Chapter 172 < 172 Dungeon Reset >

For reference, in Dungeons, the participants of different nationalities speak different languages.

The languages and dialects of different countries, such as English, French, and Chinese, are naturally translated and accepted in the minds of participants.

The same was true of the letters.

Even the letters of a country that I did not know could not write, but it was possible to read and understand the meaning.

The rabbit referred to this as the ‘transcendent language’ and said it was the first step toward becoming transcendent.

But the part that Jungdown now wondered was the other part.

“…… which country is this? ” T ra ns la ted by jp ｍ tl .co m

I will find out what is written in the grimoire, but it was the first text I saw that looked familiar.

It was something completely different, not Korean or alphabetical.

Jungdown questioned and asked the rabbit.

“Did you do this? ”

Whatever it is, it's not me this time.]

The rabbit looks unfair.

T r a nsl a t e d by Ｊpｍtl.ｃo m Thieves have been a pain in the ass, but this time it didn't feel real.

Is that a rune?]

At a glance, the rabbit recognized the identity of the text.

“Runic? What's that?”

The answer came from the Alpha.

“Witch text? ”

Jungdown looks odd.

It's the witch again.

Anyway, this dungeon is about witches everywhere.

“You can use this to do magic? ”

The eyes of the downward one sparkle.

But Alpha insisted.

“…… What do you mean? ” Tr a ns lat e d b y jpm tl.ｃ oｍ

At that moment, I thought it was an English listening assessment.

I heard the Alpha's explanation clearly, but it didn't come into my ears.

It was easy for the rabbit to organize.

[So is not allowed.]

“Uh, thank you for the one line summary? ”

[But who wrote this? wouldn't have written a rune.]

“I meant to ask. I opened it and suddenly it said this. ”

Suddenly?

The rabbit puzzles and looks back at the contents of the grimoire.

Actually, the contents were nothing.

The handwriting and speech were childish, and it felt like a child doodling.

The problem is that this grimoire was originally a blank grimoire with nothing written on it.

The situation is that no one has written anything but writing.

Ghosts used to weep.

[But there are all kinds of things. What kind of wizard writes this kind of journal in runes? Are potatoes round and cute?] T rans lated b y Ｊpm tl.coｍ

It was a ridiculous rabbit and an alpha.

Then Rugal folds his arms tightly and comes to his side.

[Hm. In fact, there are those who can write runes without magic.]

“Huh? You haven't left yet? ”

[... Don't be so mean. I'm getting a little hurt hearing that.]

“Huh? Uh, sorry. ”

[…….]

“ ……. ”

Shrug.

Suddenly, the atmosphere became clear between the two.

Rugal's tail falls beneath her brooch.

However, Rugal was the one who said it all the time.

[Rune is a language created by witches. Witches can write as many runes as they want without magic.]

“Another witch? So the witch wrote this story about the potatoes? Suddenly when?" T r a n sla t e d by Ｊpmtl.ｃ o m

[Magic, perhaps. But first, let me ask you a question. Where did you get this grimoire?]

“In the Witch's Library.... ”

In response, Rugal points to the white pages of the grimoire with his thick fingers.

[The Grimoire is originally made from a special paper that can trigger Magic Jinns. By the way, is there a rune on the magical paper? This can't be a coincidence.]

“So... you're saying this potato journal was magically created by itself? ”

[Yes. Magic geniuses are usually invisible but created when certain magical powers are inflicted. Like this.]

Pa!

Like he said, a Black Magic Jean was created in Rugal's hands.

Rugal proposed to him spontaneously.

[As an experiment, why don't you try again with your grimoire a little while ago?]

“Well, what did I do? ”

Jungdown walked back into the potato field, stuttering his memory.

Then I dug some ground and put a seed potato in it.

Then, after covering the soil again, I opened the grimoire.

“Nothing's changed. ”

[It's already magic, isn't it? Try a different one.]

“Ah.”

I took the blank grimoire out of my possession that I had never touched before.

And then something amazing happened.

Paaaaaah!

Runes were spread on white paper.

Potato

Potatoes are delicious and round and cute!

…….

“ ……! ”

His eyes widened.

It's exactly the same text!

Lugal nods and points at his hand.

[I think the reason is the potatoes in your hand.]

“Huh?"

Suddenly, he looked down at the seed potato in his hand.

Seeing that, I kept holding the remaining seed potatoes in my hand.

“That's what this was about? ”

[It seems that some will contained within the dungeon potatoes engraved a rune character in the grimoire.]

“Now you're doing it, and you're using magic, even potatoes. I'm not the only one with magic... ”

He became depressed.

[I want to try too!]

The rabbit marched forward in wonder.

Then he swiftly picked up a potato from the ground and shouted in a fabulous voice, holding out a new blank grimoire.

[Hiya! Round potatoes! Come out! Boom!]

…… Quiet.

[Hiya! Round, hoop! Round Boom!]

…… Quiet.

No matter how much I shouted, nothing happened.

The rabbit was embarrassed.

[Why not me? You can't just be a human being, can you?]

“Let's find out. ”

Jungdown summoned the passing participants and presented them with a grimoire and potatoes.

But nothing happened to them like a rabbit.

It was the same no matter how many times I tried.

It was concluded.

“Hm. So that makes me the only one. ”

Wow, this erroneous one again? Why are you being so mean to me?]

“How should I know? ”

[But I don't think it's very useful. What can I use potatoes for when I know they're cute and round?]

“Yeah, I know that part. ”

[No, don't empathize with that! Anyway, since it's only possible to do it alone, I think it's a worthless start. High and meaningless.]

“Don't you think there's a bird out there somewhere? Oh, is there anything else? ”

Jungdown put down the potatoes, just in case, and held the nearby Rat dung fertilizer instead.

Then a new text appeared in the grimoire.

Paaaaaah!

Rat

I hate rats!

It's a meal that comes out of nowhere and takes all the food out.

What if he grows so big that he wants to eat me too?

Oh, there's something new. Rat this time?]

“Is this about the Monster Rat? No, I think it's just a ‘rat’ and not big enough... Hmm?"

At that moment, a thought passed through the head of Jungdown.

Eating out all the food.

Rats that are so big that they want to eat it.

“…… No way? ”

Suddenly, he opens his eyes wide, and opens his carry-on and gouges out a long bone.

It was the spine bone of a deep salmon that I told the golems the other day.

And as I handed over a new page of the grimoire with my other hand, a new content was added at that moment.

Paaaaaah!

Fish

I really want to eat fish today.

How good would it be if the fish could live outside the water?

It's so dark and deep here that I can't raise any fish.

However, some of the fish in the sea are enormous.

I want to try one bite.

“…… deep salmon? ”

His expression was getting stiffer over and over again.

A fish that lives outside the water.

A fish that grows deep and dark.

And a huge fish in the sea.

"When you put all this together, it's just a deep sea bass. ’

I felt creepy.

It seemed that the person who wrote this journal did not know the existence of deep salmon.

However, it seemed to me that I wanted to be like a deep sea salmon.

[What? Don't just play by yourself, let me join you.]

The rabbit rolls its feet together and sticks close to him to check the contents of the grimoire.

Then, his eyes widened and he met his downward gaze.

[Yi, are you sure about this? Is that what I think it is?]

“…… I think we're looking at the birth story of the dungeon monsters. ”

[Wow, who really wrote this!?]

The rabbit creeps me out.

No dungeon potatoes, no monster rats, no deep sea bass.

According to this diary, at first it was all ordinary potatoes, rats, and fish.

However, as all of these texts were put together, they began to intuitively represent the monsters that they had become familiar with.

What is the meaning of this?

He said with a clean look.

“Hey, where's this witch? Find him now."

At this point, I doubted that building the dungeon was not an end dragon, but a witch.

Furthermore, people were dragged to dungeons without even knowing it!

Then maybe if we find the witch, we can figure out a way to escape this dungeon.

Rather than just figuring out when the stage might end?

[There's no point in looking. Witches have been extinct for a long time. No, the whole world came to an end.]

Jungdown glances at Rugal speaking boldly with suspicious eyes.

“As you know, Luggal. You know something, right? ”

Thinking about it, I was suspicious from the beginning that I knew how to use the grimoire.

But Rugal shakes his head bitterly.

[I'm sorry, I don't know much. Not as much as a rabbit, but I lost a lot of memories as I became a helper.]

“Wow, what an excuse. All of a sudden you're haunting amnesia at this hour? ”

[What should I do if it's true? Originally, our helpers are like orders to leave the world at the end of the world. It's weird to have a memory that remains intact after refusing logic.]

Rugal's gaze suddenly turned to the rabbit.

It was a loving look, but I felt the envy boiling inside.

[I always think. I wish I could just forget it neatly like a rabbit. Then I wouldn't have to suffer because of the fuzzy memory....]

Heh?

I was so envious of the rabbit with the silly face of the world.

Jungdown asked.

“I don't know about the maid, so how far do I remember? ”

[I'm sure this is the handwriting used by the last witch. Writing everyday content like this in runes is not a fuzzy talent.]

“The Black Queen is the Last Witch, right? ”

[Yes.]

“What the hell is that witch doing out here and there? ”

There was someone else who answered.

[She was just...... a poor girl.]

“ ……? ”

You turn your head and see Rich Bahamut, the witch's servant, approaching you from behind.

Bahamut was a resourceful voice.

[The former master…… barely survived after so many sacrifices and the Last Witch. She was our glorious queen, who hid her whole life in the depths of the earth and died alone in the pursuit of the Empire.]