**Day 38 Noon Omui Adventurers' Guild**
"Uooooohhh!? Bro, can I seriously take this!? For real!? If this is a lie I'm gonna cry, okay!? I'm never giving it back!? Better lick it to mark it!"
This is a filthy old man. Spear old man. Spear-licking old man. I could report this, right? This is clearly an incident. Pervert alert.
"Haruka-kun, are you really okay with this? We only went to try and repay the favor, but in the end we couldn't do anything…"
Sword old man isn't licking it. The four women thanked me, grabbed the weapons, and immediately ran off to the training ground. Again, mostly old men. I've never heard of an isekai summon where only old men swarm you? The beautiful girls all ran to the training ground with weapons? Is this really about opposite-sex favorability after all?
"Nah? You guys explored the dungeon for three whole days, right? You went all the way down to the 30th floor trying to meet up with us, but we'd already gone back through the 46F door and left you behind? That's like… mental compensation? Kinda?"
The old men heard the story, immediately prepared, headed for rescue, reached the 30th floor to link up with the Committee Chairs, got word everyone was safely back in town, and just returned a little while ago. Felt too pitiful, so I gave them the leftover weapons—and now they're making a huge fuss.
Including frog-man harpoons, that's nearly 500 weapons. Even after clearance sales there's still plenty left. I kept the minotaur ones, so it's mostly puppet and lizard-man gear, but they're ecstatic. This town is dangerous yet somehow under-equipped—except for clubs. Clubs are overflowing. Overflowing to the point where it's fine? Wait… earlier I saw housewives in front of the greengrocer chatting while fully club-equipped? Talking about beating husbands who cheat? This town is definitely dangerous—more than the forest.
Even though the labyrinth is dead, monsters still remain. Seems like there are still some above 46F. Could we handle from 31F now? Not yet, but once skill adjustments finish, maybe worth checking. For now, practice on goblins—probably gonna trip and crash into them again.
Lord Meri-o-tou-san? also sent troops, so I'll donate the frog-man harpoon set. Tell the guild old man to pass it on. Receptionist ladies already bought off with fruitcake. Debt cleared. Falling into pit traps is hard enough—climbing back is the real pain. Don't drop people.
"I'm heading back home now—well, to the forest? Or cave? Forest, I guess? Coming?"
Armor Committee Chair nods enthusiastically—looks like she's coming. Goblin cleanup will go faster. Mushrooms will still sell well, so harvesting won't be wasted. They'll definitely grow back.
Committee Chairs still have X-eyes, so let's leave them. The beating must have hit hard. But getting trained (beaten) by the Labyrinth Emperor is a super-rare experience. Most people never get it. I get it every time? Excessively? Normally? Is this what summoners are supposed to go through? Pummeled nonstop?
Back in the forest, but goblins and kobolds are scarce? Levels dropped too? Mushrooms everywhere—tons. General store lady is probably rushing straight to addiction. The forest feels brighter somehow? Not great for training, but let's hunt them all out. Wait—they're already mostly hunted. Leave some for training, please? I want goblin sparring partners! Daily demolition is too much!
I dash through the trees like mist, erasing goblins… my training partners have been annihilated. Looks like tomorrow's beating is inevitable.
Reached the cave—close to evening. Better stay overnight. Still tons of cleaning, both room-wise and goblin-wise.
Clean the deep forest before dark, then tidy home afterward. Armor Committee Chair is looking around the room curiously, interested. Modern furniture strange? Former Labyrinth Emperor, maybe prefers caves? Planning to labyrinth-ify it? Well, I'll renovate even if she does.
Thought the deep forest would be the same, but it's weakened too? Monster shortage getting serious. Might go extinct without farming? Not doing that, though.
Only occasional goblin leaders. King game fad seems over. Good. No—bad for training. If I don't hurry, everything gets hunted out. Let my guard down for a second and nothing's left. Now it's a race. First come first served. Armor Committee Chair would probably dominate a bargain sale—guaranteed to become Bargain Emperor.
No kings even in the deepest part. Harvest mushrooms and head back. Night's coming soon. Tomorrow—hunt kobolds, then shallow trash mobs. More clubs incoming. But why do clubs sell so much here?
Mushrooms are multiplying. Probably because goblin shortage leaves them unchecked. Stamina and mana mushrooms galore. No potential mushrooms, though. Soy-grilled potential ones were delicious. Was hoping with rice this time, but even max luck doesn't make them easy.
Back at the cave—start cleaning. Magic makes it quick, but it's been a while since home, so I clean carefully. Last time was waiting for Nanoka-kun—been away nearly ten days. Is this okay for a hikikomori Lv8? Doesn't feel like I'm hikikomori-ing at all?
"All clean～! I'm home, house-san. Long time no see～? Even though it's my house? Now I can day-trip here?"
Yeah—travel speed's up enough for day trips. "Movement" became "Transfer," but I'm scared so I haven't tested transfer magic yet. My own skills have never done me any favors, so I don't trust them. In a world of magic and skills, not trusting your own skills—what kind of person is that?
Still, Transfer is clearly upper-tier Movement—movement speed's way up even without using it. "Walking" became "Walking Technique"—fast, slippery distance-closing feel? Space shrinks weirdly. Want to grasp the sensation in the forest, but if I slack, training monsters go extinct. Super practical practice. Bumped into goblins over ten times! Almost had my first kiss with a goblin!? Smashed it!! That's unforgivable for a high-school boy!!
Cleaned the bath too, so filled it with hot water. Jacuzzi-san. Need wind magic to send bubbles myself, but it's still Jacuzzi-san. Probably the only one in this world.
"Wanna bath? You can go first? Bubble bath? Jet? Stream attack Jacuzzi-san? What happens if I jet backward myself?"
Unfortunately Armor Committee Chair isn't a gun otaku. Says bath later. Solo jet-stream attack in the bath. Bubble jet, but JSA. JSA! JSA!!
"Fuuu～ Bath after getting demolished hits different. Feels like it soaks right in. Maybe my body's 'Regenerating'? Real-life respawn state? Or something?"
Come to think of it, "Stamina Recovery" didn't become upper "Super Stamina Recovery"—it turned into "Regeneration"-san? Gave up on recovery and went straight to regeneration? Isn't that usually a monster skill? Do human races regenerate? Is that allowed? Am I okay?
"Huh?"
Presence Search picks up Armor Committee Chair starting to remove armor outside. Couldn't wait for the bath? Or maybe it takes time to remove, so preparing? She's skeleton, and first appearance was full-nude bones, but now we know she's a girl—bathing together feels awkward? Well… washing bones might be fine?
"I'll be out soon? Can you wait just a bit? Kinda? Wha… what… whoaaaaaaaaaaaa!!"
Huh? No way—Presence Search says Armor Committee Chair, and she came in? Back-washing courtesy? Maybe thought as summoned servant she should do attendant stuff? Or something? Thinking… not thinking at all… Supreme Thought-san is frozen. What is this… who!?
Long, slender legs step in—toned, perfectly proportioned, gracefully long. Front covered with towel, but back completely exposed. Whoa, waist so high! Legs too long! Butt at ultra-high position flows into back with perfect taper. Anglo-Saxon? Latin? Porcelain-pale skin blindingly white. Who is this!? Peerless beauty!? Wait—where's Armor Committee Chair!? What is this!? Everyone always said my head was messed up, but now my head's really messed up!? Me!? Staring at me with huge, sparkling eyes? Slightly droopy—cute. Wait—eyelashes so long! Nose so high! Features so deep! What is this gorgeous woman? This world is full of Western-style handsome/beautiful people, but she's on another level—top tier. Never seen a model or actress this beautiful in my life. Beautiful, bewitching, lovely, delicate, cute and dainty… wait!?
"Uh…?? Armor? Or skeleton? Or Labyrinth Emperor? Or Beat-up Committee Chair…? A-A-Angelica…-san…?"
This beautiful form, dignified bearing, overwhelmingly stunning presence—it's Armor Committee Chair, Angelica-san's aura!? Eh? Bones, right? Bones??
She nods with that familiar gesture. Two round things under her face nod too. Big ones. And she smiles—a smile that colors the whole world… she was skeleton-san? Race? No—she became no-race?? Eh? Wait—she's not even covering the front anymore! High-school-boy danger level is DANGER! I can see everything! Steam Girl and Ray Girl aren't doing their jobs! Red zone!! …Eh? Waaah!! …I'm done for?
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Real-life morning kiss?
She washed me thoroughly and refreshingly—every nook and cranny. I washed her back in return. Then we rested. Multiple times. Very high-school-boy style. Finally broke through the adult staircase with max limit break? Monster girl? No—it's fine, totally fine. Actually, a beauty this level I'll probably never see again? But employing her and doing this—how is that okay? But… she looks so incredibly happy smiling… so it's fine? Is it fine? Probably fine?
In the end, I kept yelling about no monster girls in the deepest labyrinth… but turns out she was with me the whole time from the beginning.