The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! - Chapter 46

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The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates a Dungeon! Episode 46
“Lanes 1 and 2—what’s the holdup? You can fill the container, right?”
“Huff, huff, as fast as I—”
“When you answer, look people in the eye. Kids these days have no manners.”
“Sir? Then the conveyor belt will…….”
“Are you ignoring the Supervisor right now?”
“……No, sir.”
A moment later, the sound of objects tumbling out came crashing down. Someone let out a small cry.
The man presumed to be the Supervisor chuckled darkly.
“Can’t work, can’t show respect. What exactly can you do?”
“Ugh…….”
“Fill your quota, now. Keep the belt moving! Don’t stop!”
Whirrrrr…….
The sound of machinery roared back to life, drowning out the worker’s groans and everyone else’s sighs.
‘Is Grandmother all right?’
They were all adults, so they’d know the Respect for the Elderly…….
‘I need to find the Dungeon first, then check on Grandmother!’
According to the patients, the Dungeon attached to this Factory would be hard to find the entrance to.
Apparently it was because they kept dumping Factory trash around the Dungeon.
‘That’s illegal.’
School had taught her that.
A Dungeon owner was supposed to keep the area around the Dungeon clean and post a sign.
That way people wouldn’t wander in by accident.
‘This manager is a bad person and hasn’t studied either.’
After punishing him, she’d definitely need to teach him Dungeon management law.
How long had she been moving along the Factory wall?
Right after Grimoire trembled with a signal that they were almost there.
Iji rounded a corner into the Alley and found herself blocked by someone.
It was a man smoking a cigarette.
“Huh? You, kid. What are you doing here?”
“Hello. I’m an elementary school reporter.”
Iji bowed her head as she normally did.
“I’m trying to interview people about ‘What kind of work do adults do at the Factory?’—”
“Leave me out of it.”
The man waved his hand dismissively.
“I see the chairman’s grandson lets everybody in. Did he approve this?”
“Um, isn’t it okay to pass through here?”
“……Why pass through? It’s not okay.”
“There’s no sign that says restricted area, hac-koff!”
She actually coughed.
But the man didn’t hide his cigarette—instead, he drew the smoke deep into his mouth—
“Whoooosh—!”
And blew it straight down at her.
……And exactly one second later.
“Wh, what?”
His face turned bright red. Soon a violent cough erupted.
“Hack, cough, cough-cough!”
“Sir? What’s wrong?”
“Ahhhhh! The, the smoke, smell!”
The man gasped for breath.
Iji belatedly understood what was happening.
‘The Rainbow Butterfly!’
In her bag, the Rainbow Butterfly was reflecting back the cigarette smoke that had been attacking Iji.
And what’s more—
“Ahhh, cough-cough!”
The man’s gasping grew worse and worse.
His whole body convulsed as he tried to expel the smoke that had lodged in his lungs, but strangely, the more he coughed, the more the smoke came back at him.
That was probably because…….
‘I’m standing right in front of him.’
At first, the Butterfly had treated the smoke he blew down as an attack and reflected it.
Then his first cough—which carried the stale smell of cigarettes from his breath—was also treated as an attack and reflected. The second cough, the third…….
“Sir.”
“Ahhhhh!”
The moment Iji stepped closer, the man was attacked by his own cigarette smell again.
Finally grasping the principle, he stumbled backward, trembling.
“D, don’t, come near, hac-koff! You, your, cigarette smell, cough!”
“I thought you liked cigarettes?”
“Ahhh……. This, this is different!”
Strange. If he liked cigarettes, why did he hate it now? It was one of those mysteries of adulthood.
The peculiar man flailed about for a while, then spun around and bolted through a gap in the thinning smoke.
“Wait, sir!”
“Get awayyyy!”
She’d meant to ask where the Dungeon was.
But he didn’t run far.
“Out of the way!”
“…….”
Just as he tried to shove past someone in his path, his outstretched arm was grabbed instead, and he tumbled forward.
His scream was muffled against the Factory wall.
“Thud.”
There was no follow-up cry. He’d knocked his head against the wall and lost consciousness.
The person who’d thrown him spoke while steadying him against her shoulder.
“Does this fool smoke until there’s nothing left but the butt? Look at how he reeks. On memorial day, he’d probably ask for a cigarette instead of incense.”
“Grandmother!”
Iji spotted Geumhui emerging from across the way and ran to her, flinging her arms around her. Fortunately, Geumhui looked unharmed.
“Are you hurt? Are you all right?”
“Your grandmother’s always fine. What’s there to fear?”
“There are bad adults in the Factory……. I heard people being harassed inside. Nobody seemed to help.”
“Don’t worry. I was treated with plenty of Respect for the Elderly.”
“Really? Thank goodness.”
It was a half-lie.
Geumhui didn’t bother explaining the adult reality that people are too exhausted to bully anyone when the work is brutal enough.
The truth was that nobody had the energy to help the victim while the Supervisor comfortably worked his cruelty—
but Geumhui simply wasn’t on his radar.
Bullies always have an uncanny instinct for spotting easy prey.
The Supervisor’s eyes had somehow managed to avoid Geumhui entirely—that steely gaze of a retired athlete who’d lived through the turbulent decades of the seventies and eighties, the one that said, ‘Try touching me if you’re bored; I’ll show you something fun.’
Geumhui hoisted the man onto her shoulder and spoke.
“This fellow was our Factory’s Supervisor. He was tormenting the employees something fierce.”
“That guy from before! I heard him yelling outside!”
“He advertised himself all over the neighborhood. Well, when he said he was going out for a smoke, I followed him—and this is what happened.”
“If he’s the Supervisor, we should take him into the Dungeon and make him regret his ways!”
“Smart girl.”
The two of them checked the Map they’d already obtained and headed toward where the Dungeon was supposed to be.
Soon a second trial awaited them.
They’d heard the Dungeon Entrance was in bad shape, but…….
‘It’s remarkably filthy!’
In a Vacant Lot at the corner of the Factory.
Rusted containers, broken portable toilets, and a dumped truck cab surrounded a heap of Magical Stone Waste.
In other words—
‘There are so many doors!’
Which one led to the Dungeon?
‘Even the patient aunts and uncles didn’t know.’
A few people who’d been to the Dungeon had said—
‘We were shown the door that led to the Dungeon, but I can’t remember which one. All I remember is that everything around it was a disaster.’
‘They made us wait until the Dungeon regenerated, then suddenly rushed us along. We didn’t have time to remember which door it was.’
The Dungeon’s own Magical Aura was hard to sense—the Magical Stone Waste continuously gave off a faint Aura of its own.
“Hmm…… Grimoire. Which of all these doors could be hiding the Dungeon Entrance?”
[Hmm. There, beyond that light-blue door—I sense something odd.]
The door Grimoire pointed to was a portable toilet door. Iji took a few steps forward, then hesitated, her voice trembling.
“Are you sure it’s the Dungeon……? If it’s not, I think I’ll regret it forever…….”
[……Wait a moment. Let me check a few other places.]
Geumhui shook the Supervisor by the collar, but he wouldn’t wake.
“What should we do? Should we just try opening them all? ……Oh dear.”
When she pulled open the tilted container door, trash rolled out with a loud clatter.
They risked being spotted by someone else.
“Let’s find one that looks like it might be the real entrance and be done with it.”
Geumhui was making noise with her fists when—
a small idea suddenly gleamed in Iji’s mind.
“I think I know.”
“Oh? How?”
“First, this door!”
Iji had chosen the sliding door of a cargo storage container. Geumhui figured she might as well and slid it open from the side.
“Screech!”
The door groaned open sideways—
and truly, beyond the metal door.
The distinctive blue glow of a Dungeon Entrance flickered into view.
Geumhui gasped in admiration.
“How did you know?”
“I’ll tell you inside! Hurry!”
“All right, let’s go!”
Geumhui hoisted the Supervisor on her back, and Iji gripped her sleeve tightly as they stepped into the Dungeon.
In the darkness, gravel crunched under their feet with each step.
Soon the passage seemed to stretch endlessly, and the surroundings brightened as a message appeared.
You have entered the Dungeon.
Clear Condition: Block the water’s path.

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