Chapter 130 Reading Time
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
The library was split into two distinct wings. The East Wing housed general publications, while the West Wing was a fortress for restricted archives¹.
I began by scouting the East Wing. Librarians² were scurrying everywhere, but the moment I drew near, they averted their eyes and scrambled out of my way. I walked past them without a word.
After the disaster earlier, I have to keep my distance, I thought. Even that librarian… if she’d been repulsed when I first fell, she never would’ve let those predatory vibes slip out. But because I was completely off-guard, she couldn’t contain herself a second time.
In high-society circles, never show a weakness to people who lack self-control.
I’ll just act disgusted whenever they get close so they don’t get any “ideas.” Yeah, that’s the play.
All that trouble just for trying to touch a man. But come to think of it, if I reported this to the Imperial Guards, they’d probably just shrug. “Well, she was an insolent woman, so she got what she deserved,” they’d say, before fussing over my health. They’d probably hunt down Sow and snap her remaining arm like a dry twig. Everyone’s so eager to beat up women for my sake-though it feels like my mental state is the one taking the real beating. Then again, if you s*xually harass a man in the position of a “noble lady,” I suppose this level of response is standard.
The library was massive. Rows of chilly aluminum bookshelves were packed to the brim, filling a space the size of a high school gymnasium. And that was just one floor; the stacks spiraled deep underground.
There were plenty of other patrons: families focused on early childhood education and flashy commoners who looked like nouveau riche merchants. These people were only allowed in after donating massive sums to the library. I even spotted a few young men and elderly gentlemen among the crowd.
The one thing that felt “un-library-like” was the noise. Apparently, there’s a local belief that reading aloud leads to a deeper understanding, so vocalizing is the norm. Hardly anyone was reading in silence.
Groups sat around tables, reading to one another. “Bookish brawls” erupted over tea and snacks as people fought to defend their favorite titles. Here, books aren’t treated as sacred relics; they’re platforms for people to assert their opinions. People were busy scribbling counter-arguments all over the margins with quills even as they complained about the text.
Once a book was filled with a reader’s commentary, the librarians would collect it and send it back to the author. Later, a heated rebuttal would arrive, sparking a fierce debate via mail. The distance between creator and consumer was incredibly short. It reminded me of the early days of the internet, where people would track each other down on message boards and eventually end up screaming at each other over the phone.
”How lowbrow,” I muttered.
In the New Arrivals section, the titles were incredibly vulgar.
The Roots of Humanity: A Study of Scrotal Wrinkles. The Definitive Guide: Five Rules to Avoid Being Hated by Nobles (Step One: Give Up). An Encouragement of Sapphism. The Little Princess of the Stars. And the latest bestseller: The Lord of the Leashes: One Collar to Rule Nineteen Female Slaves.
It felt more like a bargain bin at an adult bookstore.
As I was browsing, a well-dressed lady spotted me, looked incredibly awkward, and scurried away. She tried to make it look like she was just passing through and hadn’t intended to be there at all. I actually felt a bit bad for her… it was like an elementary schooler had caught her buying a smutty magazine.
I spent about two hours speed-reading through various books. Even if I just skim, I can recall the details later with my powers. I’m really starting to feel like I’m drifting away from being “human.” I guess this is just what it feels like to be a Psionic³.
For a while, I shared a table with a woman and her family, reading aloud and exchanging opinions. It turns out that when you have the solid backbone of a book to talk about, you can actually have a decent conversation with the opposite s*x. It was a little embarrassing, but surprisingly fun.
Eventually, I decided to check out the West Wing, where the forbidden books were kept. I had a librarian open the heavy metal doors for me and hung my entry permit around my neck. Without it, the librarian warned, “Mystical Object⁴” traps would trigger.
The West Wing was further divided. One section held precious volumes-works of art sewn with jewels-alongside records of dangerous ideologies and national secrets. The other, more critical section held information deemed too volatile for the public. As the librarian explained, this included things like research on gender-selection techniques for unborn children.
If that technology ever went public, there’d be a global abortion boom as people tried to ensure they had boys. No law could stop it. It would lead to the termination of tens of millions of fetuses. Of course, the tech probably already exists and is just being hoarded; it’s always been suspicious how noble families have such a high birth rate for boys.
I explored the wing with a librarian escort, my footsteps echoing through the vault-like corridors. The bookshelves here were locked, with only a list of titles posted on the front. You had to pick a title and take it back to a desk to read.
I decided to look over some reports on world affairs. Facilities that centralize such broad information are rare in this world, so it was a golden opportunity.
”I don’t know much about it, but Japan is a powerhouse nation, right? How are we viewed by the rest of the world?” I asked.
”The Great Japanese Empire⁵ is the sovereign of East Asia,” the librarian replied. “In addition to vast territorial waters including Southeast Asia, we hold countless enclaves across the globe. I shall bring you the relevant materials.”
In this library, chatting was encouraged.
Information on distant lands is scarce here. Some countries are still using carrier pigeons. Since Yukari mentioned wanting to know more about this, it was a godsend.
The reports were a nightmare to read, though. Since they aren’t produced via letterpress, there are no page numbers, no punctuation, and no chapter breaks. As I read aloud and asked questions, the librarian happily filled in the gaps.
First, the general vibe of humanity:
Dungeons exist all over the world. This means there are constant conflicts over mining rights and men. You have “paradises on earth” in some places and “hells” in others where people can never live again because of some weird thing brought back from the depths. Tourist cities with a “fantasy world” flair are scattered about, and the scars of our civilization’s regression are finally starting to heal. In that sense, it’s just like Japan.
However, the world is generally much more fractured than in my previous life, with a mess of tiny nations. The political systems regressed after the Great Disaster, with more countries being run like family businesses. Monarchies, Imperial Governments, and Republics are the norm. Democracy is largely distrusted because it’s seen as the system that invited the catastrophe in the first place. The only exceptions are the superpowers: America and the Soviet Union-the twin titans of Liberalism and Communism.
As for Japan’s standing, we’re easily one of the strongest in the world. Specifically, we’re part of a “Big Four.” Depending on how you measure population and economic scale, the top spot is a toss-up between Japan, Germany, the Soviet Union, and America.
But if you ask which nation is the strongest… it’s hard to say. It isn’t necessarily America.
The European capital that dominated my previous life has collapsed. Natural gas and oil have lost most of their value as energy resources, leaving European power dynamics in total chaos. The Soviets lost their grip on Western Europe, and Britain’s advantage from the Industrial Revolution has been completely reset. They can’t compete with the technology found in dungeons.
National power is also hard to define because of “Mystical Objects.” Every country’s technological progress has gone in a completely different direction. On the old Earth, the Cold War was about nukes and the Space Race-different ideologies, but the same scientific framework. But here, the objects found in each dungeon are unique, so one country’s industry might have nothing in common with another’s. Is building a Dragon Palace in the deep sea more “advanced” than building a city on the moon? There’s no common yardstick. As a result, the world is stuck in a perpetual “mixed martial arts match” where nobody knows who would actually win a real war.
The only real metric for victory is how deep a country can dive into a dungeon. The utility of an object from the first floor versus the deep layers is night and day.
I don’t really care about power struggles, but world travel sounds fun. If I just show the “rod-shaped passport” between my legs, I’d have a free pass to any country. Regardless of race or religion, every woman is kind to men. If I were dropped on the Peak of Good Hope in Africa right now without knowing a word of the language, the locals would probably pamper me all the way back to Japan.
”This is a heavy-looking document,” I said, looking at a report sealed with beeswax. “Foreign military secrets? It’s marked ‘Top Secret’-is it really okay for me to read this?”
”Yes. You are free to read whatever you wish,” the librarian assured me.
”But what if I leak something? Or what if someone uses magic to peek into my memories?”
”No woman would intentionally manipulate a noble gentleman or set him up like that,” the librarian replied.
”Why not?”
”Because involving you in such unsightly affairs would be… pitiful.”
There it was. The only reason. No logic, and no ulterior motive. Just pure, condescending pity. Apparently, making a man into an unwitting spy-potentially ruining his reputation and driving him to a weak, social-pariah status-is a global taboo. It stems from a famous incident where a man, unable to handle the pressure, quietly committed suicide. The women of this world won’t blame the man; they’d rather show off how “big-hearted” they are to win his affection.
It’s a glaring security hole. I guess I’ll just slide my mushroom-shaped key right into that lock.
I had her break the seal with a knife.
As it turned out, secret national projects were about a hundred years more advanced than I’d imagined.
For instance, America has already started building an orbital elevator using special “mystical” construction materials. A vertical space station reaching from Earth to the vacuum of space. Their goal is to rebuild the communication networks they lost on the ground. Their logic is bold: if the atmosphere is too unstable for radio and foreign powers keep cutting our undersea cables, we’ll just go to space. Eventually, they want to turn the Earth into a giant pincushion of elevators. At the top, they’re building facilities that can trigger economic sanctions by controlling sunlight and rainfall. They’re busy creating new ways to exert global pressure.
The Soviets, meanwhile, went the opposite direction: straight down. They’ve successfully tapped the Earth’s upper mantle for infinite heat and iron. That country has become a true steampunk dystopia, forged in steel and driven by steam.
Reports claim that even now, Soviet-built manned “Iron Serpents”⁶ are energetically patrolling the depths beneath the Earth’s crust.
Meanwhile, in the region formerly known as South America, the Second Inca-Aztec coalition is systematically liquefying the Antarctic ice caps, deliberately driving up sea levels and accelerating global warming. That nation is hell-bent on forcing human regression. They want to drown the world and return it to a state of primordial, sun-drenched jungle.
In the Asian sphere, China is seeing a rapid, jagged recovery. The nation is obsessed with mystical artifacts and the most esoteric of legends. Currently, the entire country has devolved into a demonic frontier where “Dungeon Raiders” compete for regional dominance. To put it simply, they’ve entered a real-world “Romance of the Three Kingdoms” era. It is a land of chaos, where righteous “Psionic” immortals and “Corrupted” sorcerers who abuse ancient artifacts run rampant. The state’s primary directive? The literal quest for immortality.
Europe, meanwhile, seems to be pursuing a path of high-stakes idiocy.
The German Empire is fusing its entire arsenal with mystical relics to construct a massive, wandering monstrosity: the “Infinite Mobile Fortress,” designed to house the nation’s entire population.
England has transformed into a literal Magic Kingdom. To this day, ghosts are said to drift through London’s iridescent, rainbow-streaked skies.
Spain, facing global retaliation for the sins of the Age of Discovery, has collapsed into a drug-riddled slum. Poland has simply given up, spinning a soft, melancholic history of its own decline.
France has rebranded itself as the “Onion Republic,” where they’ve seen fit to revive the slave trade. Their local attractions? Public executions by guillotine and harvest festivals where humans are planted in the soil like crops.
”You guys need to get it together…” I muttered.
Of course, this is all just hearsay from across the sea. Success isn’t guaranteed, but in the realm of national defense, lies and rumors are as good as bullets. Even the most preposterous plan carries a terrifying weight of possibility. These mystical objects are God’s own brushes, painting the fever dreams of humanity across the canvas of the Earth.
With so many miracles flooding the world, I had hoped there was a way to remodel a man to suit my own whims. I was wrong.
Flesh-puppets with male minds? Chimeras with forced chromosomal shifts? Or simply “adjusting” a man so he lacks the capacity for disgust?
Madam Librarian’s reaction was immediate.
”With so many nations achieving the impossible, doesn’t anyone… recondition men for convenience? You could turn them into breeding stock. It seems efficient,” I suggested.
”T-that is absolutely out of the question!” she cried.
She looked more than just shocked-she looked horrified.
”That is a truly hideous jest, sir. I feared my own ears had failed me. It is a loathsome, nightmare of a thought. It is cruel, it is sub-human, and it is an affront to the divine. Even conceiving of such a thing is a sin. I must insist you never speak of it again.”
”I… I understand,” I stammered.
”Please promise me. Right now. Not a word. Ever.”
”Yes. I promise.”
She was utterly repulsed.
”I am only grateful that your words did not reach the ears of the Nobility,” she added, her tone a sharp, protective rebuke. I had been thoroughly “No-no”-ed.
So, it’s a non-starter. I probably could do it, but I won’t. Apparently, there are certain “essences” that can only be harvested from organic men. “Farmed” specimens were useless; only “wild” ones had any value.
”The ethical balance of this world is a mess,” I thought. “How do they have a moral brake for this, but not for anything else?”
”As long as the men are safe, nothing else matters,” she insisted. “Our world only endures because Your Lordship is here. Please, do not disparage yourself with such thoughts again…”
”I’m an anti-remodeling advocate as of today, don’t worry,” I assured her.
In my previous life, if the “gentlemen” had found these artifacts, they would have churned out s*x-droids until they forgot real women existed. But here, the women refrained out of pure, localized pity. Their ethics regarding the treatment of men were, frankly, bafflingly superior.
I stood up to find the next book. The last one was a macro-view; I wanted something more personal.
”Oh, a biography.”
I waved the Librarian over. “The person who cleared the most dungeons in Japan? An explorer from the World War era. It says here she tackled S-Rank ‘Impossible’ sites. Let’s have a look. Can you unlock this for me?”
”Of course, My Lord.”
”Thanks. I’ll be at the table.”
It was a precious original. The pages were brittle, stained tea-brown, covered in a frantic, hand-written script.
’The Life and Expeditions of Lieutenant Ususe’
Ususe (Dates Unknown-1957) was a former Imperial Army Lieutenant hailing from the slums of Dewa Province. She was a pioneer in the dungeon-raiding industry and the first person of commoner birth to be awarded the Order of the Sacred Treasure. Known widely as “The Lieutenant,” she was a folk hero-until she famously sold her medals for booze money, resulting in a swift revocation of her honors.
As a child, Ususe was a delinquent. Her early “achievements” included dismantling a local temple and selling the scrap wood for profit. After a stint in a girls’ reformatory, she took an oath. She followed the Five Precepts⁷ until the day she died:
1. No alcohol or tobacco.
2. No predatory loans.
3. No self-gratification.
4. No consumption of dog meat.
5. Should any of the above be broken: Death by Seppuku.
Upon enlisting in the Army, Ususe accidentally shot a comrade during a drill. As punishment, she was sent to the Abashiri “Green Mile”-a prison-style dungeon from which no one returned. She was part of a 300-strong penal unit: 40 “Equal-persons” (biologically augmented humans), 244 general convicts, 16 punishment soldiers, six dogs, and twenty canaries. Ususe was one of the 16 soldiers.
Only four survived. Among them was Ususe. Though they failed to clear the dungeon, the intel they dragged back paved the way for future raids.
Pardoned in her 20s, Ususe re-enlisted, driven by a sudden, fierce patriotism. She was a demon on the front lines of the First Sino-Japanese War. While her peers noted her habit of “borrowing” money and her general lack of decorum, they loved her-she was the unit’s “Dependable Big Sister” who could scavenge supplies from thin air.
However, during her stationing, she became enamored with the ideology of the Qing Emperor and led a mutiny against the Imperial Army. Her previous heroics spared her the firing squad, but she was dishonorably discharged.
Back in Dewa, she started a dog-meat processing company. Once it turned a profit, she sold it and used the cash to recruit a Dungeon Exploration Squad. She originally wanted to go to the Antarctic-a childhood dream sparked by tales of Columbus and Franklin-but when recruitment stalled, she pivoted back to dungeons.
The Ususe Squad was a success. During this time, she publicly preached that “Purity is the path to prosperity,” yet she was frequently caught in the act of “self-gratification” in the dead of night. When confronted, she would invariably claim she was merely “exterminating pubic lice.”
When the Great War broke out in Europe, Ususe managed to buy her way back into the Army. She spent every night leading her soldiers on wild benders, frequently landing in the brig. During the Siege of Tsingtao, she performed brilliantly but was sentenced to death for attempting to desert with her entire squad.
She made a tearful plea: “Execute me, but spare my girls.” The Army, recognizing her unique talent, offered a deal: lead a team into Japan’s most lethal “Impossible” dungeons. This marked the beginning of her true career.
Ususe formed a squad of 100, including death-row inmates. She vowed that if a single soul was lost, she would perform Shimeji-bara⁸-the “Cross-Cut” seppuku, the most agonizing form of the rite.
Over six expeditions, she lost 79 people. She replenished her ranks and kept going until the Great East Asia War ended during her seventh trek.
She returned to a world in ruins. She never mentioned the Antarctic again. For the next 20 years, she dove into the most dangerous pits on Earth, retrieving artifacts and donating them for free to rebuild the nation.
In 1952, she vanished. Her final mission was to “The Asthenosphere,” a dungeon located at the oceanic Pole of Inaccessibility in the South Pacific. By 1957, she was legally declared dead.
Ususe was a woman who broke every promise and had a notoriously messy love life, yet she never wavered on her Precepts. Records show that-outside of combat-every time she broke a vow, she actually carved open her own stomach. It is widely believed that her first dungeon raid granted her a body that was functionally immortal. She wasn’t strong; she was simply a woman who could not be killed and would not be broken.
Notable Expeditions:
- The August Pillar of the Gods (Izumo Province): One of the “Big Three” Japanese dungeons. It has no floor. Explorers without flight capabilities fall forever. The air is filled with “Amatsu-Gods”-microscopic, sentient water droplets that form localized super-storms. Ususe reached the eye of the storm on her 32nd attempt using a balloon-type artifact.
- The World-End Clock: A conceptual dungeon that mimics standard entrance doors. Upon entering, the explorer finds themselves in a void. 0.3 seconds later, a lethal explosion occurs. Ususe “cleared” it by surviving the blast and returning instantly, a feat previously thought impossible.
- The Elder Edda Chant (Iceland): A forest dungeon where the only light is the moon. All technology fails. Explorers are cursed with Geas⁹-arbitrary, lethal rules.
Example:
* You must not step on a flower.
* You must not lead with your left foot.
* You must not raise your voice in the forest.
* You must not think of the number I am currently thinking of.
* You must not move from that spot until the moment I decide it is okay.
(Quoted verbatim from the memoirs of Ususe-san¹⁰)
There were many such vague, nonsensical constraints that severely hindered exploration; it wasn’t uncommon for a single person to be burdened with over ten of these “Geas¹¹.” Furthermore, since these Geas were announced in Old Norse, Ususe-san and his local collaborators performed a massive service by translating and decoding the archaic circumlocutions.
Ususe-san himself once received a lethal Geas: he could inhale through his mouth, but never exhale. Thinking fast, he slit his own throat and survived by breathing through the opening. He later remarked with some regret that he simply should have switched to breathing through his nose.
After four attempts over two years, he finally conquered the first and second layers. His local collaborator was a 108-year-old man, the last active speaker of Icelandic.
He’s conquered plenty of other places, too. So many I can’t even finish the list.
”At first, I thought he was just some flaky guy… but he’s incredible,” I muttered. “He isn’t even an Esper¹², yet he’s constantly diving into dungeons all over the world. He’s conquered over sixty layers just for the sake of pro-bono society service. His life outside of exploration is a total rollercoaster; he’s like the ultimate survivor, a gutter rat that crawled out of the post-war ruins and black markets. The sheer grit he has as a human being… he’s just built different.”
I guess the generation that survived multiple World Wars is just on another level.
”Oh, he even explored the Dragon God Caricature Scrolls¹³.”
I flipped the page and found a dungeon I actually recognized.
”The Dragon God’s Blood Covenant was discovered by this guy’s team? They ran for their lives almost immediately, though. Let’s see the summary… Wow. Yeah, that’s brutal. There’s no way I could clear this, even on my best day. As expected of the second of the Big Three Dungeons. You’re dead the moment you step inside.”
Thinking of a way to actually explore it felt like a joke.
Conquering the Dragon God Caricature Scrolls was technically straightforward, but effectively an “impossible game.” Both the environment and the monsters were set to maximum difficulty. It was a classic “Strong Style” hack-and-slash dungeon-no complex rules or psychological traps like the Uncanny Valley. However, anyone short of a master-class Esper would surely lose their life.
The Dragon God Caricature Scrolls is a zoo built on the surface of the sun.
The moment you enter, you’re in deep space. You have to explore the grounds under a heatwave that vaporizes metal and stellar gravity nearly thirty times that of Earth. Naturally, there is no oxygen. Furthermore, unless you’re an Esper whose regenerative powers can outpace raw radiation, you’ll die of exposure even if you make it back. For 99% of Espers, your death is decided the second you step through the door. It was a nightmare of a dungeon, lethal from top to bottom, where you fought monsters swimming in a sea of nuclear fire.
How are visitors supposed to enjoy a zoo like that? Even a Demon Lord would turn tail and run.
High-level Espers can treat burns, suffocation, and radiation as HP damage and recover naturally, but even then, their health fails the longer they stay. It’s the “Extra Stage” of the dungeon world-a race against the clock to find treasure before your body gives out.
Since there are dungeons like this that lead to an instant grave, a catalog that lets you identify them by the pattern on the door is essential.
”It’s already evening,” I said, looking at the window. “Maybe one more book before I head out.”
I returned the biography of Lieutenant Ususe to the Librarian. I also handed back the Empire Esper Directory and the World’s Most Dangerous Cities rankings. They were all fantastic reads-it felt like looking at a setting guide for a fantasy novel. But knowing these places were real, just a short walk away… even a guy like me who usually just chases tail felt a sudden urge to go exploring.
Since I’d been granted the Privilege, I had the Librarian take me all the way to the restricted corner-the section with the books that really aren’t supposed to be public.
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Summary:
The protagonist visits a massive underground library divided into general and restricted wings. He discovers that in this world, books are interactive platforms for vocal debate and reader-author conflict. By accessing ‘Top Secret’ documents, he learns about the extreme technological divergence between superpowers like America (space) and the Soviet Union (underground).
The protagonist learns about the chaotic state of the global landscape, featuring bizarre national projects fueled by mystical artifacts. After a sharp ethical rebuke from the Librarian regarding male reconditioning, the protagonist discovers the biography of Lieutenant Ususe, a legendary and seemingly immortal dungeon explorer from a past era.
The narrator reviews the legendary exploits of Lieutenant Ususe, a mundane human who conquered lethal dungeons through pure grit. The narrative details the ‘Dragon God Caricature Scrolls,’ a literal sun-surface dungeon that is impossible for almost any explorer. The narrator concludes his research and enters a restricted area of the library.
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Trivia:
- The library culture encourages loud reading and margin-scribbling.
- There is a global ‘Big Four’ power structure including Japan, Germany, USSR, and USA.
- Men can travel anywhere globally due to universal female kindness/obsession.
- Gender selection technology exists but is hidden to prevent an abortion boom.
- The protagonist’s Psionic powers allow for perfect recall of skimmed text.
- The ‘Onion Republic’ (France) practices slavery and human planting.
- Organic/wild males are valued over farmed ones for certain ‘essences’.
- Ususe’s immortality stems from her very first dungeon raid.
- The ‘World-End Clock’ dungeon kills in exactly 0.3 seconds.
- Dewa Province is Ususe’s place of origin.
- Ususe is NOT a psychic; he is a normal human.
- The ‘Geas’ system uses Old Norse, requiring specific linguistic expertise.
- The ‘Sun Zoo’ isn’t just hot; it has 30x Earth gravity and zero oxygen.
- Most Espers die instantly upon entering the Dragon God dungeon; it is not a skill issue, but a physical survival limit.
- The narrator has a special ‘Privilege’ allowing access to classified information
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Character Insight:
The protagonist is becoming increasingly aware of his ‘inhuman’ status as a Psionic user, yet he remains deeply cynical about the social protection he receives, viewing it as condescending pity rather than true respect.
The protagonist shows a cynical streak regarding gender and utility but is quickly checked by the world’s internal logic/ethics. Ususe represents a historical parallel of extreme willpower and biological adaptation.
The narrator shows growth from a cynical, girl-chasing slacker to someone genuinely inspired by the ‘built different’ generation of the past, though he still acknowledges his own physical limitations.
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Behind the Scenes:
The ‘Lord of the Leashes’ is a direct parody of ‘Lord of the Rings’ (Yubiwamonogatari vs. Kubiwamonogatari in Japanese).
The ‘Pole of Inaccessibility’ and ‘The Green Mile’ are real-world geographical/pop-culture references integrated into the novel’s fantasy world-building.
The ‘Dragon God Caricature’ (Giga Emaki) is a play on the Chōjū-giga, Japan’s oldest manga/caricature work.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Yukari – Dora’s imperial guard, the one who hide in MC’s wardrobe. Twintail. A girl known as the ‘spy girl’ from Inubou-machi with trademark twin-tails, and a small hair whirl (crown of head).
• Ususe – Former Imperial Army Lieutenant from Dewa Province. A legendary dungeon explorer with a body close to immortal. Known for her ‘Five Precepts’ and a history of delinquency, mutiny, and scavenging. Deceased as of 1957.
• Psionic Power – Mental energy concept in Chapter 35’s lecture. Trash-san teaches it to strengthen the protagonist’s mind after dungeon ordeals.
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