Put a new bullet, a golden one, in the gun.
　Bring it away as a foodstuff and put the carrots on the ground that haven't been trashed yet.

　I move away and wait patiently.
　Next to me, Emily is watching with bated breath, her face even more nervous and expectant than mine.

　After a while, the carrot haggled and turned into a sleeping slime.

　I take aim, anticipate it, including the movement patterns of the sleeping slime I know so well, and shoot.

　The bullets fly away.
　The flying slime has a parabolic trajectory, it should come down and hit just as it intersects with the bullet.

　But then the bullet bends in the middle!
　It bent upward to meet the trajectory of the sleeping slime, and the bullet also descended in a parabolic trajectory to meet the parabola.

　And then it hit.
　I shot through the sleeping slime at the expected point, but the process was unexpected.

'Yoda-san, was that ...... turned ......?'
Yeah, it bent. I mean, you chased it, the bullet.
I knew it.
...... tracking rounds, you mean.

　I pictured the scene now again.
　The trajectory of the bullets that moved to match the trajectory of the sleeping slime.

'I'd like to try it. I wonder if the garbage is still there.
I'm making it!

　Emily clattered over to her bags and, with a practiced hand, boiled water and made tea.

　The tea leaves - trash - were now away, and I just brought the tea.

Thank you, Emily, have a cup.
I'll drink it when it's ready.

　Emily said and went ahead and got ready for the next one.
　She put the carrots in the opposite direction of the garbage and then came back to me.

　We had a cup of tea together and waited.
　The trash haggle, Frankenstein, comes out and kills him instantly with a fusion fireball.
　As I was picking up the dropped golden bullet, a sleeping slime came out just as Emily had set up the time difference.

'Thanks,'
Ehehe. ......

　A happy Emily, sending her more thanks, then shot in the direction of the day after tomorrow (、、、、、、、) with a golden bullet.

　The bullet took a sharp turn the moment it was shot out.
　It made a bend that would normally be impossible, and shot through the sleeping slime with pinpoint accuracy.

''Wow ...... that's amazing, Yoda-san.
Yeah, that's what I'm thinking about, a tracking round.

　Bullets reclaimed from the garbage were a pretty handy substitute.

　　　　　☆

　I stayed up all night and tried a few things, and I got a pretty good idea of the performance of the tracking rounds.

　First of all, they definitely hit the people I was trying to hit.
　Bad slime, cocrosse slime, and hebis slime.
　After taking out a bunch of slimes that were moving around, the tracking rounds would catch them no matter how they moved.
　Its accuracy is 100%.

　Its power, by the way, was on the same level as regular bullets.
　In other words, it's a regular bullet that always hits.

　It's a very effective thing to hit 100%.
　I thought I'd better get a few more.

　　　　　☆

　The next day, I was slightly sleep-deprived from too much testing, but I left in the morning.
　Around noon, I could see it in the distance.

　A large number of tents were gathered at the entrance of the dungeon.

'Is that our destination?'
Looks like it. The name of the dungeon is Seren, by the way.
It's a feminine name. What kind of monsters do you have in mind?
I've heard it said that...

　Trying to remember the information the dungeon chief had given me beforehand, I found a different gathering away from the dungeon and the tent.

　A pile of trash, visible even from a distance.
　There was literally a pile of what looked like ...... treasure there.

　　　　　☆

　As I approached the pile of trash, I saw a tall, dark-haired, beautiful woman.
　A sleek, model-like beauty.

　She took one deep breath and then spread a magic circle around her feet and used her magic.
　She shot out a ball of flame from the hand she held up and hit a corner of the trash pile.

　The trash slowly burned.
　The pace of burning was slow in comparison to the momentum of the flames.
　As I experienced yesterday, the trash in this world has a characteristic that makes it difficult to burn.

　That's fine.

"What is that man doing?
Maybe, but I think he's a garbage man.
Garbage disposal?
There are a lot of people around the dungeon that is the same as the city, and when people live there, they create garbage, and there are people to take care of it.
Oh, I see.

　Come to think of it, you're right.

　I glanced at the Seren Dungeon.
　Lots of tents there, and some adventurers.

　The dungeon chief told me that since the dungeon isn't a cyclo or hetero dungeon right now, the Selenium drops won't be taxed.
　That's why some adventurers are coming here to make money, apparently.

　If there are those adventurers, of course there are people to deal with the garbage that is produced a lot.
　Yeah, it's a natural cycle.

"Ah.
What's going on?
The dungeon's brought in some garbage, sir.
'True - I mean, isn't that more than the amount she just burned?
It's a lot.

　Emily and I watched there for a while.
　Only one dark-haired model beauty is handling the trash.
　She seems to be a wizard, and she's burning the trash with her flame magic, but she's clearly not keeping up with the pace at which the trash is being produced.
　That's why there is this pile of trash.

The only thing that matters is the fact that you're not going to be able to get your hands on it.　I'm wobbly.
It's true.

　Emily took off running, and I trailed after her.

"Are you okay?
Are you guys ......?
Uh, we're here to check out the dungeon.
Yeah. If you're going to sleep around here, you'll have to bring all your garbage here. I don't want any sorting, I'm sprouting it on fire.
'That's all well and good, but ...... you need to take a break.'
'Thanks, but I can't say that. If we don't get rid of the garbage soon, it will affect everyone's business.
But .......
I'll be fine.

　The woman said that and tried to use more magic, but.
　The magic circle spread out at her feet for a moment and then disappeared, at the same time she wavered.

'It's okay!'

　Emily hurriedly hugs him away.

'Duh, it's okay,'

　She was adamant, but I didn't miss it.
　Her beautiful face has dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion.
　If you look closely, you can see that she's unhealthily thin.

　It's the face of the people I used to see in my corporate days, the ones who worked overtime for over 100 hours a month.

　She tried to stand up like that, to take care of the garbage.
　Her sense of responsibility is evident on her face, though.

　I silently load the gun and fire.
　A fusion of recovery rounds, sleeping rounds, putting her to sleep.

"Emily, take care of her.
All right, sir, you need to get out of here.

　Emily understood in an instant and carried her away.

　I moved away from the pile of trash, too.
　There could be crows flying overhead. It was a pile of trash for all intents and purposes, but to me, it was a treasure trove.

　I kept my distance, loaded my gun, and waited.
　After a while, the trash turned into a haggledy Frankenstein, one by one.

　I take them down one by one.
　And I got a lot of tracking rounds.

　　　　　☆

"U......n.

　Inside the tent, a beautiful woman wakes up.
　She opened her eyes and was dazed for a while, but then she huffed and jumped up as her eyes focused.

'Don't push yourself, you need to get some more rest.

　She jumped out of the tent without a fight.
　I followed her outside, and Emily and I followed her out.
　Then I see her standing there, stunned.

　I look out of the corner of my eye and see a place where there used to be trash, but now there's nothing.

...... What do you mean?
I took care of it for you.
Oh, you did?
Yeah.

　I nodded, and she stared at me.
　I stared at her with a dumbfounded look on my face - and then I thought.

　I slumped into place, heaving.

'Good. ......'
What?
The number of adventurers coming in to earn money was growing by the day and outstripping my processing capacity, so I was wondering what I should do: ......
I didn't know that.

　You've been through a lot.

Thank you, thank you so much.

　She slumped down, looked up at me and thanked me over and over again.
　But then she collapses again, as if her battery is suddenly dead.

　I quickly hug him, surprised at how light he is for such a tall man.
　He must have been working really hard, I thought.

'Emily,'
'Yes, sir!　I'll make something that will give you energy!

　Emily smiled and nodded and started to flutter around.
　For now, let's give her some more rest.

　We'll just let her rest a little longer, we thought.