Meikyuu Toshi no Antique Shop

"Hmm, this sounds like a..." Sleepless Ring "

Fujiwara checks the ring that the customer's middle-aged dwarf brought with his right eye monocular.

The material is steel, rustic with no pattern.

If the magic letters hadn't been sculpted inside the ring, they would have remained invisible even if they had fallen.

Therein it is written, Thou shalt not sleep.

"Was that supposed to prevent forced sleep through traps and sorcery?

"That's right. That's a familiar popular item. It's not of good quality, but it's useful because if you use it all night, you'll be drowsy."

"Hmm... you don't have much use for me"

The middle-aged Dwarf said as he rubbed a long stored mustache that seemed uninterested.

He is a seeker called 'Grave Digging'. If they are not regular but come here very occasionally, they will request an appraisal.

I remember his face because it was characterised by a very thick neighborhood under his eyes, but from what I can tell from the words, he may be insomniac.

What you're looking for, for example, would be more of a drowsy item. Maybe it's better to serve rum-dropped hot milk than coffee while you're appraising.

With that in mind, Fujiwara turns her attention to the ring again.

If you look closely at the surface, you will see that it was forged with hammers. Compared to casting, it is not suitable for mass production and the design is difficult to elaborate, but when created in this way, the strength of the metal can be drawn out during the machining process, so it becomes long-lasting.

It could be described as the work of an artisan standing up for his arms.

Maybe it's not just a ring. Somehow, Fujiwara's appraiser told me so.

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"Come on, come on, come on."

Middle-aged Dwarf's "Grave Digging" is a stiff sole of safety shoes, and he still stomps the clatter until it shatters the clatter trying to move.

"... ugh"

Now we will have stabbed a stop in the fifth skeleton (skeleton) today.

Fifth basement. commonly known as' Co-Cereal Cemetery (Cemetary) '.

With its warm, smelly air, this hierarchy is a mossy, humid, hard dirt ground where grave markers are protruding.

By way of a theory, it seems that those who have unfortunately lost their lives in the dungeon have been transported here and buried at some point, and few people visit here in search of a companion who can hardly be reunited as long as they are detached.

Coffins buried under tomb marks may also contain artifacts like items and gold coins in place of carcasses, and are therefore a great place to make money for immoral and goldless seekers.

Of course, not only that, but there may be grave traps and undead monsters hidden, so it's not a glimmer.

By the way, the reason 'Tomb Mooring' is always visiting here is not to look for dead people, nor to make change.

"... Ooh ya?

In the middle of putting massive scattered bones back in the coffin, he stops his hand on the lid and raises his face. I thought I heard a scream somewhere.

Rushing in the direction in which his voice sounded, the girl holding the short sword is fighting the undead monster trying to shelter the other girl.

The opponent has three skeletons and five dead ghosts (ghouls). It's a lot of passive situations.

"This way, Zoe! You undead bastards!

"Tomb moat" shouts out for caution.

Then when I set up the axe, I first propelled forward vigorously towards the nearby skeleton (Skeleton).

He is in this hierarchy for one reason. To keep hunting undead monsters.

Continue to fight even the skeletons (skeletons) and corpse ghosts (ghouls) gushing out of their graves on the day they come and the day they come, instead of waving axes, dropping their legs, destroying their ribs, dropping their arms, breaking their skulls, crawling their hearts, crushing their spines, snapping their necks, turning them into fragments. That was life work for him.

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A few years ago, 'Tomb Mooring' lost its people here.

It was all because of The Hundred Nights (Pandemonium).

It is a phenomenon in which the explorers and monsters killed by the undead monsters, for some reason, rise up as deceased on the spot, strike another, and increase the number in the formula. What could not have happened was happening in the dungeon at that time.

And now it was the banishment, but the undead monsters swept through every hierarchy, which had plunged the Seeker and the Labyrinth City deeper and deeper into fear and recession.

That was part of the day when 'grave digging' and a buddy (party) came across.

Still a sight to daydream about - it's a flock, flock and flock of skeletons (skeletons), grieving spirits (raises), corpse ghosts (ghouls), fires (Will Orwisp), crying women (banshees), gold coins of the deceased (creeping coins), ghosts (wight), pumpkin haunts (jack orlanterns) coming from all directions.

The moment he was surrounded by them, he feared from the bottom of his heart.

Forgot the Dwarf's possession of being a brave and magnificent warrior by birth, renouncing the job while in an avant-garde position that was supposed to be a shield and a sword.

And when I realized, I didn't even build a way out of my people, I abandoned them for help, and I was running away. The only thing on my mind was that I could help.

Thanks to a heartbreaking rush, I was able to return to earth with my life in mind. Of course, it was only then that I realized that what I had lost as a price was too great.

"Get out of the way. Yeah, yeah."

"Gravedigging" kicks a jump around the ribs of a skeleton (skeleton) with a dagger in his hands, and when he presses it against the ground, he waves an axe, strikes two shots at the cuff, crushing each shoulder with one blow, and disabling.

"Ladies... are you okay?

"Ha!"

"It's okay...... Huh!

Two girls struggling with another deceased get back to me. Make sure they're not hurt badly, and when you nod loudly, you get up and look for your next target.

For your convenience, the undead monsters seem to have an easy-going personality. Change your goals. It's time to come this way. The speed of walking was slow, but you shouldn't let go of your mind because when you are inadvertently approached, you get horrible eyes.

Corpse ghosts (ghouls) come out with forces that don't skip themselves for good that they're already dead, so if they grab them, they break the bones in their arms, and if they hug them, they risk breaking their spines.

On the other hand, the skeleton (skeleton), as we've seen, is muscleless but springy toy-like in its lightness and leap, suddenly packing distance from an occasional insane position. An attack that builds momentum would be fatal if properly received.

Five and two left.

If you want to encounter it in the "Joint Cemetery," that's where the big place is.

But this is not enough compared to that time. It was a smiling number.

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At that time, it was a hell of a day of regret waiting for the escaped 'grave moat'.

Is it out of guilt, emptying a bottle of distilled liquor didn't intoxicate me, closing my eyes about the floor didn't sleep, and the voices of my dead friends began to echo from nowhere.

And one day I came back to this' joint cemetery ', driven by feelings I couldn't help myself. I stuck my axe in obsession with the undead monster that came out of the grave. "The Hundred Nights" had already been stopped by the hands of others, but only while we were fighting here did I feel comfortable only with the sushi.

Ever since, I've been hunting without going back to earth for much.

"Ladies, wait a minute!

"Ha!"

"Good luck............!

"Gravedigging" takes a blow with a circular shield by the skeleton (skeleton) that was on the left, while the corpse ghost pokes an axe at that yellow toothed eye he's been trying to bite.

"All right, next."

Trying to pull out the axe and slap it straight into the skeleton (skeleton), 'Grave Digging' noticed something growing around his right chest, over his throat.

"... WOW, my God!

That's the pattern of the dagger that the skeleton (skeleton) that took down the first time seemed to hold. He was stabbed at some point. The place was the only place. It seemed deadly.

But when "grave moat" is pulled out without a thing, he throws it on the spot, and now he forcefully swallows the blood that creaks up from the back of his throat.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

"Grave moat" stabbed the skull of the skeleton (skeleton) waving its axe as it roared.

The rest is united with four more bodies.

I have always thought that I would not spare my life.

So if there's just enough time to protect the two girls over there, there's no use losing anything else after that.

The people at the liquor store, where "Tomb Mooring" often takes a leg, say that he's bumping his wrath here with no place to do it, because he's fighting for the blessings of his late companions. They think everyone is doing an undead monster exorcism for revenge and sustenance.

But it's not.

The facts are different.

I forgot that "Tomb Mooring" eats and sleeps and even drinks, and I kept fighting like I was stuck because somewhere in my mind I was waiting for a moment to come when I would be killed just like my buddies.

It is redemption, penance and passive suicide that he is in this place.

When I said it, it was just a pitiful act because I wanted to make myself easier.

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"Apparently, this ring is too powerful for anything else."

Fujiwara sighed deeply after completing the appraisal.

"Is the effect of a normal 'sleepless ring' just to quench drowsiness, which apparently 'takes away' the very act of sleeping"

"It's sappy for amateurs, but how is that different?

Dwarf, called "Tomb Mooring," asks so with a long beard, so Fujiwara sums up his words for a while, then explains.

"Whereas as long as you keep wearing it, you'll never sleep, you'll never lose consciousness in any condition..."

"That doesn't matter how hard you get hit?

"Yeah, you'll never faint again."

"Hmm."

"In addition, when used in magic circuits, they are exchanged for 'the pain and pain of living in this world'."

There will be a price to pay when using a grant tool (magic item). Generally speaking, it is the magic contained in the user's own blood, but few other things, such as hair, nails, etc. are required that are said to be part of the body.

But examples like this one are relatively rare.

"Bite it down and say," It's not painful to suffer from illness, and it's painless to suffer an injury. "

It's also because trace amounts of magic around your body are working to instill emotions and arouse sensations. You won't be able to feel any more pain or suffering than you would if you offered them.

Probably no longer tired or hungry.

Well, that sounds like a lot of convenience.

For the first time, our guest Dwarf looks at us with an interested face.

"That's what they tend to think...... I don't even realize that my body is weak without pain and suffering. Additionally, people sleep to heal their bodies. If you use it, it will debilitate before you realize it, and you will die."

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What is more, the pain and suffering, the negative emotions, which may seem unnecessary at first sight, are necessary in exchange. Everything leads to a living feeling. It is certain that the physical and mental health will eventually be damaged if we lose it.

'Too powerful a grant tool is equal to being cursed' is the word of the master.

Cursed grant tools are meant to refer to those whose effects have been distorted as a result of the resentment and madness of producers and users in the magic circuit.

But having the ability to deviate too far as a 'sleepless ring' and designed to harm the user, it would be helpful to classify this as being cursed.

Fujiwara came to life when she put magic into the ring, remembering the engraving of the magic workshop and feeling thin and cold. Because there was a painting pattern there where the cat-backed clown he knew so well was mocking.

The ringmaker is' Mad Clown 'John Du Godard.

Someone who wanted to use that power only to make people unhappy while having enough witchcraft to envy everyone.

Every single thing he produces is like this can only be described as a bad hobby prank toy (joke goods).

And all of that has driven the fate of its users crazy, sometimes causing confusion to society.

Therefore, what I would happily try to obtain of his work did not glance at some of the favourites.

"Either way, it's a good idea to sell or throw away right away"

"As far as it goes. Shall I follow your advice?"

The middle-aged Dwarf, with a thick eye neighborhood that said so and nodded, took the ring placed on the counter and stared at it as if he had been fascinated.

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"Uncle Dwarf!

Two girls rushed over when they sank several skeletons (skeletons) to the ground and added a stop blow to the brain weather. Apparently, they cleaned up the rest for me.

"Are you all right?

"Are you all right, ladies?

"We're no big deal."

"That wound... does it hurt...?

Hidden behind the girl with the short sword, the freckle sorcerer-like style girl asks without fear. Apparently, she was being seen with a dagger stabbed.

"Hmmm... right..."

"Gravedigging" had been fighting selflessly for a while, so I had completely forgotten about the injury. I'll check my body again, but the blood was coming out of my chest, but not as much as I thought, and I'll stretch a lot, try flexing exercises, but nothing has changed.

"Apparently, it's childless."

"Good. Like I stabbed him deep... because I could see him..."

"This potion. Drink if you like."

"Hmm. You can't lick Dwarf's robustness. This much injuries, licking, healing."

The girls look relieved and break their faces.

"Are you ladies explorers, too?

"Yes, I've never been to the fifth floor before, but I think I've stretched my back too far..."

"Maybe I need some more training..."

"Let's do that, too. If I could start over, I'd never go over it."

The girls then invited me back to the ground with them, but the lost 'grave dig' ended up saying I had business to say no.

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After dropping them off, I wander around the 'joint cemetery' again for a while.

When did you end up back on the ground drinking?

Even the last day I was on the floor, I can't remember anymore because I feel like I've even had a meal on a far day.

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"Grave Digging" stops and puts his hand on his chest.

I still try to make sure again and again but the heartbeat didn't come through. Besides the bloodstained and muddy skin, the skin feels cold, with no tension and a clay-like texture.

I also tried to pinch my nose and hold my breath, but I couldn't breathe any longer. Probably not a matter of lung viability.

"... Hmm"

Drop your neck and make sure of that dull color that fits in your left index finger as thick as a meat bowel stuffing.

Apparently, the ring was more powerful than that granting tool store owner thought.

Much pain, suffering, fatigue and even hunger remained unaffected thanks to the dedication of "The Pain and Pain of Living the World". Whether the blood flow stopped because of it, breathing stopped, or heartbeat stopped, he seemed to keep fighting without realizing it.

He became aware of the fact that he was dead some time ago.

It is surprising, however, that the flesh, on the contrary, had the effect of causing even the soul to stop sleeping.

Doesn't this keep the joke intact that I used to be an undead monster at some point if I was hunting an undead monster I heard about in a liquor store?

"I don't know what I'm going to do..."

"Gravedigging," he murmured blurred as he gripped his mustache.

I regretted it to death, as I said, so I would no longer have a reason or need to keep fighting.

I'm just hesitant to go back to the ground.

If I was known to be a deceased, I would have been forced to purify the people in the temple as' evil things', or I would have risked letting the people in the college become experimental animals as' interesting examples'.

Thinking as I walked, something fuzzed into my eyes.

That's something I hadn't noticed many times before - a descending staircase leading to the sixth basement.

"... Ha"

Speaking of which, I'll try to remember what happened first from the basement fifth floor of the dungeon, but nothing comes out of it.

Where my people were, camping in the dungeons was scattered, and I was working out a plan to step on the tenth floor. I remember spreading the map with dried meat, liquor, and I was excited to forget to sleep, but I went somewhere about the specifics at the heart.

"Hey. Let's go if you care," I thought I heard a buddy from somewhere.

"Hmm. But"

"There must be something interesting waiting for you."

"That's right. Where is the reason for hesitation," another fellow urges.

"... well, that's another joy."

Even if those voices were hallucinations, I felt it was too early for him to fall asleep himself.

The man, called 'Gravedigging', decided his heart and walked out towards the stairs in cheerful footsteps as he nodded towards the void.

I don't think I'm going to die any more.

We're gonna get there, heaven or hell, but we're just gonna enjoy ourselves in a tourist mood.

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Identification Card: "The Ring Without Sleep (Cursed!

"O thou, tell the melancholy walkers wandering through the night, offer the pain and pain of living in this world - and the world will always take away from you a fine sleep - forever, permanently, permanently - as a result of the unpleasant waves of the Rye Sea"

'Sleepless Ring' is one of the very easy to obtain granting tools, but it is also a useful tool.

Because it prevents it in situations like sleep gas traps and 'sleep (shesta)', the lower spell used by little ghost spellmen (goblin sherman), that force them to sleep.

In a dungeon search that can even kill you a moment of alarm, a moment's sleep means instant death, so it's a granting tool you always want to have in place if you can afford the nostalgia.

However, unfortunately, it is better not to use this' ring without sleep '.

To the point where you might say that you are cursed at the point where 'the pain and pain of living in this world' is the price for the description of the magic circuit, you can call it a substitute with a malicious effect.

Once you use this and its flesh will probably no longer have to sleep, and any number of it will be possible to move around day and night. And you may be able to continue to work fine without even feeling painful, tired or hungry.

...... but how long will you lose the technique of confirming reality and become like a corpse living in your dreams and eventually die? No, or maybe you don't even realize you're dead.

If you happen to have it in your hands, I strongly suggest you throw it away deep into the dungeon or serve the temple.