Chapter 6

I woke up inside a tent pitched right next to the entrance of the Somalia Dungeon. Checking the clock, it was six o’clock. It should be around noon in Tokyo right about now.

I detached the drone camera that had been connected to the battery and checked my smartphone. There was an abnormal number of DMs on Twittor. The avatars were all women. Were they spam messages?

I decided to open one and take a look.

“ExtremeChat is an adult site! Don’t do dungeon streaming! You’re causing trouble for us!”

Trouble? I was just diving into a dungeon by myself. Surely I wasn’t causing trouble for anyone, was I?

“Akane a.k.a doinran-san? I’m not causing trouble for anyone. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make false accusations.”

As soon as I sent the DM back, it was marked as read, and the other person started typing.

“No matter how you look at it, a middle-aged man streaming in just his briefs is a nuisance! You pervert!!”

What a troublesome person. Looking at her Twittor profile, that woman named Akane seemed to be a performer on ExtremeChat.

“I don’t want to be lectured by a woman who is also known as a super lewd woman. A pervert is someone streaming off-collab hookups every day.”

The DMs stopped while still marked as read. She must have been struggling to reply. It took quite a while before a response came back.

“What I do isn’t just plain! I’m giving dreams to gloomy men!”
“Is that so? I’m giving romance to viewers through dungeon streaming. Let’s both do our best.”
“Drop dead! Get done in by a dungeon monster and die!”

After that, a stream of abusive language followed. I decided to open another DM, too.

“You are a bad person who enters dungeons without permission. Get done in by the pirates off the coast of Somalia and become food for the fish.”

That was quite a stiff phrasing. Was it translated? Looking at the profile, it said Maomao. She seemed to be Taiwanese.

“I don’t want to be lectured by a woman who performs masturbation acts inside a building she illegally trespassed into.”
“I paid money to perform masturbation acts inside the building!”
“That’s nothing to brag about.”
“Shut up! Get cursed and die!”

She cursed me out, too.

When I opened other DMs, they were all more or less the same. Apparently, I had managed to make myself thoroughly disliked by the female performers of ExtremeChat.

Well, it didn’t matter. I would stick to my own way of doing things.

Crawling out of the tent, I found that the outside had grown completely bright.

There was no longer any sign of the guerrillas who had occupied this dungeon until just recently. Right about now, other adventurers should be able to enter this Somalia Dungeon, too.

Though, even if they entered, anyone with half-baked skills wouldn’t even be able to clear the first stratum.

That was just how overwhelmingly high the difficulty of this Somalia Dungeon was. Monsters that would be treated as floor bosses in other dungeons naturally appeared right from the first stratum. And multiple ones at that.

There were no traps so far, but they would probably start showing up from here on.

Even I didn’t know how deep I could go. I might end up dying in today’s dungeon attack.

Still, that was fine. Dungeons were supposed to be like that in the first place.

I pulled my longsword out from inside the tent and stepped foot into the entrance of the Somalia Dungeon.