Madness of the Blue Blood Labyrinth - Chapter 6
The liver and spinach are delicious.
Iron is important.
“But wow, Tsuki-chan, you really went for it, huh?”
After spending about five days in the dungeon because it was just too fun, a group of veteran Explorers came looking for me, thinking I was lost. Since there’s a rule that you need to wait at least 48 hours after leaving a dungeon before you can re-enter, I headed to university for now. That’s when my old friend, Yoshida, asked what happened, and I told him the whole story.
By the way, even though I call him an “old friend,” we only met about six months ago.
I just wanted to use the term “old friend.”
“If I won a billion yen, I’d probably buy a car. A really nice foreign one.”
“Luxury cars will bankrupt you with maintenance costs. Think it through.”
“Hahaha! Like the guy who blew a billion yen on a gamble with less than a 40% success rate is giving advice about thinking things through!”
How rude. I did think about it, for a good three seconds.
And after thinking, I decided to invest it as money to change my life.
Besides, lottery winnings are just easy money. Unlike that kid I made a deal with, I wasn’t in a situation where someone’s life depended on money.
So, it’s my choice how to spend it. Anyone who has a problem with that can come at me—don’t worry, I won’t use *Twin Blood*. After all, using combat skills outside a dungeon is generally a crime, and if you get into a fight and injure someone, the penalties become much harsher.
Rumor has it, if a Slot-holder gets a real prison sentence, they’re forced to mine magic stones in a dungeon for eternity.
That’s not what I’d call an adventure. No thanks.
That was a good meal.
It’s been five days since I’ve had real human food, and it hits the spot.
In the dungeon, I couldn’t eat anything decent. I should start bringing food next time.
Looking back now, going in empty-handed was way too careless. At the very least, I should’ve thrown some supplements into my pocket.
“Hey, hey, Tsuki-chan. You know what?”
“No, I don’t.”
If you’re going to ask a question, include a subject, you idiot.
“So, yeah, it’s like, I just remembered we’ve got someone like that at our school.”
“Someone like what?”
He’s not making any sense.
No wonder he has to keep resubmitting his reports all the time.
“An Explorer, duh. Pretty sure they’re in the history department.”
“Interesting.”
I hadn’t heard that there was an Explorer at this university.
But now that I think about it, it makes sense. If they’re in the history department, that’s the literature faculty. I have zero interaction with those students. Unless you’re someone like Yoshida, with connections everywhere, you wouldn’t hear about it.
“So?”
“You only have classes in the morning today, right?”
Yeah.
“You can’t go to the dungeon today or tomorrow, right?”
Yeah.
“Then you’ve got time, right?”
…Yeah.
“So you’re bored, right?”
This is dragging on. Do you even know what ‘summarizing’ means?
“You could use this downtime to meet up with that upperclassman and get some valuable advice. Wouldn’t that be a productive way to spend your time?”
Not a bad suggestion. Even Yoshida comes up with good ideas once in a while.
Now that it’s decided, I’d better act quickly. Time to go meet this upperclassman I’ve heard so much about.
“Oh, you’re going? Gonna meet them?”
“Yeah. You wanna come too?”
“Can’t, sorry. I’ve got to rewrite my report by tomorrow.”
Again? How many times has this happened this term?
If you keep slacking off like that, you’re really gonna end up repeating the year.
“Later.”
“Bye-bye! If you strike it rich, buy me a car!”
There’s a limit to how cheeky you can be.