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 92

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟗𝟐: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

I had the Automata, which I had teleported to the fort, use the pseudo-dungeon area’s function to confirm that no one was in front of the room before I let it leave the room.

the Automata is now outfitted with gear stripped from soldiers who died in the dungeon.

Among those, it also wears a full-face helmet that completely hides its face.

I guess that with this, it probably can’t be distinguished from regular soldiers, and it should be able to act without arousing too much suspicion.

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So, it’s walking around inside the fort in a soldier style.

Its destination is the commander’s room, but unfortunately, I don’t know where that is. So, for now, it’s walking around in areas that were left blank on the map that Leif drew for me, which means areas that seem to be soldier-only and inaccessible to adventurers.

Of course, I won’t go around investigating every room in this area.

So, what am I going to do?

The ancients said a good thing.

If you don’t know something, you should ask someone.

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“Excuse me, you two over there.”

“Yes?”

“What can we do for you?”

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I had the Automata address two young soldiers who were walking around nearby.

Then, without another word, a punch to the stomach.

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“”?!.””

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The two young soldiers, who might be still green and only had the status of about the first three invaders, were knocked down into the ring by the Automata’s devastating body blow.

I dragged the two of them to a place where they wouldn’t be seen, summoned the zombie-sensei there, and kidnapped them into the middle boss room of the dungeon.

the Automata returned to exploring the fort as if nothing had happened, and the two young soldiers were dealt with by the third Mamori-chan doll that I had recently created.

Though all it did was feed them to the trainer zombie after they had already taken considerable damage, and then interrogate and train them.

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“Tell me where the commander and the heroes are.”

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That’s what I pressed them with.

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“I, I don’t know!”

That was the response.

There’s no way someone under the influence of training could lie, so it seems these two really didn’t know.

Well, it’s only natural that there’s a limit to the information a rank-and-file soldier would know.

Can’t be helped.

So, I finished training them, cast a healing spell, and then released them.

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I discovered something while training the commander.

The domination power of the training skill exceeded my imagination.

At first, I thought it was something similar to a slave mark, but it wasn’t.

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Those who fall prey to this skill are dominated by their master in everything, not just through training.

Everything.

Yes, everything.

Both their bodies, and even their minds.

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For instance, if I were to order Leif to “laugh from the bottom of your heart.”

The power of the slave mark can’t control the heart.

So, probably, Leif would be perplexed by the sudden command and wouldn’t be able to laugh well.

I know this well because I’ve tried it once.

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But what about the victims of the training skill?

Answer: they laugh genuinely.

At least on the surface, it seems that way.

That’s how the commander was.

He laughed uproariously, forgetting his grudge for having his men killed, and his anger at being nearly killed.

It was alarmingly so.

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In the same way, if I command them to lose inconvenient memories, it will be so.

If I order them not to tell anyone that they have been trained by me and to behave as usual, it will be so.

If I command them to swear obedience to me from the bottom of their hearts, I can even make them spin around three times and bark like a dog. I’ve done it.

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In this way, the effect of this skill is more like brainwashing than training.

And it’s perfect.

It’s truly worthy of being called a unique skill of a hero.

Well, the only thing that’s not perfect is that the moment the effect of the skill is released, they seem to realize their abnormality up to that point.

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For now, unless the trainer zombie itself undoes it, the effect of the skill won’t be dispelled. But it’s not guaranteed that there’s no other way to undo it.

That’s why it’s dangerous to perceive those who have become allies through this skill as complete pawns.

If the effect is dispelled unexpectedly, it would be disastrous.

It’s best to use them short-term, and kill them once they’ve served their purpose.

As for the commander, I suppose he’s on a straight path to becoming zombie after he’s killed.

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That’s why I’ve given similar orders to a pair of young soldiers.

Secrecy, act as usual, and absolute obedience to me.

And, I assigned them their roles for when the operation is carried out.

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After that, I continue to walk around the fort, training a few who seem easy to kidnap.

In the process, I managed to extract information about the commander’s whereabouts from someone who knows, so I stopped the preparation work for a while and had him guide me to the commander.

The place we arrived at was an office.

Apparently, the commander had already returned to work.

Returning the day after being nearly killed.

Healing magic is amazing, isn’t it?

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Then, I had the guide knock on the room’s door.

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“Commander, excuse me.”

“Ah, come in.”

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After the victims of the training exchanged such conversation, the door was opened.

Then, there was the commander, wrapped in bandages all over his body.

It seems he wasn’t fully recovered.

From the looks of it, he’s still not capable of fighting.

His HP is still down, too.

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But, other than the commander, there were three people in the room.

One was a woman of a certain age, one was a girl who looked younger than me.

And then, there was a man with familiar black hair.

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The moment I saw them, I was shocked.

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“This, this is the Hero?! I didn’t know you were here! My sincerest apologies!”

“Well, there’s no need to be so formal. Besides, our conversation was almost over.”

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The guide was flustered.

In response, the man called the Hero replied with a wry smile.

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To think that I would encounter the Hero’s party in a place like this.

Now, what to do?

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

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