Kays Translations
Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 15: Doom Sword III
The next day.
As usual, I paid 300 Oros at the dungeon entrance.
Then, Gauro-san, the gatekeeper, said this:
“Wof, in three days, this dungeon will be closed.”
“…I see.”
I had a feeling this might happen soon.
There had been earthquakes, and Agaro had come to deal with the anomaly.
What would happen during that time was unknown.
It made sense that the dungeon would be closed for safety precautions for a while.
Gauro-san sighed.
“Sorry about that.”
“No, it can’t be helped.”
I headed to the junkyard. Today was the only day I could come.
At least I wanted to find something good.
“…Ugh…”
I couldn’t help but groan when I saw the place. The junkyard had changed drastically from the earthquake.
Most of the junk piles had collapsed, and there was no place to walk.
With the relic Danger Detection, there were only a few white safe zones.
“…It’s mostly red…”
There were areas with some black now, which hadn’t been there before.
Children were still around in large numbers.
“…Oh!”
When I used the relic Fortune’s Ring, I saw a lot of green light.
There was also more yellow than expected. But no blue.
Still, the area was full of danger.
I tried to find a spot with white, green, and yellow light.
“Ow!”
“Hey, are you alright?”
“I just cut myself a little.”
“Come on, let’s go back. We haven’t found anything, and we’re just getting hurt.”
“Yeah.”
Three boys walked away, dejected.
Behind them, two other boys talked as they scavenged.
I recognized these two.
“Hey, what are you going to do in three days?”
“Do you know that the Coon hunt company is hiring for live-in work?”
“Ah, I’ve heard something about that.”
“I’m thinking of taking a job there as a hired kid until the dungeon reopens. The pay’s good.”
“But it’s Coon hunt. There are all kinds of shady rumors.”
“That’s why if anything bad happens, I’ll just quit right away.”
“Then I’ll try it too. I’ll probably make more than taking care of horses.”
Live-in work… huh.
From my past life’s memories, I think they used to call that kind of thing “indentured labor.”
Coon Hunt.
It’s definitely a company with a black-market vibe.
I remembered my previous life and the black company I worked for.
Working through sleepless nights for four days made my vision blur.
Places like that were nothing but death.
Well, I quit before it got that bad and found another job.
Oh, this spot looks good.
A safe zone with a white point and green and yellow lights nearby.
“This is in the way.”
I cut through the weathered leather armor.
I gripped the knife.
It was the knife I’d bought for 40,000 Oros, a huge splurge.
I liked its shape—it was similar to the one I had before.
“Whoa!”
“Woah, that’s awesome!”
“Nice job, bro!”
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“It’s treasure… real treasure!”
What’s going on?
I looked toward the commotion. Four kids, smaller than me, were gathered near the middle of a collapsed junk pile, celebrating.
In the center was a glimpse of a luxurious treasure chest.
It was gleaming gold, decorated with red, blue, and other precious gems.
“…?”
I felt something was off.
Even though the chest was so extravagant, there was no light coming from that area.
“Alright, I’ll open it.”
“Be careful.”
“We’re rich! We’re rich!”
“Bro, I want to eat a lot of meat!”
“Yeah, you can eat as much as you want until your stomach bursts!”
“Yay!”
That must be the relic Danger Detection reacting.
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“!?”
The chest was completely black!
“Screeech!”
“Ahhh!”
“Bro, no!”
“Help!”
The junkyard became a flurry of movement.
Blood and chunks of flesh splattered from the chest.
The treasure chest began chewing. The four kids were eaten.
The luxurious treasure chest had rows of teeth growing from the lid to the edges.
They looked exactly like human teeth, with two layers of them.
It was terrifying. Why are human teeth so creepy?
“Mimic!!”
Someone screamed, and chaos erupted in the junkyard.
Everyone screamed, panicked, and ran.
Mimic.
A dungeon monster that disguises itself as a treasure chest.
It looks like it attacks and devours people, but no one really knows for sure.
There are two types of mimics.
Stationary and mobile ones.
“Why is there a monster in the junkyard?!”
“It’s standing up!”
“Of all things, it’s a mobile one!”
“Hey, the ground’s moving!”
Mimics, buried under the junk, began to crawl out from the surroundings.
Multiple limbs grew from the treasure chests as they started moving.
“Whoa, a mimic?!”
“Are there more of them?!”
“Run!!”
“Ahhh!!”
“Gyahhh!!”
“Stop, don’t come near me!! Aaaahhh!!”
“Ugh, ugh, noooo!!”
The air was filled with screams.
Mimics come in various types, but even the weakest ones are at least at the mid-tier of copper rank.
They’re monsters that even a Grade-5 explorer would struggle to defeat solo.
Of course, children can’t win against them.
And there are multiple ones here. Why are they in a junkyard?
Could they have been buried here this whole time?
No, there’s no time to think about that. I need to escape soon.
“Sister… where are you… Sister?!”
A small child is crying. A little girl. Did she get separated from her sister?
With such loud crying, it was inevitable that a mimic would approach her.
“Sisssstttteeeer!!”
The mimic opened its massive treasure chest lid—its mouth.
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It was about to eat the crying little girl—there’s no way I would just watch this happen.
I used Vanish to chip away at the mimic.
The size of a basketball, I made a curved arc and erased most of the mimic.
“Sister…?”
The little girl looked confused.
I awkwardly smiled at her.
“I’m not your sister, but you should get out of here. It’s dangerous.”
“…Okay, but my sister…”
At that moment, the junk mountain exploded violently.
A significantly large treasure chest revealed itself.
It was another mimic.
But this one seemed too large for a typical mimic.
“Is something like this here too?”
“Yeah. Yeah. What’s going on with this one?”
I heard a familiar voice from behind.
Turning around, I saw a familiar drunk figure.
It was Agaro.
He was holding a sake bottle, looking up at the large mimic.