Is trying to meet girls in a dungeon, no… a harem, really that wrong?
Conclusion:
I was wrong.
“Urrrroooooarrrrrrr!!!!”
“Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeee?!!”
I’m about to die courtesy of these slightly corrupt and naïve thoughts.
Basically, I’m being chased by the bull-headed man-beast, the Minotaur.
I’m going to be devoured by a monster that my measly Level One attacks
can’t even scratch.
I’m dead. So, so dead.
Where did my dumb, despicable delusions get me? To the Minotaur’s dinner
plate, that’s where. I’m such an idiot…
I was stupid to think I was destined to find my dream girl in a dungeon.
Striking gold in here—the golden locks of a beautiful maiden, that is—was
nothing more than a hopeless fantasy.
Come to think of it, I was doomed the moment I decided to look for my
dream girl in a dungeon where hundreds of adventurers die every day.
Ahh, what would I give to go back in time? To go back to that moment when
I came of age and registered at the guild, eyes sparkling, and punch myself in the
face. That would be so nice…
But that’s not possible, physically or otherwise.
“Uughunnnnn!”
“Daaahhh!”
The Minotaur’s hoof comes crashing down behind me.
Ha-ha! It missed! Eh? When did that crack get there?
Not the most graceful face-plant… Here comes that hoof again! Roll! Now!
“Hoo-hooo…!”
“Waaahhhhhhhh!!!!”
All I can do now is scoot my sorry butt back.
All the cute girls would laugh for sure if they saw me like this. From the
start, guess I never had what it takes to be a beloved hero.
My back hits the wall. Now there really is nowhere to run.
I sprinted all that way, hall after hall, just to get trapped in a wide, square
room. And now I’m cornered.
This really is the end…I think to myself, my teeth chattering and tears rolling
down my cheeks.
The Minotaur’s nose is so close, its putrid breath pounding my skin.
I look up at its ridiculously muscular body. It has to be at least twice my size.
What’s worse, it’s gloating over me with a clumsy, broken smile.
In the end, I didn’t meet any girls at all. The same fantasies that got me in
this mess are running through my head for the last time. Oh look, the Minotaur’s
hoof is above my head…
The next moment, a line shoots across the creature’s torso.
“Huh??”
“Uoohhhh??”
Sounds like he’s just as confused as I am…
The line doesn’t stop there. It travels through thick pectoral muscles, across
the raised leg, up the thigh, to the shoulders, and finally out the Minotaur’s neck.
Now a silver light is shining through…
And so it was that a monster I couldn’t scratch was cut into slabs of meat.
“Guu…?? GWWAAAAAAAAAaaaaaa!!!!”
Its dying roar of surprise and pain echoes through the chamber.
The beast’s body falls to pieces along the dissection incisions, as if the seams
of an overstuffed doll all burst at once. Its dark red “stuffing” sprays out like a
fountain.
Time stands still as a tsunami of beast blood washes over me.
“Are you… okay?”