Chapter 93
In dungeon conquest, what matters most is momentum.
A-rank No. 8, "Trigger Happy," believes that.
There are many mysteries surrounding this girl's background.
All that's known is that she used to work with the RUS Dungeon Foundation.
No one knows why she came to Japan.
No one even knows her real name, so everyone just calls her Happy.
Happy has snow-white skin, silver hair, and jade-colored eyes—she's stunningly beautiful, but no man dares approach her.
"Hey, so your name's Happy, right? Cute name."
As she was eating at the beer garden after returning from the dungeon, an unusually handsome young man approached her. Behind him were several male high school students in uniform. Apparently, they'd heard rumors of a cute girl and had gone out of their way to visit the outskirts of the camp after school.
In the beer garden, where 90% of the clientele were explorers in their 30s or 40s, seasoned men glanced at Happy and the high school boys from afar and muttered with pity in their eyes, "Ah, more victims."
Happy fiddled with her smartphone, earbuds in. She didn't seem to notice the boys.
"Hey, are you listening? Happy-chan?"
The boy was the top of the school caste.
Star of the soccer team, top of his class.
A perfect guy, like something out of a picture book.
But Happy's eyes remained fixed on the tiny screen of her phone.
The boy thought he was someone who could choose everything.
So her rude attitude started to irritate him.
(What the hell? A guy like me is talking to her, and she doesn't even care? She should be thrilled.)
Thinking that, he placed a hand on Happy's shoulder. "Hey, you can hear us, right? Come hang out with us." The moment he said that, his body was suddenly airborne.
Slammed into the ground, the boy groaned, "Guhh!"
"Don't touch me with those horny hands. Makes me want to shoot you."
Saying that, she pulled out a gun from her coat and fired without hesitation at the groins of the panicking boys.
Three bullets fired. Three guys writhing in agony, foaming at the mouth. She'd basically just shot to kill.
"Good thing this is Japan."
Her tone was gentle. The bullet's power was adjusted with a skill.
But then she kicked the high schoolers in the face with her shoe soles, knocking them out cold. Ah yes, this Russian girl known as "Trigger Happy" truly was terrifying.
The seasoned men in the beer garden, thinking "figures," decided to carry the victims to the infirmary.
The next day, Happy re-entered the dungeon.
With her beloved pistol Pizon in one hand, she was making her way while gunning down dachshunds, when the dungeon suddenly began to shake and the ground beneath her collapsed.
It happened while she was conquering the twenty-third floor as part of the frontline group.
That said, with her strong legs, something like the floor breaking beneath her wouldn't normally be a problem.
But she chose to get caught in it.
Because she thought, "Maybe I can go even deeper."
She believed that momentum was the true key to conquest.
At that moment, she didn't yet know—
That the bottom of the dark void was a realm of danger beyond human imagination.