On The Way Home I Got A Bride And Twin Daughters, Who Were Dragons Chapter 51

“Mik.u.ma! There's three Dark Meats right in front of us! They already noticed us!”

"Sorry, there's no other way, you'll have to break through!"

“Understood! Father, are you alright?”

“Somehow!”

Run.

We finally reached the sixth floor with the second floor's transition trap, five hours have already pa.s.sed since we were attacked by wolves that have their entire body made of stone, called Rock Wolf.

After that, we took small breaks along the way until we finally arrived at the seventy second floor, right before the top floor.

This dungeon gets wider every time you go up a floor.

The outside looks like an inverted triangle, so it makes complete sense.

So far we've encountered five of the six types of monsters in this dungeon.

The pitch black meat bag, dark meat. A body of stone, Rock Wolf.

A huge bipedal bull shouldering a large hammer, Buster Cow.

An armored mail ant that mimics an ant in each part.

A Trick Metal that tricks treasure hunters by imitating the light of rare ores.

Well, the Buster Cow and Rock Wolf gave me quite the cold feet, and I struggled with their quickness and brute strength, but there wasn't much other than that.

The problem is that as we climb up, the monsters start grouping up.

On the second floor, there was only one dark meat, after the fortieth floor, the default is three dark meats.

The appearance of three disgusting lumps of meat undulating and hopping is undoubtedly a nightmare.

A maximum of four came out for Buster Cow.

When it swung the hammer it was holding, the sight of a hole opening in the wall sent a s.h.i.+ver down our spines.

The number one reason we're still fine after facing all these monsters is thanks to Mik.u.ma's navigation.

If a route was blocked by monsters, she would instantly come up with an alternate route.

When we start to get tired, she would find places in the vicinity where we could rest.

It we couldn't run away, she would urge us to prepare ourselves.

I'm intending to get used to fighting humans and beastmen.

While it may be true that facing a monster head on is foolish, but this time it's different.

If you know that you have no choice but to fight beforehand, your mental state would be different.

Furthermore, the Dragon Fang sword that the rat lent us.

This guy is truly amazing.

Even if I don't put in much power, it easily splits a Rock Wolf right in half.

It's not that I'm strong. If you can hit the center of the body with the sword, then you'll definitely win.

Well, I'm getting conceited.

One time, I was. .h.i.t by my father after being negligent in checking the surroundings. I am reflecting on my actions.

What else saved me was my father's existence.

I don't have the slightest feeling that I can beat my father in a fist fight.

It was a conclusion that I reached after being hit numerous times in my life up until now.

This middle-aged man is considerably strong.

There's no one who can win against this middle-aged man in the same generation, perhaps even including the younger generation.

No, of course that kind of thing is impossible.

Even if it's father, he can't win against a professional fighter, or a simpleton who only trains.

However, I can't picture my father losing to a human or beastmen in a fist fight.

When I confront a monster, my father will immediately become vigilant of the surroundings and keep the other monsters in check.

The metal bat he's holding is already tattered, the one he's holding now is already the third one.

My father is in charge of the overall follow-up, and I use the Dragon Fang to deliver the final blow.

As with right now.

“Kunpei! Jump right!”

“Ou!”

I unhesitatingly followed my father's warning.

I jumped right without a moment's delay, and a dark meat jumped over and struck the wall.

I glanced at the completely smashed dark meat, then scowled at the remaining two.

I already know how to defeat them.

Dark meat's split up.

They successively multiply at double the speed from the cut.

But during that time, its core is exposed.

It's a tiny pebble.

To put it simply, meat only swells from its surroundings.

It seems like a pebble is always formed, one for each side of the cut, and that was how the Dark meat divided itself.

It's easy to stop it.

Just stomp on the pebble.

I carefully observed the dark meat I cut in half, and stomped on the two stones as quickly as possible.

If it was Dark meats, you can defeat them while making it just feel like work.

Repeatedly driving them back with that formula, my father and I cleaned up that group of Dark meats in a blink of an eye.

“Phew, can I have some water?”

“I somehow manged to preserve it, there's only two bottles left.”

We initially brought four bottles.

That doesn't seem like a lot, but in accordance with Mik.u.ma's research, there was a spring that became a water supply point, so there was no problems.

“But, I'm really getting accustomed to it, this darkness.”

“The next floor is the op floor, there appears to be a hole that takes in sunlight, so it won't be dark anymore.”

Mik.u.ma responded to father's remark.

“Nii-chan, father. Are there any injuries?”

Shouhei's worried voice could be heard from the earphone.

“Oh, there's a lot of minor scratches, but no major injuries. We're okay.”

“That's good, but still be careful.”

I heard a relieved sigh, when I looked at my father, he was smirking for some reason.

“Well, if father wasn't there and it was just Kunpei, he would probably be seriously injured.”

“I know even if you don't say it, thanks.”

This guy has the nerve to take advantage of an opportunity to play around with me?

“Well then Kunpei-kun, father-in-law, the stairways to the top floor is beyond this pa.s.sage, so let's do a review.”

Father and I concentrated on Mik.u.ma's voice.

“There's only one correct route on the top floor. If you choose that route, there's a s.p.a.cious room with a huge magic stone that was originally the basis of this dungeon. That's where the Dungeon Boss, a Rocky Griffon, an ominous bird called Ruten is. It's said that the magic stone itself has already been collected, so it won't revive for another 20 years, and since there is no business this time, you don't have to go there. You should look for a route that continues up to the peak of “Tusk Crag”. It is not an ore collection point, it's also not conspicuous, there's one place with such a slope leading to the top.

My father and I was looking at a picture of the top floor that I saved on my smartphone.

“Behind the stairs, at the end of the river where the rainwater flows. The other side of a path blocked by a large rock is where we're going.”

Written on the map, was “dead end”.