outer shell, and make suits for Ruu and Nina-san too.

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