I Found a Hole in my Yard. It Might Be a Dungeon, but That’s Now my Garbage Dump

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She must act now.

She may have taken a detour, but she’s sure that she had drawn closer to the central dome.
Calculating from the distance she had walked, it’s possible that she had already entered that dome.

 

 

The Dream Machine, the objective of her mission, may be very close by.

 

 

(The question is, what should I do with this old man?)

 

 

She could either shoot him dead or ignore him and leave.

For the time being, would the old man’s activities be greatly impeded if she took his flashlight with her?

 

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Thinking of this though, she changed her mind.
She wouldn’t want him to tip her existence to the security out of kindness when he finds out that she disappeared.

At the very least, he would need to be neutralized.

 

 

Fortunately, she still had all the .22-caliber bullets left in the small pistol hidden in her back.

It was probably too much for the small, old man though.

 

 

[Tea is ready.]

 

 

Suddenly hearing the call from behind her, Louise turned around, hiding her astonishment.

 

 

The old man, faintly illuminated by the flashlight on the table, had brought a tray of tea, but she didn’t hear his footsteps or even feel his presence.

 

 

[Come, here you go.
Would Foreigner-san want to drink coffee instead of tea? We do have them, but they’re only instant coffee……]

 

 

[……No, please don’t mind me.]

 

 

The old man, placing a paper cup on the table, sips his tea leisurely, saying “They sure are finding it rough to bring back the light huh”.

Louise also had no choice but to sip her hot tea, when she suddenly thought of something and thought of mentioning it.

 

 

[……Grandpa, how did you boil the water for this tea? The power is out, isn’t it?]

 

 

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[Ahh, we have a gas water heater here.
In times like this, old equipment is more convenient.]

 

 

[An old water heater in a newly built facility? In a place that isn’t a break room?]

 

 

[Fumu…… Is that strange?]

 

 

[Yes, it unfortunately is.]

 

 

Louise took off her mild-mannered foreigner mask and quickly drew her pistol, a natural ruthless smile on her lips.

 

 

[Fuhii……]

 

 

The old man who had the gun pointed at him, his head still looking down, started wheezing like a sick man who could no longer breathe due to asthma.

It seemed to be the old man’s way of laughing.

 

 

Louise kept pointing her gun silently at him without letting her guard down.

 

 

Finally, the old man, who had been making strange breathing noises for at least a minute, slowly looked up.

 

 

[……Good gracious, even when I become old, I shouldn’t be so careless huh……]

 

 

She doesn’t know if it was because of the darkness surrounding them or not, but Louise felt like the old man’s eyes, looking back at her, were like black holes, reflecting nothing at all.