The entrance to the cobalt dungeon.
　The iron bars that had completely blocked the path up until then were obliterated by an annihilation bullet, and I made my way out.
　As I expected, a lot of adventurers had gathered there.

　These were the people who couldn't get into the dungeon while I was blocking the road.
　As expected, their expressions were also mostly angry and unpleasant.

　Now, this place--''

Oh, there you are. I was waiting for you.

　Nicholas squared his shoulders with me from the side.
　He almost jumped up and down on my shoulders, acting like we'd been friends for years.
　I wasn't expecting that, and I was caught off guard, so I was lightly staggered.

'Nicholas,'
'You weren't busy inside?　You were bored, weren't you? Why don't you go f*ck me now?
No, I just don't want you to get upset.
Don't be such a pussy, you couldn't have been here all day and not have time to spare, could you?　Nah, just a little bit, just a little bit.

　He paused to worship with one hand while squaring his shoulders.
　Just as I was wondering if he wanted to do that so badly, Cel came in front of me this time.

'Get your hands off of me, you would be disrespectful to Satou-sama.
'What?　What the hell are you?
He's a cyclo...
'I am a first believer in Master Sato. His name is Cell Stem.
'Yeah!　Believers?　Why are you a believer?

　I sounded so surprised that I sounded weird.
　I'm sure there's more to it than that, though, another introduction.
　Like the head of the Cyclodungeon Association I was going to say, or where I came from in the first place.
　I skipped all of that, and Cell gave me the most ridiculous name I'd ever heard.

"You're a believer?
Exactly. Look at this.

　Cell pulled a figure out of his pocket.
　It's a figure of me in combat.

I'm sure it's not too much of a lie to be a believer. That means you're trying to interrupt a fight between me and this guy.
Of course. I can't let Satou-sama fight uselessly. I will eliminate whoever forces it.
Very good. I'll start with you.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. I'm not starting here.

　I got between Nicholas and Cell in a flash.
　I don't want them to start here, even though I have some things to do now.
　I intervened between them to at least do it somewhere else.

'Ah.'

　He hit the cell with all his momentum.
　The momentum caused another figure to fall from his pocket.

　It's me again, but it's me again, with my pockets full and overflowing as I try to put something in my pocket.

'How could it (...) be made!

　Cell hurriedly snatched the figure and put it back in his pocket.
　Really, what is this guy?

'What's the matter with that one?

　Nicholas, on the other hand, makes a face that he doesn't quite understand.
　Of course he does, I don't want him to know what that figure means.
　Such a stalker, one cell is enough for me.

　The altercation seems to have died down for now, and I get my bearings and leave the two of them and head over to the adventurers.
　The adventurers I had taken over the first floor and prevented from entering the dungeon.
　The adventurers who had caused me so much trouble.

　Standing in front of them, I put my hands in my pockets.
　A few of them braced themselves for a jittery reflex, but I didn't care, I took things out of my pockets and laid them out there.
　It was a stretching rod, but not steel.

　They are valuable bars of copper and aluminum.
　He took them out of his pockets one after another and lined them up, piling them up.

　The adventurers were wary at first, but gradually they let down their guard and watched me.

　I took them all out.
　The moment the figures caught me - I took out all the pockets full of dropped items.

　After the first floor was completely blocked off, I went downstairs to hunt for them.
　The combat skills he had accumulated so far, the two pistols, and the dropped items he had hunted with the ultimate lap magic repetition.

　Literally, a pile of metal appeared in front of the cave.

　I bowed ...... to the adventurers who wondered at it.

''I'm sorry!''
Satou-sama!

　Behind me, Cell let out what sounded like a scream, but I ignored it.

'I'm sorry for taking over your dungeon and causing you so much trouble because of my selfishness!　I don't think that's much of an apology, but I hope you'll take this.
'Master Sato!　There's no need for Satou-sama to do that. It's that man who's to blame.
That doesn't change the fact that I'm a pain in the ass.

　I said to Cell with my head down and a sideways glance, and he grunted and slumped slightly.
　I turned to the adventurers once again.

'I want you to take this as a nuisance fee.

　I said.

""......"

　A silence descends, a stifling time passes.
　I don't expect to be forgiven for this, but still, just physical compensation.

　With that in mind, I laid out the drop items here.

　Then.

'Hey Cuttle, take it from you.'
What?

　I looked up, and a man who looked like a veteran adventurer started to speak.

You're a cyclist. Take what you need.
Oh, yeah. Thank God.

　The thin, frail-looking man loaded his magic cart with copper bars.

'So are Olifa and Sai. I know your wife and old man are sick. Hurry up and cash them in and buy some medicine.
Okay.
I'm in your debt.

　The pile of dropped items is being sorted by that adventurer's partition.
　I was a bit relieved.

　Then I looked at the distribution gaps and spoke to the man.

'Thank you.'
'Never mind. You didn't have to do this.
No, but--
You can't get your mind off that. Well, I'll just take it. We'll call it even.
Thanks to .......
And...

　The man turned to me.
　He turned his body around and looked at me straight in the eye.

"Thank you.
What?

　The man bowed his head at the level of lightly bailing.
　When the other adventurers saw this, they stopped their hands and looked at me with the same expression.

'Thank God you dragged that thing down. That thing is making a lot of people cry. No one wanted to do anything about it, but we didn't get a chance to.
There were a lot of snitches. It was rather hard to pick them out.

　Cel said, supplementing from behind him.

'Thank you for giving me the opportunity,'
"'Thank you,'

　The voices of the assembled adventurers, the words of thanks.
　It was a bit powerful, and I was unintentionally confused.

　I was thinking that I should respond in some way.

'Alright, you're done?　It's over, right? So now we're going to fight.

　Nicholas squared his shoulders from behind and called it another fight.

'Wait a minute, that's not possible right now,'
"You haven't been around all day, have you?　Boring, right?　So let's have a fight and get it over with.
'You heard me!　I wasn't resting, I was hunting on all levels in the middle of the hunt--
Let's go fight.

　With his shoulders crossed, Nicholas tries to drag me along with him.
　I was being dragged along by a man who didn't read the air.

　By the way, I beat Nicholas to a pulp in an unpopular place.