I Was Connected to Earth’s Black Market From Another World With The Skill [Market]! (WN)

Here’s the chapter. Enjoy~

Chapter 207 – Dungeon & Dragger

This is quite a challenge.

As soon as I entered the dungeon, I knew I was in for a tough time. Because…

“The risk is not worth the cost.”

According to the information I got from Ivan-san and the other members of the guard who brought me to the dungeon entrance on horseback (I refused their help and had them go straight to the territorial border). The price of the magic core and materials. It was surprisingly cheap.

As for the monsters that are not so hard to find because they are numerous, such as goblins and horned rabbits, it is not hard to understand why they are so cheap. However, the large ones, such as cave wolves and large rock bears, which are quite common and can be found frequently, are not magical beasts (they do not have magic cores in their bodies), so the purchase price of their materials is very low. In addition, their meat tastes bad, so there is no place to buy them.

A pack of five cave wolves or a normal-sized large rock bear is said to be a threat that a fourth-class party of four can barely defeat, so it is probably economically feasible to kill them with swords and magic, but they move so fast that it is difficult to kill them with guns. If you shoot too many useless bullets, you may fall into the red.

“A single pistol shot is enough for that thing.”

Well, maybe for you. It is impossible for me to shoot and kill a wolf the size of a large Chihuahua moving fast in the dark or a rabbit the size of a Shiba Inu jumping to near the ceiling of a dungeon with a single shot. I’m afraid I’ll have to set up a barrage. If I shot 9mm Parabellum rounds with the Browning Hi-Power, I would probably be in the red. Even with thirteen rounds, the lack of a spare magazine hurts, and a MAC 10 is out of the question. With fully automatic fire, it takes 30 rounds of 45ACP in 2 seconds, and with single-shot fire, it’s hard to aim and hit…

Then AKM. The ammo is cheap, but I don’t like the idea of throwing 7.62mm rounds around. It’s noisy, and there are still adventurers in the back, so I’m worried about collateral damage. I can ignore them, kick them around and break through, but if we leave a large number of magical beasts in our wake, it will be an impossible task to get back with the desperate people who will probably be wounded. I guess the shotgun is the only way to go. I only have a little over a hundred shotgun shells left. Should I buy more? No, it would be difficult to maneuver a long-barreled Ithaca with a gunstock in a confined space.

“Oh, I see.”

“What’s wrong?”

This is where the Sturm Ruger Mk2, a gift from Simon, comes into play. For a handgun, it is light and has low recoil. It uses 22 caliber long rifle ammunition, which is by far the cheapest ammunition on the market. The bullet is the size of a toddler’s finger. The ammunition Simon gave me was factory ammunition from a well-known manufacturer, but it was in a plastic bucket in a jumbled mess. According to the label, it contained 1,400 rounds. I’ve never seen such a method of selling in the U.S. before.

“All right, I’ll take care of the small stuff while I practice. When the big ones come out, you take care of them.”

“Okay.”

The gun has a silver stainless steel body with a heavy barrel and silencer. It has less than half the energy of a .45 ACP, but it has good accuracy and surprisingly high lethality.

Making a faint clicking sound, the Sturm Ruger Mk2 shoots through the heads of cave wolves and horned rabbits with amazing accuracy and almost no recoil. To be precise, there does not seem to be any recoil, but the kinetic energy is certainly sent to the target without excess. Even though they are small caliber, hollow point bullets are crushed and bloom inside the body. Although they do not kill instantly, the hit prey will fall down in a few minutes, writhe in agony, and pass out. Some of them may have escaped, but I don’t have time to worry about that. It would be better if they did not remain a threat later.

But this is really easy to shoot; I thought it was a .22.

“Oh, you’re good at it, aren’t you? Have you improved your marksmanship?”

“It’s a good gun. I like the .22 LR a lot.”

The gun is weak, though, so Myrril takes care of the occasional leather-armored goblin or hard rock bear.

Once a certain number of corpses are assembled, I store them out of the way. I skip the dismemberment, as there is no time, and bring the whole body back to the guild, as we can request the guild for it.

The Mk2 came with three spare magazines, including a cheap plastic one. I keep firing, reloading whenever I see an opportunity. If there were not a stranded person in distress in the back, I would enjoy shooting for fun, but I would continue my extermination work.

Soon, perhaps lured by the smell of blood, there was a sign of a large creature moving in.

“Mir?”

“I know what it is. It’s a… giant ogre. Don’t worry; just keep taking care of the little things.”

Hey, hey, hey. I feel like I’m getting a better shot. It feels like the bullets are going where I think they’re going. Could this be the beginning of a bond between me and Mk2?

“Takifu, you’re going to get hurt if you keep grinning and giggling in a cave of monsters. Be careful.”

I was scolded. But what she said made sense.

According to Ivan-san, the giant ogre is one of the most dangerous magical beasts in the dungeons of Sarz. The frequency of their appearance is not that high, but they are often found in relatively deep dungeons on the third floor or lower. We haven’t even reached the second floor yet.

The giant ogres that appeared were about 2 meters tall. Their skin was reddish and greenish, and they had no clothing, just the remains of armor they had apparently stolen from humans. Their weapons ranged from clubs to battered iron weapons. Probably 22LR bullets would not penetrate them.

“Two on the left and one coming from behind.”

Just as I said that, the UZI buzzed, and the huge body crumpled to the ground. As usual, the bullets hit them in the eyeballs, killing them instantly.

“Yoshua, keep going.”

“Got it.”

They look like humanoid magical beasts that look like an orc with a different color, but in the dimly lit dungeon, it is hard to tell them apart. I had heard that orcs have fangs and giant ogres have horns, but as far as I could see when I stored them, they had neither fangs nor horns, so I think they might be subspecies or perhaps individuals of the same species. If we classify them based on whether they call big games or not, they could be giant ogres.

“Maybe they just don’t have any big ones around, but they do give off an odor.”

Myrril laughed, reading my thoughts. I didn’t want to react because that would have raised a flag. We went to the back and searched for the adventurers who were supposed to be isolated.

“Hey! Is anyone here?”

There was a sign of something crawling out, but when I looked, it was a goblin. I quickly fired at it, but perhaps because of its thick skull, the 22LR was deflected, and Myrril shot it in the eye, causing it to collapse.

“There seems to be no human response. Maybe they’re on the lower floor.”

We descend the incline and reach the second floor. Keeping an eye on our surroundings, we call out to them as we proceed.

“This way!”

After a while, a voice answered my call. It sounded like a cave wolf. We passed through a narrow, dimly lit rocky area and emerged into an open space.

A large rock bear turned around from behind a rock, but before it could stand up, it was hit in the eyeball by a .45 caliber bullet and rolled away.

“Well done.”

“Looks like there’s a lot of commotion back there. Guess I’ll reload here.”

While Myrril loads the magazine, I take out as many cave wolves as I can see around me. I don’t see any horned rabbits from the second floor, as if there’s some sort of boundary between the different habitat groups.

“Please, I can’t hold it!”

“We’re coming!”

In response to the cries, Myrril hurriedly reloaded and began to move. I followed in the direction of the voice.

“…Mm?”

The isolated adventurers formed a semicircle against the wall in an all-around alert posture, but four of the seven were still down. Whether they were alive or dead was unknown. The remaining three were unable to move properly and could barely stand. The creature they were desperately fighting was one I had never seen before.

“Can we shoot those things?”

“I don’t know, but we can’t just leave them there.”

It looked like a cave wolf, but unlike the Chihuahua-sized wolf, it had a body the size of a large dog with two heads. It has two heads.

“You, get down a bit; it’s dangerous.”

To keep the adventurers out of the line of fire, Myrril and I split up and approached. The two-headed wolves reacted by jumping back and bellowing in a coordinated circle. Compared to the Chihuahua wolf, who was rather stupid, this one seemed more intelligent.

“Is this guy… the leader of the cave wolf pack?”

“I don’t know.”

I have heard that in the case of forest wolf packs, only the leader of the pack is a magical beast of great intelligence, good fur, and great size. However, I’ve never seen a forest wolf in person.

“Takifu, these little bullets won’t work on such a large figure.”

“I know.”

Myrril’s UZI fires, but surprisingly, the two-headed wolf dodges it by jumping aside. Surprisingly, she doesn’t give them a chase; she turns the short machine gun around her back with a leather belt.

“Mir?”

“These beasts are acting so cocky. They turned their fangs on the Demon King’s wife…”

Myrril raises her hands to show that she is unarmed and smiles as she leans forward slightly. It’s like the starting position for a quick-fire competition.

“We need to remind them of their place, don’t we?”

“That’s dangerous, you idiot!”

The wounded adventurer stepped forward to save Myrril, but even as he did, two two-headed wolves charged straight at Myrril. It was clear that no matter how hard he tried, he would not be able to save her in time.

Bang!

Just as he thought they had bitten the dwarf girl’s head off, the leading wolf’s entrails are smashed into the wall and rolled over. Is that an Alaskan pull-out shot? That’s awesome power.

The second two-headed wolf, which seemed to be trying to bite Myrril’s belly from a blind spot, instantly sensed the danger and tried to jump back, but it was hit in the side with a hook and rolled in front of me.

“Now, may His Majesty the Demon King grant you death.”

I appreciate you making a show of it, but I don’t think I’m cut out for this.

As the wolf tries to jump up, Ithaca’s shotgun blows off the wolf’s right head. The next bullet shattered the wolf’s head as it tried to bite when I stuck the barrel of the gun into the mouth of its fanged left head.