The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 38

𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑𝟖: 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐲

I operate the Automata from my living space, making it walk through the forest near the dungeon.

By the way, even while doing this work, I am able to strengthen the dungeon.

Parallel thinking and arithmetic ability.

While walking through the forest, I found a monster.

It was a goblin.

A group of several led by a hobgoblin.

I wonder if there were still some left.

Alright, let’s kill them.

At first, I thought about letting the Automata fight for the sake of testing its performance, but I reconsidered and decided to conduct an experiment.

First, I summon a black iron golem using the monster transfer function.

I order it to charge and kill the goblins.

I was watching it after having the Automata release the pseudo-dungeon area.


Then, in less than 10 seconds, the black iron golem slaughtered the goblins.

As a result, no DP came in.

I thought so.

Even if the dungeon monster does the killing, if it’s not within the dungeon area, no DP comes in.

At this rate, it doesn’t seem like any experience points are coming in either.

From now on, when I kill, I’ll try to do it within the area as much as possible.

I revive the pseudo-dungeon area and send back the black iron golem.

Actually, the black iron golem is really strong.

I should increase it a little more.

By the way, I decompose the corpses of the goblins.

It helped a little with the DP.

The experiment is over, so let’s move on.

While I was moving on, I found another monster.

It’s a big wolf.

It’s about 3 meters long.

Also, it’s the first time I’ve seen a monster other than a goblin that is not a dungeon-born monster.



𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐋𝐯𝟏𝟖

𝐇𝐏: 𝟐𝟎𝟎/𝟐𝟎𝟎

𝐌𝐏: 𝟐𝟎/𝟐𝟎

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤: 𝟏𝟓𝟒

𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞: 𝟖𝟏

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: 𝟏𝟎

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝟑𝟑

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝟏𝟖𝟗




It’s about the same as a hobgoblin.

It’s a small fry to me, and a small fry to the Automata.

But the killer wolf didn’t seem interested in us.

Rather, it was busy with something else.

This killer wolf is currently attacking a human.

“Help meeeeeee!”

The one screaming pathetically is a man dressed like a merchant.

He looks about my age, so he should be called a boy.

He was carrying something like a huge backpack on his back.



𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧: 𝐋𝐯𝟖

𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞: 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤

𝐇𝐏: 𝟓𝟎/𝟓𝟎

𝐌𝐏: 𝟕/𝟕

𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤: 𝟐𝟏

𝐃𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞: 𝟐𝟓

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: 𝟏

𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞: 𝟖

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝: 𝟓𝟎




🔹𝔄𝔴𝔢𝔟𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰.𝔠𝔬𝔪 ― ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔩𝔤𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔠𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔫s𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔡 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 “𝔡𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔶 𝔲𝔭𝔡𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰” 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔵𝔠𝔩𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔠𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔡𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰🔹

He’s weak.

Even weaker than the killer wolf.

He seems to be surviving by somehow blocking the killer wolf’s fangs, which are trying to bite down on him, with a knife that seems to be for self-defense, but if things continue like this, I think he will die in a few seconds.

“Help meeeeeee!”

Now, what to do?

Humans are creatures not worth saving, and there’s no problem with leaving them to die.

. . .But, there’s actually a merit to saving him.

After all, I don’t know where the human village is right now, I’m in a state of being lost.

If I save him and have him guide me, there’s a high chance I could reach the human village.

Sigh. . .I can’t help it.

I’ll save him.

If he doesn’t prove useful, I can just use him for DP.

So, I had the Automata charge at the killer wolf.

I don’t want to use abilities related to the dungeon in public, so I won’t use monster summoning and such.

Instead, I draw my sword and ready my shield.


Noticing the approaching Automata, the killer wolf left Rick alone and turned to howl at us.

I cut off its head with a sword without allowing any resistance.

The status of the Killer Wolf is at most around 150.

On the other hand, the physical status of the Automata is 1500.

There’s no competition.

With the death of the Killer Wolf, a small amount of DP came in.

The Automata, under my control, wiped off the blood from the sword and sheathed it.

Rick, or whatever his name was, was staring at it in astonishment.

I brought the Automata closer to Rick, or whatever his name was.

“Great. . .”

“Whoooa! You saved me! You’re strong! Thanks for saving me!”

Rick, or whatever his name was, shouted, interrupting the Automata’s words and shaking my hand up and down.

Killing him for interrupting the Automata’s precious first words. . .

Even a body touch would be a capital offense if it were done to the main body.

“Ah. . .”

The moment I started thinking about how to execute him, Rick, or whatever his name was, blushed when he saw my face up close and quickly let go of my hand.

. . .Sigh, so it’s the same in other worlds.

I was hoping that aesthetic sense might be different in different worlds.

Apparently, even in this world, my face appears to be that of a beautiful young girl.

I’m fed up.

“Co, cough! Thank you again for saving me.

I’m Rick, a traveling merchant. Can I ask your name?”

Name. . .name, huh?

There’s no need to hide it.

I can’t be bothered to think of a pseudonym.


“I see, Mamori, huh. That’s a strange name.”

Is it strange?

No, on second thought, in a place where foreign names are common, a Japanese name would certainly stand out.

Well, it doesn’t seem to be so out of place that it’s causing any discomfort, so I probably don’t need to worry about it.

“Why is Mamori here. . .Oh, I didn’t need to ask.

That outfit, that skill. You’re obviously an adventurer, and you’ve probably taken a request in Maya Village, which has been having trouble with monsters lately.”

He’s misunderstanding something.

And right now, he casually mentioned the information I’ve been looking for.

There seems to be a place called Maya Village nearby.

And apparently, there are troublesome monsters there.

. . .The women the goblins had kidnapped, could they be a resident of that village?

If so, the culprit is already dead.

Dead, and under my command.

I’ve been thinking about this for a while, but in this world, they call monsters “monster”, huh.

I should be careful not to accidentally call them “monster” in public.

That aside.

If I don’t correct Rick’s misunderstanding, he might not take me to the village.

So, I shook the Automata’s head from side to side and opened my mouth.


The Automata’s voice is flat, without a shred of emotion, as befits an inanimate object.

Yet, it’s just human enough to pass as cool.

Hearing those words, Rick looked puzzled.

“I just lost my way. I don’t know where the village is.”

Upon hearing that, Rick looked dumbfounded, then,

“Ha, hahahaha!”

He burst out laughing.

I’m going to kill this guy.

“You’re so strong, but you have a terrible sense of direction! That’s fatal for an adventurer! It’s hilarious!

Well, I can’t really talk, since I was attacked by the Killer Wolf out of the blue.”

Then stop laughing as if you’ve hit the jackpot.

I’m going to kill you.

“Alright! To repay the debt of my life, I’ll take you to the village myself!”

. . .Tsk.

You should have done that from the beginning.

Quit running your mouth.

And so, I managed to make arrangements to go to a human village.

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  1. Sareza says:

    The author is really sticking to that concept, huh? Works for me, I guess.

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