Monster Company Tycoon - Chapter 36

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Monster Company Tycoon
Chapter 36
Clang, clang.
A headless suit of massive armor walks through the corridors of the Floor.
Each time flickering torchlight swept across the surface of the black plating, an eerie atmosphere seeped through the air.
Watching it move about the Dungeon like this, the sheer oppressive presence was nothing to scoff at.
If Durahan were to become the 1st Floor Platform Master, she’d fit the role perfectly.
“You’ve arrived.”
“Sabira.”
“…Ragnar. My dear friend, beloved and resented in equal measure.”
My worry that they might not recognize her proved unnecessary.
Ragnar and Luadis identified the towering monster they could only see as armor instantly as Sabira.
At last, childhood friends reunited at the 1st Floor Gateway. At the same moment, master and two disciples gathered in one place.
A strange current flowed between the three as they regarded one another.
“Just a moment! As administrator of this Dungeon, I have some matters to brief you on beforehand.”
I wedged myself between the three without preamble.
In any case, this mess was of their own making. I had no further obligation to be considerate.
If they insist on counting clashing bodies and swinging blades as “conversation,” then so be it.
If only they’d open their hearts and speak honestly—misunderstandings would clear in a flash and everything could end well. Why deliberately choose the hard path?
In any case, I had something far more pressing to attend to.
“As of this moment, you are in exclusive rental of the entirety of this Dungeon’s 1st Floor Gateway.”
I gestured, and the sealed doors of the Gateway swung open in unison. Normally, these could only be opened by defeating our staff and taking their keys.
“During the rental period, access by other adventurers is restricted, making normal operations impossible. According to protocol, we should charge you for facility rental plus separate compensation for lost business revenue. However…!”
“We’re not making even one day’s worth of profit anyway, are we?”
Brownie popped out and drove the point home.
…….
Was there anyone here who didn’t know that fact?
“In any case! This time, I’ll apply a friends discount and waive everything—both the rental fee and lost business compensation. Doesn’t that sound nice?”
I flashed them a grin.
Of course, if they decided to bolt from the Dungeon right now and handle their affairs outside, I couldn’t really object.
But all three would find that inconvenient in various ways.
For Ragnar and Luadis, there was the worry that Durahan might slip away again the moment she stepped outside. And there was also the possibility of combat breaking out and endangering the town.
From that perspective, the Dungeon was the ideal place to settle matters without interference.
Block outside eyes? Done!
Since it’s a facility built for combat, they can rampage freely? Done!
Besides, the two of them believed Durahan was currently trapped within the Dungeon, so they wouldn’t worry about her suddenly fleeing.
Peace of mind? Done!
“However, before using the facilities, please be aware of one important precaution.”
I added one more thing while keeping my smile in place.
“Damage incidental to normal combat is acceptable, but should excessive fighting damage the facilities or furnishings, we will charge separately for restoration costs.”
This was important. Very important!
“Our Dungeon is poor and lacks the resources to cover large-scale repair expenses on our own, you understand.”
Luadis looked at me with an expression of genuine admiration.
“So please keep this in mind, and do your best to ensure the facilities sustain no damage as you conduct yourselves. You both agree, yes?”
I didn’t bother waiting for a response.
“Well then, that concludes the rental briefing!”
What it boiled down to was: fight if you must, but don’t you dare trash the Dungeon in the process.
Especially since Ragnar seems like someone who actually might be capable of doing exactly that.
“Oh, and don’t mind me from here on—just continue with what you were doing!”
Having said all I needed to, I left the area with a relieved feeling.
I’d already evacuated all the staff to the Underground.
I myself quickly rushed into my Personal Office.
‘No point hovering nearby and getting caught up in it myself.’
From there, I could monitor various parts of the Dungeon extremely conveniently using the power of a Sacred Object—much like CCTV.
Six blue screens materialized above my desk.
The figures of the three appeared clearly on each screen, viewed from different angles.
‘As expected, I can’t retrieve information on Ragnar and Luadis.’
When Teon and his companion challenged the Dungeon, their Level and combat power displayed on the screens.
“At my current level, I can only view the information of challengers below Level 10. To see anything higher, I’d need to strengthen the Sacred Object.”
Ragnar and Luadis’s information showed as [???]. It meant their Levels were far too high.
“Are they actually going to fight? Man, I should’ve brought snacks.”
Beyond keeping the Dungeon intact, there was one more thing I hoped for: that Ragnar wouldn’t damage Durahan too severely.
I’d already earmarked her as staff—and as the 1st Floor Boss, no less.
If she became unable to fight, that would be a serious problem.
I shifted my gaze to the desk.
There lay Durahan’s résumé, written in her own hand.
“She’s unexpectedly diligent. She filled in every single answer without leaving anything blank.”
Durahan.
No prior experience. No certifications.
Of course not. By all accounts, Sabira had only recently become a monster.
She was practically a fresh graduate entering the workforce. How could someone like that have work experience?
She’d been too busy searching for her head to study for certifications.
[Application Motivation: Because you said you’d help find lost items.]
That was exactly the reason I’d expected.
But still, it’s a résumé—did it have to be so blunt?
She could’ve started with something like, “I was drawn to your company’s welfare benefits and am committed to joining…”
Miss Durahan, this is a real problem.
No one but our Dungeon would hire you with a résumé like this. You’d better plan on a lifetime career here.
But then a single line, scrawled almost as an afterthought, caught my attention.
[And the Dungeon manager resembles Boksil. Kind of cute. My type.]
That enormous suit of armor had actually picked up a pen and written this… It really didn’t fit her image at all.
Come to think of it, her tone of voice didn’t match the heavy, serious impression either. The only thing that worked was her voice itself.
When you hear “Durahan,” you’d expect someone taciturn and grave, but this version of Durahan—the Sabira version—felt almost straightforward and casual.
Her original personality must have had a strong influence on her.
So perhaps Sabira, in life, had been cheerful and glib by nature?
The complete opposite of the stolid, unhurried Ragnar.
‘Funny how those two ended up as friends. Though at this rate, I’ve got no idea how it’ll end.’
Next came the self-introduction essay.
“…This monster really didn’t find all her memories, did she?”
What filled that spacious section was masquerading as a cover letter, but was actually… a love letter.
[Hey, Boksil? I liked you the moment I first saw you.
I wanted to confess the second I entered the Dungeon, but I was stupidly too nervous back then…]
One thing was clear: Durahan might have been conscientious enough to complete her résumé, but she hadn’t taken it very seriously.
‘I left her locked in to write it, so she must’ve been bored out of her mind.’
I could overlook this kind of prank generously because I knew Durahan’s original form, Sabira, was female.
From the photo alone I’d been uncertain, but seeing her voice and the general shape of the armor, I could be sure.
Back at my previous job, I’d met plenty of people who pulled pranks like this, so it wasn’t particularly unusual.
“So the only salvageable section is the combat information?”
That was the part that revealed a monster’s true specs.
Species type: Undead. Level… 40?
Our current staff’s average level hadn’t even reached 10.
In that sense, Durahan’s starting level was quite high.
Certainly, without this special connection, it would’ve been difficult for our Dungeon to recruit an employee of her caliber.
She wouldn’t have even submitted a résumé in the first place.
It was as if we’d posted a job listing and, against astronomical odds, drawn an A-rank employee card.
Attack Power 666, Defense 666.
“That’s an ominous number.”
Attribute: Earth. Specialty skills….
I was slowly reviewing Durahan’s available techniques when commotion erupted from beyond the monitor.
Just moments before, they’d maintained a sharp standoff in silence, but now an argument had suddenly broken out.
Though it did seem somewhat one-sided.
I set the résumé aside for a moment and focused on the monitoring screen.
As expected, Luadis was driving the conversation.
Surely he was about to smoothly mediate between his disciples like a true master teacher….
“If you’re going to act that stupidly, then both of you draw your swords right now!”
There was nothing of the sort.
Luadis seemed intent on simply throwing them at each other, exactly as he’d declared to me.

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