Chapter 52: The Deep Dungeon
“Hey, Maika! Bring me a beer, will you?
“No! Dad, you always drink so much! You can’t stop drinking and you sleep till noon the next day, so don’t drink a drop until after work!”
“What an ogre of a girl!”
The boss looked as if he was biting a bitter bug. In the end Maika pushed him into giving up drinking.
“Yuma! You seem to be worried that your Mana is hard to raise, but on the contrary, you might be a great late bloomer. You’ll eventually become a Seeker Seeker with a name like ‘Albert the Flame Emperor’ or ‘Tennoji the Thunder Beast’! I’m counting on you.
The president laughed out loud, but Yuma was worried that his ‶mana wall″ would be less than one.
After dinner we went to bed for the night.
And the next day, he continues to dive into the ‘Red Dungeon’ and work on defeating demons and recovering the Demon Jewel.
Over the course of three days, the boss and Tanaka acquired many magical gems.
The market value would be six million. Maika also had nearly twenty magical gems drop from demons.
It seems to be a profit of 100,000 yen.
Yuma, on the other hand, could only obtain three magical gems.
“That’s amazing. You got three magic gems for the first time! That’s great!”
Maika’s cheerful and encouraging… but the total for all three is only a few thousand yen. But the total cost of the three is only a few thousand yen.
On the way back to the hotel from the dungeon, the president taps me on the shoulder.
“Well, I’ll take tomorrow off. The day after tomorrow, I’ll be back in the Blue Dungeon to work on my mana. You can focus on that for the time being!
“Ha, ha…”
Tomorrow I’m going to be soaking wet with frogs again…” Yuma felt gloomy, but he changed his mind. Yuma feels depressed, but he changes his mind.
“Alright! Now that work is over, let’s eat and drink today!
“Hey, Dad! We’re driving home, so don’t drink!”
“What? I’ve put up with you long enough!
The president and Maika started to argue about whether or not to drink. Yuma was upset because things were getting heated up, but Tanaka calmly said “Oh well…” Tanaka calmly said, “Well, well.
“I don’t drink, so I’ll drive. You feel free to have a drink.”
“Oh! Tanaka-san, you know what you’re doing. Okay, let’s go to an izakaya. Izakaya!
In the end, I went out to a restaurant in the ‘City of Explorers’ with the president who felt good about it.
“KANPAI!”
The president of the company, who drinks alone, holds up his mug of beer happily and gulps it down his throat.
“Puh-uh, this is great! You guys eat up, eat up!”
Maika looked at him with a disgusted look on her face, “Don’t be too hard on yourself…” She nailed him.
Yuma, on the other hand, is thirsty for the delicacies in front of him. Sashimi platter, sushi, nabe, yakiniku, you name it.
Yuma and his friends entered the largest tavern in the city of explorers, the YamaYama Dining. The spacious interior of the restaurant was bustling with people after work.
The president of the company, who is in a good mood after drinking, calls out to Yuma, who is hesitating which one to eat with his chopsticks.
“How was it, Yuma? The deep dungeon is different from the blue dungeon.
“Ah, yes! I was especially surprised by the mirage of the labyrinth. Are all deep dungeons like that?”
The president tilts his beer mug in one gulp and drinks it down. He puts the empty mug on the coaster and looks satisfied.
“Well, not all of them. Each dungeon has different characteristics, so there are places where the Mirage of the Labyrinth doesn’t happen.
“Is this ‘Red Dungeon’ the only deep dungeon in Japan?”
“No, there’s another one in Yokohama called the Black Dungeon. I think it’s about 150 levels deep…”
I knew from reading books that the red dungeon has 180 levels. As I recall, the definition of a ‶deep dungeon″ is more than 150 levels.
In other words, the ‘Black Dungeon’ is just barely a deep dungeon.
It’s not surprising that there’s no information about the place since it’s not a popular place. On the other hand, there was something that was bothering Yuma.
“Speaking of which, how do you find out the hierarchy of a dungeon? There are dungeons where you can’t even get to the bottom level.
“Yeah, that’s the thing. I looked into it once when I was a kid. They’re doing some kind of a borehole survey.
The president was eating the meat in front of him with great gusto, munching it down with satisfaction.
Borehole?
Uh… Oh, wait a minute.
He swallows the remaining meat in his mouth and continues talking.
“Well, I don’t know much about it myself. They’re going to excavate the ground next to the dungeon at great depths to check the strata. That’s how they know the level of the dungeon.”
“Heh.”
You’d have to dig hundreds or thousands of meters. Yuma admires those who do such work.
So, the deepest dungeon in the world is…
“Of course. The White Dungeon of Orpheus in Israel.”
