Chapter 229:

Dungeon Stampede 2.0 Undeads

A tough-working me patrolling the dungeon till night. I will not make the identical mistake twice.

I cleared out the fridge dungeon right down to the sixth flooring and carded a ton of obedient big cockroaches. I’ve over 200 playing cards, however with no use for them, the quantity will probably continue to grow.

I additionally checked the crab dungeon right down to the 2nd flooring.

As normal, there have been tons of big mudskippers with piranha-like enamel, however surprisingly no monsters greater than the large crabs. The crab dungeon appears to be comparatively younger, suggesting it may not have deep flooring, however the present flooring are fairly spacious.

On condition that, I threw salt sorcerers from stable floor to skinny out the mudskippers. Realizing the fear of their slime, I used to be cautious by no means to step into swampy areas.

After spending my day this manner and turning on the TV within the night, it appeared that due to the Self-Protection Forces’ efforts, extra studies from numerous areas had been being broadcast. TV stations had been utilizing their ingenuity to supply data by way of recorded broadcasts that felt like stay protection.

Details about monsters was notably helpful.

Apparently, undead monsters cease transferring shortly after leaving the dungeon. Zombies and skeletons collapse and cease transferring solely, whereas intangible undead like ghosts disappear like mist.

However they don’t disappear utterly; they resume exercise at dusk. Surveillance footage confirmed skeletons reassembling and standing up slowly.

(“Hmm, attention-grabbing…”)

With my hand on my chin, I contemplated deeply whereas watching the footage.

In Japan, there is a phrase ‘Ouma ga Toki,’ suggesting that at twilight, the boundary between day and night time, you may encounter otherworldly beings.

“Hmm… in that case, maybe there are parallel worlds near our 3D world, like 2.8D or 3.1D.”

“Hey, so it is just like the distinction between land and water?” mentioned Serai-san, rising from the bathe, drying her moist hair with a towel.

“Certainly, land and water are often separated by the water’s floor. You are fairly sensible, as anticipated from a college scholar.”

“Hehe. So, you are pondering undead monsters retreat to a different dimension after they cannot keep their state on this world, proper?”

“Sure. And when the situations for exercise are met, they return from their refuge. That is my idea.”

“So, if we had a instrument like a submarine, we would have the ability to see into that different world.”FOlloow latest tales at no(v)el/bi/n(.)com

I see, a dimensional submarine.

This can be a frequent setting in sci-fi. However now I’ve spatial abilities and an area monkey acquainted. With some experimentation, I would discover a clue.

“However do not do something harmful once more, okay?”

However Serai-san didn’t acknowledge it in any respect. Hmm…

“Effectively, properly. This is the primary level. Whereas ‘undead transfer as a result of magic and mana’ is true, let’s be extra particular and say ‘undead are lifeless our bodies sure to souls by abilities, magic, or curses.'”

“With out understanding why they’re undead, you may’t pinpoint the explanation.”

“Precisely. So, if we assume ‘undead are lifeless our bodies forcibly sure to souls by some impact,’ then ‘undead do not die once more, therefore invincible!’ doesn’t comply with.”

“Yeah. The zombies on the town had been simply defeated by your salt, Edzuki-san.”

“Proper, but it surely felt extra just like the holy salt disrupted the undead impact itself, inflicting dysfunction, quite than simply bodily injury.”

“Uh… like destroying a tool not by breaking it bodily, however by disrupting its program with a robust magnet??”

“Precisely! And after I focus with aura imaginative and prescient, I see their souls twisted and distorted. Not too long ago, I noticed that ‘the soul is like an engine,’ an inside combustion engine.”

“You usually say that in meditation coaching too. ‘Calm your thoughts, however ignite the engine in your soul.'”

“Sure. The guts is the interior combustion engine for the physique, and the soul is for consciousness. The power supply permits organisms to perform, and the physique and thoughts to recuperate. However the undead cannot do this.”

“They do not have an inside combustion engine? Then they cannot transfer. Having only a soul… wait, huh!?”

“Yeah. So, they’re most likely twisted to forcibly take up power from their environment…”

“”……….”””

In different phrases, undead are beings that may’t keep their state with out stealing power from their environment.

“Did not you say earlier than that there have been ghost-like issues? You noticed them within the dungeon.”

“Yeah, on the 4th flooring of the kobold dungeon. I name them Lesser Ghosts. They appear to be white misty human shapes, they usually’re undead monsters too.”

“What about them? Did you see twisted souls?”

“No, I didn’t see them. They’d no our bodies, so their souls most likely thinned out into that misty state.”

[―Numerous reports of monsters resembling human corpses have also been received. What looks like a human corpse might actually be a zombie. Please be cautious and avoid unknown objects.]

The information anchor repeats the identical script on TV. It’s like a scene from a zombie apocalypse film.

However that’s the present actuality. After I provided the crab meat to Serai-san, she declined, saying she had already brushed her enamel.

So I bit into the cheese-flavored crab meat myself, trying on the clock nearing 11 PM, pondering it was time to brush my enamel and prepare for mattress.