Chapter 64: Change and Image
After that, he tries to defeat Dung beetle several times, but he can’t succeed very well.
We also try to get a worm-like monster, but this one is so resilient that it repels our nickel.
The armadillo demon was even harder.
“Huh… Huh… Sir, it’s hard.
“You’re pathetic. You’re young, get a grip!”
The boss says good grief and goes and gets one of the dung beetles.
“Hey, Yuuma. I’ll deal some damage to him, you put a stop to it.”
“Oh, yes! Okay. Yes, please.
Since it is known that the last person to defeat a demon will gain the most ‶mana,‶ Yuma gratefully accepts the offer.
The president throws a dung beetle at his feet and squashes it lightly with the end of the handle of his hexagonal club.
Bum–
“Oh.”
The dung beetle turned to silty sand and disappeared.
“Hey! Can’t you even understand your own stupidity?
When Aisha choked him, the boss said, “I’m sorry…” “I’m sorry…” was all the president could say.
But this is getting us nowhere. We can’t get the magic ore we need for our research.
Aisha complains about the president and Yuma’s body language.
“Yuma’s basic fitness is even worse than I expected. This is why young guys these days…”
Damn it… Yuma shakes his head and asks if the boss is just too powerful. He’s frustrated.
I’m not so easy to defeat.
Aisha put her hand on her chin and pondered for a moment, then opened her mouth as if she had an idea.
“Oh! That’s right. Yuma… can you turn me into metal?
Metallization?
Yuma is puzzled by the sudden proposal.
“Yes, if metals collide, the less hardened one will get hurt. There’s no one here but us, and we don’t have to worry about anyone finding out our secret. Let’s give it a try.”
“I see… I see…”
Yuma’s body turns to steel. His whole body turns black, and he slams his fists together, but it doesn’t hurt or itch.
“No matter how many times I see it, it’s still an amazing ability.”
The president says admiringly. Yuma feels better and catches the moving insects to defeat the Dung Beetle.
“By the way, Aisha-san. Does this dung beetle have an official name?”
“No, most of the demons in the other dungeons have official names, but most of the demons in the Black Dungeon don’t have names. No one gives them names. Well, I call them dung beetles, worms, and armadillos.”
That’s just the way it is! Yuma is dumbfounded. They’re naming the dungeons, so it seems like they should name the demons too…
I look down at the dung beetle at my feet, thinking about that.
He clenched his fists and swung down with all his might.
The sound of metal on metal echoes through the dimly lit cavern. What do you think? I look at him expectantly, but the dung beetle is scuttling away.
“Oh no…”
I try to catch and observe the fleeing dung beetle. It is true that its shell is damaged, but I have not been able to knock it down.
“Hmm, I guess I’m not strong enough.”
Aisha is disappointed at the disappointing result.
“I can’t even be sure that 100% of the magic ores will drop like this.”
Yuma looks at the wounded dung beetle, feeling sorry for it. Then it hits him.
“Yes. This is the way to–“
The metal hand undulates and changes. The shape of the hand was changed to that of a dagger, inspired by the image of a ‘dagger’ that I have seen many times.
Place a dung beetle on the ground and thrust a dagger into it from above.
Zakk–
The dagger that Yuma created easily pierced through the shell of the dung beetle. The insect, which had been flailing its legs for a while, runs out of energy and disappears into the sand.
“Oh, my gosh! Yuma.”
“You can do it, Yuma!”
They seemed surprised that they had managed to defeat Dung beetle for the first time.
Aisha holds Yuma’s changed right hand and observes him closely.
“I see… If the hardness is harder… then slashing is more effective than hitting… That certainly makes sense.
“Hi, uh… Hi.”
“But the edge is warped. You’re making it up as you go along, aren’t you?”
Yes, sir.
“If we can image it more accurately, we might be able to make sharper blades.”
Aisha’s mouth twists into a grin as she says this. She seems to be quite interested in Yuma’s body.
At that moment the president noticed something lying at Yuma and Aisha’s feet.
Hey, that!
Yuma and Aisha, their gazes shifted to their feet. A small gap in the sand.
It was a small metal ball, about an inch across.
