“Understood. I judge that you have sufficient ability now. —Enjoy yourself to the fullest.”
While setting landmines with the soles of his shoes, Kageichi leisurely replied to his disciple’s question.
Judging from her story, the enemy is likely a Mother Sphere Splinter.
Considering that the Dungeon was formed recently, it should be weaker than the Splinter she fought before.
“However, if you feel it’s dangerous, retreat immediately. I am currently dealing with another matter and cannot go to support you. Also, I don’t think I’ll be able to talk for a while. Take responsibility for your own actions.”
“Understood. I’ll run away immediately if I feel it’s dangerous.”
That’s a good reply. Not overconfident, not hesitant, but full of confidence.
Ending the call while feeling his disciple’s growth, Kageichi resumed his work, glancing at the corpse at his feet.
Currently, Kageichi was standing at the Dungeon entrance of a “cave-type” stage where the Gyokuryu Society’s subordinates gathered.
Even so, it’s just one of many “hideouts.”
As far as Kageichi investigated, the Gyokuryu Society secretly occupied about four “hideouts,” and of course, the members are not always in the hideouts.
It’s about half, considering it’s dusk—Kageichi surmised, activating the device with an antenna taken from his Inventory.
“Recorder Break.”
In Dungeons, where all existence is converted into Magical Power, radio waves are also converted into Magical Power.
Originally, it’s a device used to block recorders, but if the output is increased, it can block all radio waves—shutting out Smartphones, wireless cameras, and all communication with the outside world.
The “hideout” of the hideout is a relatively small Dungeon, and it’s easy to cover the entire area with Recorder Break.
There is only one entrance and exit, and there is no fear of escape from windows or back doors.
In short, a cramped Dungeon is—a kind of locked room.
“Dungeons are truly the optimal space to practice safety and security,”
Kageichi said with deep admiration, taking several round bullets from his Inventory, pulling the pins, and throwing them.
With a whoosh! White smoke spewed out, —immediately after, the landmines were activated.
The path at the Dungeon entrance collapsed, completing the Poison Gas chamber filling the locked room.
Finally, if the collapsed entrance is coated with defensive magic, all that remains is to wait for the gas to fill the Dungeon.
Of course, if the enemies possess multiple status abnormality resistances, it can be nullified, but there is no way everyone will survive.
Moreover, with this method, Kageichi’s figure will not be seen.
Kageichi only disposed of the lookout and then threw Poison Gas from the entrance.
—The reason why organized crime groups, quasi-organized crime groups, and suspicious religious organizations are allowed to exist in Japan is because freedom of association is recognized by the Constitution.
Like freedom of religion, it is not illegal just to belong to a specific organization.
Also, as a matter of course, no matter how illegal an organization is, the police cannot arrest them without evidence of breaking the law.
In other words, they are also protected by the law…
It’s a weekday evening. A Suit Man in a full-face helmet who suddenly appears on a moped, interferes with radio waves, and then scatters Poison Gas—they shouldn’t have countermeasures against indiscriminate terrorism.
First, Kageichi finished one, got on his moped, and headed to the second hideout.
Even though communication is cut off with Recorder Break, if there are guys who returned from outside the Dungeon, they will immediately notice the abnormality.
—Let’s execute it quickly.
Unlike regular cleaning, there is no need to annihilate the enemies.
If about 50% are thinned out, Kiraboshi will have no time to bother, Kageichi thought, arriving at the second hideout in quick succession and completing the same process.
Continuing to the third location—
“Oh. I see a familiar face.”
“!? …Eh, eh? Brother!? Why are you here?”
There was a familiar face at the entrance of the abandoned building. It’s Kazami.
Kageichi almost erased him silently, but he stopped, saying, “Oops.”
“Why are you here? You’re not here without knowing where this is, are you?”
“Uh… well, this is… I messed up a bit… um…”
“Hmm. You hid him, but he was a nuisance, so you had him stand guard, is that it? You’re lucky.”
“Huh? W-what’s lucky…”
Ignoring the indecisive Kazami, Kageichi walked towards the gray Gate that had appeared in the vacant house.
It’s helpful that this time, too, it’s a “cave” stage type.
Cave types have brittle bedrock and tend to collapse easily.
Kageichi activated the Recorder Break in the same procedure.
He took a Poison Gas bullet from his Inventory and threw it like a baseball.
Finally, he activated a Trap-type landmine three steps ahead of the entrance, collapsing the Dungeon entrance—smooth sailing.
“Huh? W-what are you doing!? N-no, wait… t-there are people inside…”
“That’s why I did it.”
Why are you asking such an obvious question?
While replying with a blank expression, Kageichi grabbed Kazami by the scruff of his neck and threw him out of the Dungeon.
The remaining resources are used effectively. It’s Kageichi’s basic principle.
“Since we’re here, would you mind telling me the location of the last hideout? I’ve already grasped it, but just in case it’s wrong, I want to make sure.”
“W-wait! If you do that, those guys will kill me…”
“You’ll disappear later anyway, so there’s no difference in the result.”
“……Huh?”
The point is whether you disappear now or later.
Kazami finally seemed to understand the meaning of Kageichi’s calm words—he gasped,
“W-wait, Brother! I haven’t done anything wrong, have I!? So please spare my life!”
“No can do.”
“U-um, isn’t murder a bad thing…?”
“No can do. After the tour, you will be erased.”
Kageichi thought about putting the noisy Kazami on the back of his bike and heading to the next hideout—but a serious problem arose.
The bike Kageichi is using is a 50cc, a so-called moped.
Riding two people on a moped of 50cc or less is a violation of the passenger limit, and if caught by the police, you will be deducted 1 point and fined 5,000 yen.
Kageichi, who loves non-Stress, would have his precious gold license turned into a blue license at the next renewal, and the lecture would be extended from 30 minutes to 1 hour, and the renewal period would be shortened from 5 years to 3 years, which is very undesirable.
Also, as a matter of fact, I would like to avoid being taken care of by the police while carrying out a mass terrorist murder.
“Hmm…”
If I attach a rope to the bike like a harness on a horse and transport Kazami while dragging him, wouldn’t that avoid riding two people?
But that would cause another problem, and the scene would be socially bad.
…I can’t help it.
“Excuse me. I was thinking of asking you to guide me, but riding two people on a moped is a violation of the law, so I have no choice but to have you die. I’m sorry.”
“Haa!? What’s that, that’s not a reason! And it’s not good to cancel something you promised, is it!?”
It hurts when you point that out.
Kageichi certainly declared with his own mouth, “After the tour.” It wouldn’t be good to break a promise.
“I can’t help it,” Kageichi said, getting off the bike with Kazami, and instead going out onto the public road and catching a taxi.
Well, it’s not much different from moving by bike, Kageichi thought, relaxing in the back seat…
—Kazami, who had a gasp in his throat, started shouting next to him.
“Hey, that! It’s different from the promise! I provided information properly, and I didn’t cause any trouble for Brother, did I? If I didn’t cause trouble for Brother, you wouldn’t harm me, right…”
Indeed, Kageichi made a promise with him.
It was in the conversation after that Dungeon where the Zombies appeared.
“Yes. I remember. I’m a man who keeps his promises.”
“Right!? Right!? Then”
“But, you… don’t you forget something? My promise with you.”
“…Eh? W-what…”
“I should have promised this at that time. One is to continue to provide truthful information in the future. The second is not to harm me or my disciples in the future.”
Kageichi smiled thinly and looked down at him.
“You—you seem to have laid a hand on my disciple?”
Sweat broke out on Kazami’s forehead.
…Did you think you wouldn’t get caught if you kept quiet?
Honestly, even if he hadn’t been found this time, Kageichi was planning to dispose of him later anyway. It’s just that the time has been shortened a bit.
“I will keep my promise. It’s my pride.”
“I… no, that… that wasn’t my fault, the woman who hired me for a part-time job…”
“I will keep my promise. Please rest assured and think about your end.”
At Kageichi’s calm declaration, Kazami trembled, turned pale, and—
“I… I couldn’t help it! I was deceived by that woman! That woman is all bad…!”
While crying, Kazami began to tell his life story.
Kageichi sighed, shaking his head, and bowed to the taxi driver, saying, “I’m sorry about that.”