Although I Am Only Level 1, but with This Unique Skill, I Am the Strongest

Yes, and...

And?

Is it still there?

The dungeons and the monsters were different.

No dungeons, no monsters?

Yeah.

...... did you mistake it for another dungeon or something?

That's what I thought at first, too.

So that means we're definitely in Nihonium.

The structure of the dungeon, the monsters that appear, and most importantly, the drops.

All of that has changed dramatically.

I'm going to Nihonium.

I turned myself around and walked towards the transporter room.

A transporter room that instantly transports you to a dungeon level you've been to before.

There, I remembered that I was going to the Nifonium Spirit Room - but I didn't know where to go.

'Not responding?'

I don't know what that means.

...... nihonium first floor, second floor, third floor. All no good.

Let me try my hand at it.

Yeah.

Margaret had used the transporter room when we were in the previous mansion.

I gave way to her and let her use the transporter room.

She reminded me from the spirit room in the same way.

The gate did not open.

But--

'The gate to the first floor is now open.

...... What about upstairs?

No.

Did you go downstairs?

'No, sir. This has been dropped and I have come to inform Master Lyota in a hurry.

"...... I mean, I went to the first floor earlier, so the gate will open. The other levels didn't open because I didn't go to them.

Does that mean it's a separate dungeon?

What do you think?

...... By the looks of it, it was definitely a different dungeon.

Margaret thought for a moment and then replied.

'Can you take me to ......?'

Yes, sir.

I passed through the transfer gate in the form of Margaret, who had been there once, taking me through the transfer gate.

The designated Nihonium dungeon, the first basement floor.

''This is it!''

The moment I entered, I was pleasantly surprised.

It wasn't like this.

It was something completely different.

This dungeon, which had been a natural limestone cave like dungeon, was a complete change.

A pink, pudgy, pulsating 'wall of flesh'.

'An internal dungeon, huh?'

Is this a gut dungeon?

Margaret nods her head and asks me back.

I see, I've calmed down.

The impression I got at first glance was shocking, but these types of dungeons aren't that rare.

There's one in the second half or endgame of most RPGs, a dungeon with a visceral motif.

It's creepy, but it's an "I see" kind of thing.

'This is what it's turned into? Well, it looks good for an undead monster, but ...... no.

I almost understand and discourage it.

'Margaret. I thought the monster changed too.

Yes. Oh, there it is.

Margaret noticed with a huff and pointed behind me.

I turned around and saw that I was under a haunted umbrella.

"A haunted umbrella, huh?

It's an umbrella like the one used in the Edo period, with two arms, one leg, and an eyeball with a mouth on one of them.

It was a Japanese style monster ...... called a haunted umbrella, no, it was a youkai.

'Is that it?'

Yes, that one. That one dropped an apple.

Okay. You can't go to ......, of course you can't.

I pulled my gun out of my pocket.

I want to make sure it's a drop, so I take it down first.

I take aim with the growing bullets in my gun - and shoot.

The strongest bullet hit the haunted umbrella.

It huffed and fell to the ground of its pulsating innards, thinning and disappearing.

'...... Huh?'

There was no drop.

What does that mean?

I don't know. ...... I'll try again.

Yeah.

We walked out into the dungeon.

We searched a bit, and then encountered the haunted umbrella again.

It was possible that shooting the ineffective repetition was not a good idea, so we fired normal bullets at it.

The regular bullets fired in rapid succession hit the "umbrella" part of the haunted umbrella, and the bones and umbrella popped off one by one - and fell.

Just as before, the ghostly umbrellas were vanishing.

But still.

You're not going to drop it, are you?

Please wait. Rato, Socha, Play, Builder.

Calling out the names of the four ninja knights, Margaret plucked at her skirt and hung up as it was.

As I followed her, I saw the scene of her tossing the haunted umbrella, which was thoroughly weakened.

The ghost umbrella, this time, which is quickly creaking away.

''It's dropped.''

...... I mean, don't I just drop it?

I was confused - and a little bit amused - by this completely different development.