**Day 37 Evening Omui Town**
Cash acquired. Seized from the girls. Took every last coin. They're all broke now.
They can't equip the expensive stuff anyway, and it's too valuable to sell. The good pieces are all hidden away. What's left is clearance junk. Dirt-cheap inventory disposal prices, but original cost was zero. Pure profit.
Huge profit.
Big-spender revival.
The commoners can bow down.
Bargain-sale tactics: destroyed economic sense, wallet strings, and sanity. Forced total spending. Took all their money.
Weapons and magic stones can't be fully cashed out anyway, so just loot cash from classmates.
But I was shocked—Committee Chair had that much saved? Must've been super frugal. Took it all anyway. What's she gonna do with that mountain of weapons and gear?
For now, the weapon/armor bargain sale dodged the lecture. Slipped through. Barely. Razor-thin margin. Fleeting gap. Void-reality skill effect?
But I'm not safe yet. Not forgotten. Can't say I won't get yelled at. I'm innocent, but somehow I never escape. Therefore—seek the truth that always illuminates, the guardian of justice, the definitive proof of innocence.
Yes. Let's buy dried fruit.
Armor Committee Chair tagged along. Girls really do love shopping, huh? She backed off during the bargain war, though. Even a Labyrinth Emperor must've been terrified of those demonic girls' frenzied, wailing, berserk battle royale. Maybe her first-ever bargain sale experience as an otherworlder.
Even the otakus—who drool over weapons and gear—couldn't break through the girl wall. Couldn't even see the goods, let alone touch them. Kicked, trampled, blown away, left rotting like rags on the floor. Honestly, that energy could've taken down the Sphinx.
Somehow the general store got bigger. Wider shop, overflowing stock. Decent selection maybe?
"Wooow! Long time no see～? Heard you went missing in the labyrinth, was super worried! You okay...right?"
Oh, normal today. Finally beat the mushroom addiction? Acting like a proper clerk.
"Long time～? No idea what day it is, nobody tells me? Anyway, shopping trip. New stock? Cash or mushrooms, either's fine～! Also, all the dried fruit you've got!"
Browsed the store with Armor Committee Chair. Daily necessities too, right? No spare clothes, no daily items… What does a skeleton even need for daily life? Well, she's happily looking around. Gave her plenty of pocket money. If she enjoys spending, great. Probably her first shopping in forever.
"Fufu… Fufufufufufufu… Fuffuffu… Fufu…"
General store lady broke. Malfunctioning. Mushroom addiction gone, but aftereffects remain. Probably beyond repair. Recovery mushrooms destroyed her.
(Jingle～～～)
"!!!!!"
Time stopped.
""Gufufufufufufufufu… Fofororororo.""
Silently gripped each other's hands tightly.
Deal sealed.
Took every last coin.
Massive restock complete. Hit up shops everywhere, bought out anything good. Big-spender mode.
Got oil, more spices, a grill, all the dried fruit, sugar. Big-spender.
Armor Committee Chair happily carrying armfuls of miscellaneous goods. No shopping on the bottom floor of the labyrinth. Must be thrilled after so long. Probably spent what felt like eternity trapped, doing nothing. Eternity at age 17.
Finally hit the club specialist shop to offload weapons. This place got bigger too? Selection's… clubs only. Expectations low.
Showed metal weapons alongside clubs. Owner brought every coin in the shop. These are leftovers, unsold junk, throwaways…
"Labyrinth weapons?! Lower-layer stuff?! Rare materials with top-tier skills?! Special effects?! W-what… what are these?!"
Thought he was a club maniac, but metal weapons get him excited too? Brought the cheapest sellable pieces, but buyout's struggling? Took all the shop's cash anyway. Owner's groaning over the weapons. Same old pattern. Business as usual.
Unfortunately, even shopping-loving Armor Committee Chair has zero interest in clubs. Makes sense—no gear out there tops what I've donated her. Ultimate top-tier item cheat in history. She herself is the bigger cheat, though. Summoner's still in black cloak and wooden staff? Massive inferiority complex. Seriously.
Stopped by the Adventurers' Guild for the installment payment on magic stones. While there, donated all the lowest-grade, unwanted weapons. Guild's broke from buying stones anyway, so free handout. They helped with rescue and gathered adventurers. Even junk weapons could be useful if distributed.
Time to head back to the inn.
**Day 37 Night Inn White Weirdo Dining Hall**
The formation was already complete.
Battlefield aura pressing in.
No gaps. Perfect encirclement. Once surrounded, it's over.
Step in unprepared and flank teams cut off retreat. Surrounded. No escape.
Pure attack formation. Waiting, capturing, encircling.
No doubt about it.
This is lecture formation.
But I'm not unprepared.
I have countermeasures. Decisive secret weapon, even.
Formation meaningless now.
"O-nigiri～! Eat up lots～? Kinda?"
"Rice!?"
"Rice!!"
""""O-nigiri～～!!""""
No enemy can resist onigiri temptation. Absolute.
I scarfed onigiri while making them—super tasty. A bit crumbly, but it's rice.
Lecture encirclement collapsed instantly. Perfect formation breached. Once broken, no recovery.
Everyone's tearing up while stuffing cheeks.
Rice wins. Finally obtained. General store lady's victory.
But now—ruthless pursuit. Annihilate enemy forces completely.
"Grilled onigiri too～! Fight over them～? Kinda?"
"""Grilled onigiri!!"""
Probably long-grain variety. Less sticky/sweet than Japanese rice, crumblier. But it's rice!! Tomorrow: fried rice!!
Whole room silent munching. No room for words. Lecture power nullified.
Everyone stuffed full, can't move. Lecture formation annihilated. Collapsing with smiles.
No energy left to get mad. Just full, happy girls. Looking blissfully collapsed.
Mission complete.