Chapter 188: |
A Different World Reincarnation Dream And Dungeon Diner
Before I knew it, I was standing on an unfamiliar grassland.
I don't know why. Before I knew it. And I was surrounded by monster-like wolves.
When I say "wolf-like", I mean they were like wolves. But not exactly wolves. Their appearance resembled wolves, but their proportions were a bit off. It was like 1:2. with a head-to-body ratio like a baby. Their fur was reddish-brown, reminding me of a baby fox.
But despite being three heads tall, they were far from being cute mascot characters.
They bared sharp fangs from their large jaws, constantly timing their attacks to strike at me.
Without time to wonder, "Why…?" I instinctively shifted into a combat stance. My consciousness and body naturally reacted to the intense feeling of battle, which was already familiar to me.
Yes. I am a superhuman empowered by the dungeon. A dungeon delver with the ability to manipulate numerous skills and possess abilities several times greater than an average person. There's no way I'd lose to these guys.
Without hesitation, I turned to face the approaching threat from behind and struck out.
That was the signal for the rest of the wolf-like monsters to attack in unison.
Their large red mouths filled my field of vision. But it was nothing. Just a swing of the pickaxe to deflect them all. I repeated this several times until someone jumped into the fray with a shout of, "I'll help!"
Turning towards the voice, I saw a knight-like figure swinging a long sword with both hands. With one more person, the wolf-like monsters were quickly wiped out.
"I owe you one, thanks."
I thanked the knight-like man. Being an adult, I refrained from saying unnecessary things like "I didn't really need help."
"You've got some serious skills. And I haven't seen a face like yours around here. Where are you from?"
As he sheathed his bloodied sword, the knight approached.
"I'm just traveling around. Just a wanderer."
When asked, I naturally adopted the template of an otherworldly traveler in my mind.
"I see, I'm Lideus. Lideus Rem Northostos."
He introduced himself as he removed his helmet.
He was young and incredibly handsome, with dazzling blue eyes and golden hair that reflected the sunlight off his silver armor splendidly. And the handsome blond man gestured for me to introduce myself.
"Lideus, nice to meet you. I'm Salt En Ichikirogram."
Feeling a bit envious of his overwhelming handsomeness, I blurted out a name in response. Oh no. If there's such a thing as false surname fraud, this could be really bad.
"Ichikirogra? Hmm, I've never heard of that name. What kind of—"
"I-I'm just a wanderer for now! Neither more nor less, call me Salt the wanderer."
As I anxiously interrupted, I tried to exude a sense of mystery.
"I see… You're not the eldest, then. Ah, well. Let's leave it at that."
As I pleaded with my eyes, the blond knight seemed to understand. Phew. Glad he got it.
"But seriously, Salt, you've got some serious strength. I've never seen Beowolves blown away like that before."
"Hm… Really? No, Lideus, your swordsmanship was truly magnificent. Impressive."
Even as an adult, I can reciprocate compliments.
"I read in some business books that this is how you should do it. And those wolf-like creatures are called ‘Beowolves,' apparently. Yeah, I was close, almost got it right, huh? Almost a bullseye."
"So, what are we going to do with these dead Beowolves? If we take them to town, we'll get a reward, and their meat and fur could fetch a good price, right?"
"A reward?"
"Yeah, Beowolves are troublesome monsters that prey on livestock. So there are always requests for their extermination at the adventurers' guild."
"I see. Since we defeated them together, why don't we split the reward? And maybe it's better to bleed them and remove the organs here to get a higher price? I'm not familiar with this stuff."
And so, as I dismantled Beowolves with the blond handsome knight Lideus, negotiating with a passing cart to help transport them, I woke up.
[Next is~~, Please watch out for the opening door.]
(Huh? Ah. I must have fallen asleep on the train because it was raining today.)
On my way back from the osteopathy school, the swaying and warmth of the train were so comfortable that I ended up dozing off.
But whether it was a dream of another world or a reincarnation, it was a smooth start because I already had power and skills. Haha, I'm really curious about the continuation.
…..
And so, at 6:00 p.m., when I returned home, I found monkeys making sushi on the first floor of my basement for some reason.
It was near the entrance to the first basement floor. With a towel wrapped around their heads like a twisted bandana, they were making sushi, pretending frogs and giant slugs were their customers.
"Gykyi! (Peshi!)"
"Here you go!" or something like that?
The monkey placed giant crab meat on wilted lifeless yatsuhashi drops, topped with magic stones, and placed them in front of the frog. Of course, it was a direct put on the dungeon floor.
[Byuro! Paku! Gokun!]
For some reason, a frog sitting politely before the monkey stretched out its tongue and caught it with a "Byuro!" without chewing.
"Gykykyi! (Peshi!)"
This time it's the same sushi placed before a giant slug. It seems like it's taking turns this time.
[Nuroon. Zuborizubori!]
The giant slug extended its golden retriever-like mouth and devoured the sushi made by the monkey with a "Nuroon…" and a voracious bite. Hmm, there's a lot to say about this. Monkey, you definitely didn't wash your hands, did you? Don't make sushi with the hands you throw poop with.
(Wait a minute! Could it be? Are they imitating what I did the other day?)
The other day refers to what happened recently.
As usual, I was hosting a tea party in the front room to please the pixies. At that time, I thinly sliced fruits for the pixies to eat and stacked them like sushi or hamburgers.
[Pipi! Pipipi!]
[Yes, yes, next is apple and peach. Here you go, please wait!]
I remembered the monkey, who came to place the drops, watching me curiously.
"Hmm… So the monkey has acquired the concept of cooking."
It's a small step, but I want to cherish this progress.
Thinking that, I took out cheese and kamaboko from the locked cooler box in the front room and gave them to the monkey as ingredients. I also taught it to wash its hands.
"Gikkikyik! Gikkikyik!"
The monkey, excited to receive new ingredients, sparkled its eyes.
And perhaps stimulated by its creative impulse, it held kamaboko and cheese in both hands and kept twisting its head. And the frog and slug were waiting politely for the monkey. They seem to get along well. It was a rainy day, and I couldn't help feeling a little jealous.
