The Magical Hunter Girl Decorates the Dungeon! - Chapter 50

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Magic Hunter Girl Decorates a Dungeon! Episode 050
A dungeon message appeared.
Condition 20% Complete
The Baby Angel Statue spun lazily in place, now fixed deep within the Pond. Geum-hui dusted off her hands and stepped back several paces.
She didn’t emerge from the water. It was the Pond’s turn to be inspected now.
“Pretty wide, isn’t it? The water’s so murky I can’t see a thing, though. Should I wade in?”
“Just a moment.”
Ijee and Siheon sat at the water’s edge, staring intently into the depths below.
The mud-clouded water that Geum-hui had stirred up while wading slowly settled. A plump carp drifted past, its fins undulating gently.
“Carp.”
“It suits a pond.”
[An Amur Tree Frog just passed by.]
“A tree frog? Shouldn’t that be living in the mountains then?”
“By that logic, ponds weren’t exactly natural habitats for angel statues that collect coins either.”
“Hmm. That’s duckweed. And a water strider next to it.”
“My, my—Ijee knows her stuff! You must’ve paid attention in biology class, didn’t you?”
“Hehe…”
By then, the water had grown fairly clear.
Though the four of them pooled every creature they could name, they found nothing that definitively shouldn’t exist in a pond.
Geum-hui peered down into the murky depths below.
“I’ll dive down.”
“That’s dangerous!”
“We can’t linger here forever. Let me just go as far as I can and… huh? Something’s in the way.”
Geum-hui stopped short, drew a breath, and bent at the waist. After a moment—
“What have we here?”
She rose holding a large Rechargeable Electric Chainsaw.
Ijee tilted her head curiously.
“A chainsaw? In the old days that’d be like an axe, right? So it makes sense for a pond to have one, doesn’t it?”
“Our Ijee deserves full marks for creativity!”
Siheon shook his head flatly.
“Unless we’ve found a mountain spirit in the pond bottom, a chainsaw doesn’t belong there originally.”
“No long-bearded goblins spotted, so let’s just take it out.”
Siheon’s common sense proved sound—they soon found a tree stump on the mountainside with a slot that matched the chainsaw’s blade precisely.
The moment Geum-hui fitted the chainsaw into the slot, a sharp click sounded and a message bloomed forth.
Condition 40% Complete
Their next search naturally led them to the mountain.
“Look, something over there… oh, a squirrel! It’s so chubby and adorable, see!”
“Of course there’d be squirrels in the mountains. You don’t need to point out every—I mean, you don’t have to mention those things.”
Siheon had tried his best. But he couldn’t contain Grimoire’s wrath.
[Don’t give Ijee a hard time! That squirrel could be a mutant produced in a lab for all we know!]
“By that logic, we should tear apart every single tree! It might be a fake one too, after all!”
[Well said, Rabbit! Go on and gnaw at that tree with those front teeth of yours!]
While the two squabbled, Ijee discovered something peculiar.
“Here—there’s a Beer Can!”
Geum-hui heaved a deep sigh.
“Someone could have littered it.”
“I see. What about… these Socks?”
“Don’t touch those. There are humans out there who hike up mountains in ratty old socks, then rush to change into proper hiking gear and toss the old ones.”
“Oh, I see.”
“Humans drag so much nonsense up mountains the eye doesn’t know where to rest.”
Despite the hill being modest in height, thoroughly searching it proved no easy task.
As time passed, their expressions grew increasingly grave.
What could possibly be an item that shouldn’t exist in a mountain?
Ijee was contemplating whether she should catch a squirrel next to verify if it was robotic—
When Siheon discovered something of his own.
“A Speaker. Not a Bluetooth or portable model either.”
“It’s quite large.”
Its power cord was carelessly plugged into a tree trunk.
‘Poor tree…’
Ijee carefully unplugged the cord, and Geum-hui carried the Speaker away.
As they walked downhill toward the Metal Building, Siheon spoke.
“Anyone spot dangerous beasts or traps on the mountain?”
“No. No snakes or tigers.”
“That’s strange. For a B-Rank Dungeon, everything’s been awfully smooth, hasn’t it?”
“Now that you mention it… yes?”
[Dungeon Rank is calculated by the magical power a dungeon contains. It doesn’t necessarily correlate with how dangerous it is.]
“But usually it does. An enormous Boss Mob might emerge. Don’t expect the one percent chance—prepare for the ninety-nine percent danger—gaaaah!”
Siheon tumbled headlong down the slope. Geum-hui explained to Ijee.
“Rabbits have long hind legs, so they can’t run downhill well. My father used to always drive rabbits downslope when hunting them as a boy.”
“I had no idea!”
“…Ugh, please spare me the calm explanations!”
Siheon’s warning proved prescient nonetheless. Geum-hui’s steps became more cautious than before. Ijee matched pace with the now dust-covered Siheon.
They soon reached a two-story building.
The exterior was plain whitewashed plaster, but the door was sheet metal.
The tilted door fell away the moment Geum-hui touched it, crashing into what looked like a metal dog food bowl in the entryway.
Clang—!
“Oh my!”
“Who wrecked the hinges? I shudder to think what the inside looks like.”
Geum-hui entered first, confirmed no one was present, then called the others inside.
Upon entering, dry air pricked sharply at their noses.
“Cough! Ugh… is this a storage shed?”
“No, it’s a smithy. Look over there. That’s what we call an anvil.”
One corner of the space was dominated by an enormous furnace reaching to the ceiling, surrounded by an anvil, hammer stands, and similar equipment.
The opposite side was crammed with metal tools in storage racks—hoes, short swords, hoeing forks, arrowheads…
The eras were all mixed up.
Within that curious landscape—
Ijee located the Speaker’s resting place.
“There! No dust settled on that spot!”
A clean square outline stood out on a desk in the corner of the first floor. Geum-hui set the Speaker in that exact spot. An old outlet conveniently lay nearby.
Click!
Condition 60% Complete
So far, everything had gone smoothly.
Siheon curled his front toes in calculation.
“Now we just need to find the item for the Field… which means we still have one more thing to do.”
“First let’s find what shouldn’t be here, then we’ll do another sweep.”
“Understood. Ijee, from now on just follow right behind me.”
The cluttered first floor was packed with things that were decidedly not natural objects.
Anvil, bellows, various tools, jars, kindling…
Especially sharp blades. Geum-hui kept glancing at Ijee every three seconds, worried she might cut herself on something, which made the investigation lag considerably.
Just then, Grimoire came down from the second floor.
[One of the adults needs to go check upstairs. I think both things we’re looking for are up there.]
“Great, I’ll go too!”
[Ijee stays here! Geum-hui—you go alone. You’ll recognize what should be in the Field the moment you see it.]
“Understood.”
Geum-hui stepped onto the first stair. Nearly simultaneously, the wooden steps groaned and collapsed beneath her.
“Guess the stairs have osteoporosis.”
“I’ll go instead. You keep watch over the little one.”
Siheon bounded up the stairs swiftly.
Soon he reached the second floor.
In a space half the size of the first floor, Siheon immediately understood why Grimoire had called for an adult.
On the floor of an interior balcony overlooking the first level—
There lay the carcass of a young deer.
Fang marks from a carnivore were vivid on its hide, and parts of its body had been reduced to bone.
Nothing like the neat manner of a human kill.
[That’s a deer that met its end by the Field’s law. It belongs in the Field even in death.]
“I see. I’ll need to tell Ijee to look away.”
Siheon channeled Magical Power into his paws and reached forward, then realized too late that his strength alone wouldn’t manage this. The bulk was too great for a rabbit to handle.
‘Is there anything I could use as a stretcher?’
Siheon looked around—
Within that jumbled landscape—
He discovered the other of the “two things” Grimoire had mentioned.
In the corner of the second floor lay a great Crystal, cradling Jin Siheon within it.
Siheon rushed toward the Crystal.
“Ah… ah… my soul! This is my soul, isn’t it?”
[It feels right to me.]
He needn’t have asked. He could sense it already—the pounding heart, the warmth emanating as he approached, all proving this was his missing piece.
[I had hoped Geum-hui would come up first to distract you from that, but alas…]
“…”
[Will you absorb it now? Just shatter the Crystal.]
“…No.”
Siheon raised his right foot, then lowered it.

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