After waking up in the morning, I got out of my tent, which felt as secure as my parents' house, and stretched out.
　The work I had undertaken was accomplished, so I slept a little later today.

　Combined with the effects of Emily's tent, I felt refreshed and completely exhausted.

'Mmm?'

　Suddenly, I saw Celeste dancing in a pile of trash.
　There was a pile of garbage even though I had cleaned it out yesterday.
　No, rather more than usual.

　It feels almost twice as much.
　I walked up to Celeste and spoke to her from behind.

'Good morning,'
Good morning, you're finally up.
Emily's tent is just too comfortable.
I know. It was hard for me to get out of the tent in the morning, too. Five minutes to go, one minute to go, 30 seconds to go... ...... It was so hard.
I'm telling you, it's not like this in a regular house. Even the tents are that nice and warm, you know?

　Celeste gulped and cleared her throat.

'From the tent: ...... Gokuri.'

　You're mumbling, you're imagining it.
　I'd like to ask you out for a bit.
　What can I say, I want to brag about Emily.
　I'll ask her out for a little while when I get back to Cyclo.

　Well.

　With that in mind, I look up at the pile of trash.

'Come to think of it, what's going on here, isn't there a lot more trash than usual today?'
'Yes. Apparently there was a dungeon master out there, and the adventurers couldn't get into the dungeon, so almost all of them were eating and drinking from the dungeon, and that's what happened.
Dungeon Master?

　He nods his head.
　I've never heard that word before.

As the name suggests, he's a dungeon bogeyman. He only shows up every few months, so I'm guessing this is a first for Seren.
Oh, I didn't know there was such a thing. Is it strong?
That's the problem, my dear.

　I nodded my head, wondering what it meant.

The people who gather in Seren right now are mostly pro-cycling adventurers. People who specialize in consistently hunting the same monsters.
You can't handle a higher-ranked monster.
'Yes. Tomorrow we'll have adventurers to deal with. People who are very good at dealing with dungeon masters.

　It makes sense.
　There are different types of adventurers.

　Well, there are those who produce air and sell it to princesses for their airboxes, and then there are those like me whose abilities are better suited to researching new dungeons.
　I wouldn't be surprised if there are adventurers who specialize in high-ranking monsters.

　Let's leave it to them.

Ah, ......
What's going on?
It's getting haggled over there. There are so many of them that the other side has been judged uninhabitable.
I'll take him down.
'What?　But,
I'm not going to be able to dive the dungeon today anyway, so I'll help you.
Thanks to .......

　Celeste blushed for some reason and thanked me.

　I grabbed my two guns and headed around the pile of trash to the other side.
　It took me about a minute to run around to the other side.

　And there was Frankenstein, all over the place.
　Well, yeah.
　They hatch into haggles where there's no one else in sight, not one or two of them if there's something like this all together.

　Celeste is annoyed, but I grimace.
　It's a treasure trove of hagremonos in my opinion.

　Red ruby bracelet, a bracelet with an effect that sometimes increases the drop of haglemono.
　I load the two pistols with flaming bullets and hunt Frankenstein from a safe distance.
　Stop and take them down one by one with the flame fusion bullets.

　Golden tracking bullets drop from the burned out Frankenstein.
　One basic shot, sometimes two drops due to the effect of the bracelet.

　I take down the hagremonts in a streamlined manner.

　It occurred to me that my style could be classified as an orbiting type, right?
　My body has somehow become ingrained in the safe, efficient way of doing things.
　I naturally do things to make it more efficient, like guiding a slime over a magic cart to defeat it.
　That's all well and good.

Sometimes you just want to do something a little different.

　He mumbled and winced.
　When Frankenstein was in his final unity, he put his gun away and stepped in with a clenched fist.
　A punch of wind-beating sound came out of his gnarled muscles.

　He caught it with both hands, crackling, and a shockwave blew everything around him away.

'Whoa!'

　He grabs an arm and pulls it back, knocking him off balance with a counter punch.
　He rushes at the blasted Frankenstein, catches up with him, clasps his hands together and hits him with a hammer punch.
　The giant forks and plunges to the ground.
　The ground cracked and cratered. Struggling to get up from it, Frankenstein is still tough.

　He doesn't rest his hand and gives chase.
　He uses his strength and speed A and high physical ability to demonstrate fighting techniques like you've seen in manga and anime.
　I used to have a problem with the world's most famous anti-aircraft technique when I asked my friend to fly from the jungle gym and I twisted my wrist, but now I can blow up Frankenstein's huge body with no problem.
　Kinda gross.

　It took me a long time to do all those things.
　I took down just one Frankenstein in twice the time I'd spent on the herd so far.
　It dropped a single golden tracking bullet as well.
　It's only one shot because the armband hasn't been activated.

　The results are exactly the same, the efficiency is the worst.
　I still wanted to do it, and it felt good.

　I wanted to play efficiently, but at the same time, I wanted to have a good time at some point.
　It's a bad habit of mine.

　But it felt good.
　At the same time, I was reminded that I could do more than just play efficiently.

　I picked up the tracking rounds and went around the garbage heap to get back to where I came from.
　There I found the opposite of me, a man with the worst efficiency.

　Celeste also fired her inferno at a bit of trash a short distance away.

　As I burned the trash, I couldn't help but leave a little bit here and there.
　Normally you can use a weaker magic on the ones that are left a little bit, but Celeste can only use one type of great magic, so it's deathly inefficient in these situations.

　And with that, he wastes his magic power in a way and drains his energy.
　I'm still wobbling around.

''Emily, are you there?''
Yes, sir.

　Responding quickly to the call, Emily came out of the tent.

'Let's give Celeste a break. Let's tie her up in the tent and force her to rest. I'll take care of the trash.
Okay.

　Emily said and went to Celeste.
　She grabbed her hand and tried to drag her into the tent.
　Emily with a smiling face, Celeste with a troubled look on her face.

　She tries to shake Emily off, but she can't unshake her.
　Celeste, who is nearly six feet tall, is losing power to Emily, who is about six feet tall.
　It's kind of funny.

　So Celeste is dragged into the tent by Emily.
　Before entering, Emily shifts the tent a bit, moving it away from the trash.
　That's Emily, as expected of her, Haglemono - she doesn't forget to follow up on the Frankensteinization.
　She's an amazing woman(person).

　What's even more amazing is that for a moment, I could see a divine, temple-like wave from the open tent.
　That's what I'm talking about, Emily, she's an amazing woman.

"Go and be healed.

　While blessing Celeste, I kept my distance from the garbage.
　This time, I used the flame fusion bombs to play efficiently.

"It feels so good to be ...... good to be ......

　I cleaned out the trash and got a bunch of tracking rounds, while I could hear the distracted, mellow voices in the tent.
　The last one tried to hit me again, but I held it back with a wry smile and took it down with a fireball, as well.

'Whoa?'

　Suddenly, four adventurers came from Cyclo's side.
　By all appearances, two warrior types and two wizard types.
　All four of them seem to be competent and atmospheric.
　And the balance of the combination is also good.

''Is that...''
Maybe he's an adventurer who wants to take down the Dungeon Master.

　Emily came over to me from the side.

'I knew it,'
'Yes, sir. I don't have a magic cart, even though I'm a powerful man. It's a piece of equipment you're only here to take down.
Yeah, sure.

　The adventurers were all equipped for battle.
　If they were produced around, they would bring a good amount of equipment, magic carts and all sorts of things, but there was nothing of that sort at all.

　They seem to be specialized equipment for defeating people.

''Seren will be back to normal operation from tomorrow.
Yes, sir.
Where's Celeste, by the way?
He's taking a nap. I'll have a snack with him when he wakes up.
You can help me with mine.
Yes, sir!

　Emily's snack when she woke up, to soothe Celeste.
　I didn't know what was going to come out of it, but it made me drool just thinking about it.

　As I expected, the snack not only heals Celeste, but also me.

　A night to be healed by Emily.
　In the background, the experts in defeating them had been wiped out by the Dungeon Master.