Yesterday I took a bath, ate, and then slept until noon.
It was supposed to be an overnight stay in the dungeon, and before I knew it, seven days passed. I wasn’t ready for that, and the lack of supplies made it exhausting.
The food I prepared was over quickly, and I had to get my meals in the dungeon. That meant cooking mirage great snake and sky fighting fowl.
They weren’t bad, but the Dismantling skill didn’t make me a better cook. I also only had salt and pepper for seasonings, so I had the same things every day.
It’s okay now, it’s okay now, I think as I keep licking honey as a palate cleanser. That’s why I got this fat.
There’s no sin in sweet things, but there is in making me fat.
I want reparations.
With that in mind, I step on the scale, and see I weigh less than when I went to the dungeon.
…I-I-I lost weight.
I’m surprised, because I’ve only seen that number go up, and tears come out of my eyes.
I never thought the day would come where I would be compensated for the sin…
Finally… It’s finally time to say goodbye to the fat.
I lost my job, my money, didn’t go to the red light district, and my only enjoyment, the ant queen honey, ran out.
I led hopeless days without anything to show for it, but now I see something in the form of numbers. No wonder I’m moved to tears.
Five hundred grams. Just five hundred grams, but five hundred grams nonetheless.
My volume has decreased in this world.
Let’s have yakiniku.
This has to be celebrated. Yakiniku by myself is fine, I’ll fill my stomach alone.
Yes, I’ll do that. Yakiniku and beer tonight.
I can start my diet tomorrow. That’s often said, I’ll do it for real tomorrow.
‘The Gladiators event was held at the end of the year, but the excitement still has not died down in the arena, as participants are holding a get-together in the Neo-Colosseum! The Long lines show its popularity. Now for the interview…’
The news is talking about that program that was on in the new year. Gladiators was about seekers fighting each other as a spectacle. I saw an advert and heard a drunk talk about it, so I know that’s what it is.
I’m curious about how the participants fought, but the news isn’t showing any of the fighting.
And the channel was just changed to a variety show.
It’s not like I want to watch that, but the horse that changed the channel does, letting out a weird eeh eeh laugh.
It gets tired of it after a while, and switches again.
I’d like to know how it’s changing channels with its hooves, and then see it expertly using them to push buttons.
It lands on an anime, and it watches intently.
Next to it, I prepare to go to the dungeon.
I used too much killer bee honey because of the last exploration, and I’m running out. I’m going to start on the thirtieth floor and go to the twenty-eighth. I should reach the killer bee hive by evening if I rush. I have the map of the twenty-eighth floor memorized, and I can take the shortest route on the other two. I’ll make it back tonight and have yakiniku.
As I’m about to leave, the horse Fuuma looks at me like it’s asking where I’m going-
What? I’m going to the dungeon.
You wanna come too?
…Nah, if you come with me, you’ll do another Bazoom and fly me somewhere again.
You won’t make the same mistake again?
You did it five times already.
Not again? Where are you getting that confidence? It just makes me more suspicious.
It did it three more times after sending me flying on the thirty-third floor. All overreactions because it saw a sky fighting fowl or a mirage great snake. And all while I was riding it.
If only it did it when it was alone, I thought numerous times. It never does it when my feet are on the ground.
Maybe it’s because I take down monsters quickly, but it could be that it feels safe with me in sight.
That’s kind of cute.
I look at Fuuma, who’s there with its stupid face.
It’s not that cute.
As I take back what I thought, I leave the house.
Fuuma turns off the TV, the indoor heating, the lights, and locks the apartment before following me.
This horse can be pretty smart.
On my way back from the police station yesterday, I showed it and explained what was what, and all it took was doing it once for it to remember.
Not only that, but it can expertly use wind magic, and use electronics like a human. I just wish it was smarter in the dungeon.
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The twenty-eighth floor.
Despite all that, I’m riding Fuuma.
Needless to say, I only started in the dungeon. I used public transportation to get here from my apartment.
I thought it wouldn’t work on the train, but when I held Fuuma, the station employee mistook it for a plush toy.
I explained that it does move, but the employee didn’t believe me and told me to get moving because it was busy.
Fuuma didn’t move at all on the train, becoming a perfect plush toy. A lot of people were looking, but it didn’t move even as kids pet it.
It knew it would have to come off the train if it was found out.
That means it understands the rules of the train, and it fully understood what I hummed before reaching the station.
It really is smart.
It’s not an animal, it’s a summoned beast. I feel like the description of the guardian beast armor mentioned the summoner’s abilities were reflected on it.
It inherited my intelligence.
It does some noticeably stupid stuff for a smart horse, but that’s not related to me, surely.
I’m thinking the weapon store owner did something I didn’t need. I need to go complain later.
Yes, it will relieve stress.
I decide to file a malicious complaint, and reach the killer bee hive, but there’s nothing here.
Actually, there’s the remnants of a hive, but no killer bees. I don’t sense any life.
What happened here?
There were so many, so how could it fall into ruin like this?
Surely other seekers annihilated them and took a lot of honey. Geez, that’s not good for me.
I left killer bees so I could keep taking honey… Wait, did I leave any last time?
Thinking back… It was fine.
I left something that looked like a queen bee, so it should be fine.
Sure, it was fine. Even if there were no bees moving, it should be fine if the queen bee remained!
I use Wind Magic, create pressure from above, and crush the hive.
Now they won’t come back. That should lessen damage taken by seekers from killer bees.
I did a good thing!
But Fuuma looks at me with pity.
I pretend nothing happened, get on Fuuma, and go look for a killer bee hive.
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