Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own! - Chapter 49: Dungeon Fall

“Good work, Saryu-chan! That was a good fight. Yeah, it was like the old Papa.”

“That was a good fight. Except for the fact that you tore off your limbs.”

“That was quite the impressive dungeon. Though it lacks both beauty and love to invite my lord.”

After deactivating the “Monster Creation” at the core room’s entrance, the four began discussing their expedition as if it was already a thing of the past.

They weren’t being careless. Such a level of danger was a part of their daily life, considering the life-threatening situations they faced every day.

Despite Clarymond losing her limbs, resulting in her height becoming akin to a little girl’s, the fact that they managed to navigate the dungeon on their first attempt with almost no injuries filled their hearts with relief.

Of course, there would be an anti-Dungeon Master battle in the end. Still, the fact that the Dungeon Master himself had had many chances to appear in action up until now and had been waiting all this time meant that the four of them had a common understanding that he was someone without much spirit or ability.

When Saryu kicked down the door to the Core Room, she found a skinny, thirty-year-old man with gleaming brown hair in an oarback. The room was unified with monochrome furniture, and deep in the waterfall, a water tank with many fish swimming was on the wall.

The four of them got angry that the Core Room was more extravagant than the Ragnel Labyrinth first… The Core Room was like a gang office in yakuza terms.

Putting the girls’ emotions together would probably be something like, “Why are small fry in such a high-ranking Core Room?” Perhaps an unreasonable jealousy included kin circumstances like, “We’ve been saving DP for ten years.”

The Dungeon Master seemed to have the will to fight, more or less, and even as his hips recoiled, he held his staff at the ready.

“‘The Great Mother is Alone and Universal’! Hyah!”

But the moment the Dungeon Master tried to cast it, Saryu instantly cut him off with a throwing knife.

“Is this your first time infiltrating the Core Room? You should have prepared a shield to make up for any openings in your chanting.”

At Saryu’s words, the man desperately searched nearby for something to hide, but he couldn’t find it. Giving up, the Dungeon Master stood up and raised both hands in a surrender pose.

“Impossible. It’s too strong. Even though it looks like a human, it can beat B-Rank combat-specialized monsters on its own. Could it be an A-Rank monster?”

The man in the Core Room was technically wearing pretty little clothes, and he seemed to be grumbling and tentatively trying to negotiate. But what the four of them did next was not reply, but house and search.

When Saryu thrust her knife at the man, Egrentine kicked through the water tank, and the pilgrim tied the core with a string of items. Clarymond was also destroying all the furniture in the room at random.

The girls themselves were dungeon-raised monsters. They fully understood that the Core Room was where they couldn’t afford to let their guard down. They had no precedent for countermeasures against repops or backhanded tactics.

Her movements were as elegant and inconsiderate as those of the police who’d entered a house search.

“I didn’t do anything to you guys. Why are you doing this?! Don’t kill me.”

That was the man who begged for his life, but when he saw the four people standing in front of him searching for a house…and ransacking the Core Room with their own hands, he gave up on talking to them. Even the man knew they weren’t coming to the Dungeon with enough resolve to be afraid of murder.

The man backed away, yelling “Eek” at the knife, which had been thrust at him as if telling him not to speak on his own, and was soon cornered by the wall himself. It was pitifully shrunk, and he began shielding his head with his hands.

…It was like she was an ordinary person who had lived an extremely normal life.

“I’m sure you’ve killed several people, asking them not to kill you. And using the extremely despicable method of sinking a ship.”

The man groaned weakly in response to Saryu’s statement.

It was incomprehensible how the man was heartfelt when he calmly begged for his life with the face of a victim, even though Saryu had committed the act of killing a large number of people in cruel ways at once by sinking a ship.

It wasn’t as if it would be more noble to lay a hand on him directly, but he thought maybe this guy thought his own hands weren’t dirty in the murders his subordinates had committed in the ocean.

(In our dungeon… that is impossible. My master feels responsible for all our actions, and at the same time, all our sins are ours.)

However, the man refused to acknowledge it.

“Do you understand how I feel?! When I woke up right after I died, I was told to kill someone in a closed room!”

…In fact, to the man, it must have been a wail he’d repeated countless times.

The man had set an example for the four of them: the equipment for ordinary men to kill people and what would happen as a result of being entrusted with running the dungeon.

Clarymond, especially as a strategist, thought he must not turn a blind eye to this man’s state for the rest of his life.

…I wasn’t particularly interested in this man himself. My main enemy would be the Dungeon Master in the future. I thought this man would be useful as a sample case for that.

(There’s no way many people like His Excellency can put their lives on the line and prioritize others. You could say this man is also a victim of a selfish god.)

“When I first found humans, I tried to make contact with them. I tied them up and called out to them until we became friends. But it’s impossible. None of the people here are sane. I can’t talk to them.”

The four of them had accepted that heartfelt cry as an interesting case, not a story to empathize with.

…For the girls, whose entire joy and sadness were complete within their dungeon, they couldn’t understand it in their hearts even though they understood the desire to communicate with the people outside.

(As I thought, Dungeon Masters usually try to make contact with humans. But these people are old, old, and aging.)

The Masters before the Dungeon Master came at the same time as the wight and were simply summoned as machines to kill people. In this case, like Ryuujou in the giant tower of Nadinares, getting along with people should have been prevented by the curse of the Goddess Nanaya.

The four of them understood that no matter how often they made contact with humans, being hated for no reason might have mercilessly broken the hearts of lonely people summoned from another world.

“Ah, that’s too bad. Dungeon Masters are cursed.”

“A curse…? I see. So that’s it.”

The man must have had something in mind in his way at the pilgrim’s words because the man seemed to forget the dangers of his death at this moment and sink into thought.

However, the four of them had no time for such thoughts. Clarymond interrupted them with a clap of his hands.

“Well, let’s put the past aside for now. …Let me answer your earlier question about why you’re attacking this place. We… No, Your Excellency is trying to build a world governing body in this land.”

…The man who had thought up until now that the series of disturbances was just a conflict between Dungeon Masters opened his eyes a little wider.

“Even victims like you, who have been selfishly chosen as Dungeon Masters, will never come out again once His Excellency establishes a world governing body that serves as the World Government.”

Clarymond said with a confident look, though what he said was a common line in the final boss: “Be the cornerstone of peace and die!”

“He’s just a Dungeon Master like me, right?”

“Yes, that’s right! It’s only been ten years since you came to this world, but you can already say His Excellency is the closest thing to conquering the world.”

In response to Clarymond’s words, the Dungeon Master man experienced a bit of lonesomeness for the first time since coming to Etina.

Even though they were in the same situation as Dungeon Masters, they had gathered enough forces to defeat themselves in ten years and had even more noble ideals for world peace.

This realization brought a sense of melancholy. Perhaps, if he hadn’t given up and continued to strive, he too could have achieved something significant in his 150 years. It was this sadness that he now tasted.

…As a matter of fact, the wight only took what the goddess had said on the surface and obeyed, and the “world peace” the Nanaya shrine maidens referred to was based on the rather selfish idea that “as long as the wight reigns over the world, everyone in the world will be happy.” Still, at any rate, the man was struck by the difference between the man Clarymond called His Excellency and himself.

“…So, what are your plans for the future? Depending on your objective, there is room for negotiation.”

Clarymond’s smile never faltered. Saryu’s knife was still pointed at him, though.

“…I’m looking for a way back to my world. No, I’m still looking for it.”

The man’s reply to that was extremely simple.

“That’s why you’re killing people? Even though you were originally a dead man? Ah, I respect you as an enemy. Is there anything else?”

Clarymond’s reason for asking this is simply compassion. She says she’ll answer if she needs anything.

And of these four, not one of them actively wanted to show mercy.

We’re having this conversation because we’re obeying the order to be as kind to the people of Witt as possible. So if the demands are too selfish, there’s no need to answer them.

“You killed a lot of people too, didn’t you? Heh heh!”

The man’s outburst of anger was interrupted by a kick to the face from a young girl named Clarymond.

“Shut up, you idiot! I won’t kill anything other than attacking you! …Let me change the question. How many years have you been a Dungeon Master?”

Clarymond had answered the man’s enraged voice with obvious anger. He calmed down in the second half, but the girl’s unbelievable intensity made him shrink back completely.

-At this time, neither of us had noticed the discrepancy in information, but the DP exchange rates differed between the group caught up in the war between the gods, who were in the same class as the wights, and the dungeons that existed before that.

The wights were called to kill each other in the first place, so their human DP conversion efficiency was low, but since dungeons before that were meant to kill humans, they were at a rate where they wouldn’t be able to do it unless they actively killed humans.

That’s why this man running off to commit murder has a pitiful side to it, though.

The tied-up man answered the question with a tired expression, turning his face away.

“…150 years.”

“If that’s all there is to it, you’ve wanted to preserve it for future generations, haven’t you?”

“There’s a mastermind behind it. And there’s someone who created this stupid dungeon. I think he’s a god.”

Hearing that, the four closed their eyes with an “Ouch.” It was true that the mastermind did exist, and his guess was correct.

In the end, the four of them didn’t tell her the true role of the dungeon in response to her reply. They had no obligation to go that far, and they’d decided this information would probably put God’s life in danger if they went around making too much noise.

“Anything else?”

“Thank you to my parents.”

Clarymond signaled to Saryu that this was acceptable, and Saryu deftly opened the note with one hand… It was a different note from the one that had written Witt’s words.

The chances of conveying his will to his parents in that other world were pretty bad. Even so, the four of them didn’t do anything to turn this down.

“Shall I ask your name, just in case? Anything else?”

Clarymond continued as if interrogating her.

“…It’s Zameri Crookedyle. Why do you have to ask me this?”

However, at Zameri’s words, the pilgrim, who had been bored until now, smiled.

“Hey, Zameri-chan! We want to make Papa happy and make world peace while we’re at it. We need the DP you earned and this location as a foothold. Right? We’re not enemies, right? Isn’t there anything else we want to leave behind?”

As she said that, the pilgrim took her hand to a position where the core would shatter if she swung it.

Her cute face was overflowing with smiles, but she didn’t seem hesitant. Not against men, not against destroying Cores.

In other words, no matter what information I give him, he’s certain to kill me. Seeing that, the man finally prepares himself.

“……BW*RT+DAAFEEG, GAEEAGAEGET, HAEGBTHS.”

After a long silence, the man began to sing something. It had a syllable attached to it and a calm melody like a nursery rhyme.

“…What about it?”

“It’s a song from my hometown. Everyone in my hometown knows it. Even if the world I lived in were to be destroyed tens of thousands of years from now, when I think about how Etina still has traces of it, I think it’s because I came here that I could leave traces of my hometown… of Asdaanda. That’s fine.”

“…Understood. Let’s keep the tone and lyrics as they are and keep them in the library of the nation my teacher built in the future. Don’t worry. I’m good at remembering songs.”

Zameri let out a small “hmph” at Saryu’s earnest reply and relaxed her stiffened body for the first time. That was proof that a man was prepared to die.

However, the interrogation continued for a little while longer. Saryu couldn’t read the mood.

“Finally, do you have any attachment to monsters?”

“I mean, I’d be happy if you ranked up, but…”

(So that’s the extent of it, after all. If he truly loved her, he would demand the release of dungeon monsters himself with contract magic during this interrogation.)

Saryu put away her note and pen and pressed the knife against it again.

“I see. In that case, please cancel the contract between the monsters in this dungeon. It’s about that killer whale, that lovely, and all the small fish.”

“…For what purpose?”

At this moment, the man seriously opened his eyes wide and asked, “To a normal Dungeon Master, monsters are mysterious beings who don’t know when they’ll attack the moment they’re freed from their contract.”

I didn’t understand the meaning of the act of releasing her.

“It’s because I feel sorry for you. If you have a life you can save, I’ll save you. That’s my lord’s philanthropy and all living things’ only salvation.”

Egrentine suddenly cut into the conversation, bringing her white opera glove hands together next to her cheeks and muttering in a trance; her chest, which was dressed like a quiet, deep-seated young lady’s, was sandwiched between her arms and emphasized.

…Zameri, who hadn’t interacted with women in 150 years, had forgotten the situation and nearly lost her mind due to her sex appeal, but the cold sensation around her neck soon brought her back to her resolve to die.

The tip pointed at Saryu felt like a concern to Zameri, and the fact of the matter was that Zameri didn’t want to sully this comfortable defeat with something like sexual desire.

Zameri acquires contract magic and releases all dungeon monsters.

…The man recalled the fish-type monsters he had summoned for the first time while canceling the contract. He was referring to the killer whales now ranked up to Soldier Orca.

(Come to think of it, I gave it a name when I summoned it, didn’t I? I think I called out to it from time to time during the first year, but I can’t remember anymore…………… I hope it lasts long.)

Or something like that.

“And last but not least, as you may have noticed, there is a god in this world. And perhaps there will be a second chance. Do you need time to pray?”

Saryu dropped the tip of her knife to the ground, saying, “I’ll at least allow you to pray before death.”

“There’s no need.”

However, the man answered her words with a snort.

“I don’t know. I might be able to be reincarnated again after I die here.”

Then, as if drawn in by such a man, Clarymond spoke with a laugh.

“…No, I’ve already learned my lesson from being reincarnated.”

With those final words, Zameri returned to the dead.

-For a long time now, all of Nanaya’s shrine maidens have been prepared to kill all of Wit’s enemies, good or bad. That’s why Zameri cried and screamed in fear as she died, but the girls would never get sick.

However, Zameri’s resolute attitude succeeded in making the girls reconsider their assessment

…Because of this, the fish monsters under Zameri’s command will be allowed to go down to the wight by Clarymond’s plan in the future and be given important posts. It wasn’t completely pointless.

And so, the Ocean Floor Temple on Grabsdred Island ended its 150-year history, and the creation of Witt’s full-scale dungeon creation…the World Ruler Organization, based on its ideal location, finally began.