I mean, they were monsters. I kinda figured it would be good if we all united to kill the enemy and stuff.
Slatarou sighed and said, “There are still enemies around, right? I don’t think anyone saw what just happened, but I’m not sure how many more times this plan will work.”
“I only sensed a handful of people at the entrance... I have no idea if anyone else came in afterwards, though.”
I focused on hearing and actually picked up the sound of approaching footsteps.
“Ah, someone’s here. Wanna go for plan C again?” I asked.
“Nope. That’s impossible. I used about half of myself in that fight. If I don’t rest for a while, it won’t come back. A certain someone blew it all up to bits!”
“Grk! That’s...fine. I’ll just go and have Slamaru help me instead.”
Slamaru was a freshly born slime, so he was in the same generation as me. Just like my senior, I’d had him wait in a passage.
*Ssshhhfff, ssshhhfff.*
When I tried to listen closer, I could hear the sound of something dragging against the floor. Whatever it was, it was headed my way.
Hm? What is that?
While that thought crossed my mind, the sound suddenly changed. The mystery noise’s pace steadily increased.
“Huh? What? What’s going on?!”
I faltered somewhat—there was no way the noises I heard could come from a human! Thanks to my hesitation, whatever it was managed to appear from around the corner.
It was sand.
“Yep. It’s sand.”
“It sure is.”
Sure enough, a gigantic, mountain-sized pile of sand was moving by sliding across the floor. There weren’t any monsters like this on the first underground floor, so I felt it was safe to assume that this had something to do with an adventurer.
Still, what the hell is that? Is there...someone inside? Seriously, what do I do with this?
I got the feeling that tackles and the like wouldn’t do anything. “Well, whatever. Guess I should try kicking it for now. Explosive Legs!”
I dashed forwards and kicked the pile before quickly retreating.
This should do it...
“Ptooey!” The lump made a kinda cute spitting noise and sent some sand flying.
*KaBOOM!*
The silty spittle exploded midair.
Whaaa?
I ended up taking the full brunt of the shock wave, and it forced me backwards. Fortunately, I’d checked earlier if I could blow myself up using Explosive Legs, so I was fine on that front.
“He he he he he! Who cares about some explosive attribute! I just have to let go of some sand!”
I see... If that’s the case...
“Explosive Leg Tornado!”
Just so you’re aware, it wasn’t some amazing move or anything like that—it was basically just circling round and round an enemy, kicking them all over the place.
“Wha—! Heyheyheyheyheyhey!”
Oooh, it’s flustered!
“Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!”
The mysterious adventurer hocked several globs of sand.
*KABOOBOOBOOBOOBOOOM!*
The resultant winds from several blasts raged about me. After the tempest had continued for a while, the sand began to visibly dissipate. What was once like a massive mound was now just barely large enough to thinly coat a single human.
“O-Oh no. Ohnonononononono!” The sandy form seemed to be writhing.
Oh, it’s a woman. The way the sand sticks closely to her figure is kinda lewd...
Yes, I could somehow understand what humans considered lewd.
“D-Damn you!”
*Pwoomf!*
The sand burst out, spreading about the area like a smokescreen.
Urgh, she’s trying to blind me, huh?
Nothing could get in my eyes, but my sight could still be blocked. Thanks to that, the sand woman was easily able to disappear.
“Huh? She ran?”
“Looks like it. Well, the sand she relied on is basically all gone, so I’m pretty sure she won’t be fighting anymore,” Slatarou replied.
I concentrated on my hearing again. The sound of running came back to me, but this time it was getting farther—it did seem like she was escaping. After a while, I was no longer able to hear anything. Once again, the dungeon returned to silence.
“Hm? Does this mean I got all of them?”
“Maybe? We don’t know how many of them came in the first place... Anyway, any weaklings they send in will just get blown up, so wouldn’t they come in with a small elite force?”
“There sure were a lot of weirdos for an elite force...”
“They might still have something up their sleeve. Don’t let your guard down yet.”
“Well, I did manage to get quite a few of them already... Wait, huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that I seem to be healed.”
I’d been all battered and beat up thanks to that macho man. It was so bad that my lid had started to flap around freely. At some point, though, I was suddenly able to properly close it again. The warping had also vanished; I’d returned to a pristine-looking treasure chest.
“You’re right. You were in rough shape just a little while ago... Is that also thanks to those high heels?”
“I can’t think of any other reason.”
“Man, that’s amazing. I’d want a pair if I had legs.”
“Heh, I won’t be giving them to you—”
“Well, the season’s almost over. Let’s keep—hey!”
“What—”
*Fwssht!*
I heard a noise coming from the center of my body.
Wha—?
Something was sticking out of me—a sword, to be precise.
Yep, I had a sword stabbed deep into me from behind.
I looked around and saw a wall, but the weapon was coming out of it from the other side.
“Holy shit.”
Somehow I managed to fall forward, causing the blade to slide out of me.
I looked behind again. Nope, I hadn’t been mistaken. There really was a sword sticking out of the wall.
Suddenly, the wall split apart, and a figure appeared in the opening.
“No way... I’ve never heard of anyone who’s able to cut a dungeon’s walls like that...” Slatarou muttered in shock.
“I-I can’t believe it... I thought they were all weirdos...”
I was looking at the perfect image of an orthodox young swordsman.
Wait, could he be...a hero?!