My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 109.2

Skill [Woman] And My Left Foot That Came Back

A startling new fact.

My newly acquired skill, [Woman], was not a wonderful skill that could summon women, but a ridiculous skill that transformed me into a woman.

And using that skill, I, who had turned into a muscular Amazon, was in the first underground layer, smoking the limbs of a giant dung beetle, absentmindedly nibbling on them.

"Sigh Why is this happening? (Chomp, munch)"

The reason I was smoking the limbs of a giant dung beetle in the first underground layer was twofold. Firstly, I had no idea when the transformation would be undone. Would it take one hour, three hours, or an entire day? Regardless, transforming in public outside would be unbearable.

Moreover, I would lose consciousness in shock during the transformation. If it happened while I was riding a bike, it would lead to a major accident.

The second reason was that I had overhunted, resulting in a surplus of giant dung beetle limbs.

If I left them alone, they would eventually rot. So, I remembered the sakura wood chips I had bought during the trend of home smoking a while ago that had been left unused.

Thus, I found myself making smoked goods in the first dungeon layer.

"(Chomp, crunch)"

However, my lower half was in a suit, and the upper half was exposed breasts.

Yes, I had confirmed it earlier by taking off my top. But there were undeniably large breasts there. Of course, I touched them. But they felt firm and tight, like touching a volleyball.

So, my imagined soft and supple breasts were nothing like this. The shape was perfectly that of breasts, but the feeling was way off. It could be said they were an extension of the pectoral muscles, no matter how you looked at it.

Anyway, even touching my breasts didn't make me happy or amused, so I sulked and continued like that.

"(Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle)"

"Hmm, do you want some meat? Here, I can give you scraps (toss)."

[Jiggle, jiggle, jiggle jiggle, jiggle, jiggle]

Normally, slimes would quickly perceive and approach if something fell. But today, maybe because of the fire, they were observing from a distance.

The heat source for the homemade smoking device was a Fire Wand.

I channeled magic into it to create a small flame, placed it on the floor, and used the giant stink bug's exoskeleton as the material for the homemade smoking device. It had a strong stink bug odor, but the smell disappeared when roasted with fire, so I used it.

On top of that, I laid out sakura wood chips for smoking, placed the limbs of the giant dung beetle on them, and covered everything with the large exoskeleton of the stink bug for the space filled with smoke.

So, with meat hanging down and smoke rising from the giant stink bug's exoskeleton, it looked like some kind of mysterious ritual.

But still, I wanted some garlic dumplings. Oh well, wasting ingredients would be a shame. Under the spirit of not being wasteful, I've been absentmindedly making smoked meat for about three hours now. Well, you could call it escaping from reality.

Even though it's called smoking, it's just pseudo-smoked meat where I lightly smoke the limbs of the dung beetle that have already been cooked with fire to add flavor.

"(Toss, toss) Hmm, do you want some meat too? Huh?"

Among the slimes that gathered, there was one with a different color.

"Oh Could you be the one who ate my leg? How was it, tasty? (Toss)"

My left leg was melted by the digestive enzymes of the giant maggot. Only the tip of the foot remained without melting, but even if it stayed, there was nothing I could do.

So, I threw it away in the first underground layer. It seems this slime happened to eat it by chance. Perhaps that's why this slime alone has a different color than the others.

Well, even if it's just the tip of the foot, my leg must have been excellent bait for the slime to undergo some change. Unlike the other slimes, the red slime, unafraid of fire, came close, shaking its body as if asserting something.

"Hahaha, you glutton. Still want more?"

It's like a stray cat gathering when you're grilling fish. Despite being monsters, they have a certain cuteness.

"Oops, this one. Just because you got a taste doesn't mean you can eat me again (swish!)."

If you allow such a red slime to approach, it gradually got closer and clung to my left leg. I swung my leg to kick it away, but it unexpectedly flew lightly over my head and jumped into the open door of the dungeon's front room.

"Huh!?"

That's ridiculous. Dungeon monsters shouldn't be able to enter the dungeon front room.

I had tried many times before to analyze monsters in the safe dungeon front room, attempting to bring them in. But all attempts failed. There was an invisible magical barrier at the door and stairs separating the dungeon's front room from the other levels, and monsters couldn't pass through it.

So why, of all things, could that red slime??

Timidly standing up and peering at where the red slime disappeared, it bounced back over the dungeon front room's door with momentum.

"Huh! Hey, wait a minute!"

[Stick]

The red slime, reaching out to catch me, stopped right in front of me. What in the world?

"Um be careful!"

[Sticky!]

"Rest!"

[Melty]

"Hmm this is!"

I put my hand on my chin and thought. It seems this red slime can understand what I'm saying. But what on earth does this mean?

Hmm, let me see.

Come to think of it, I heard stories about people who underwent organ transplants and somehow started to be influenced by the donor's hobbies, preferences, or even personalities. People who were fond of meat before the transplant suddenly became fond of vegetables afterward, or people who had no connection whatsoever with the organ donor gradually started to share similar personalities.

Hmm Well, things you don't understand, you don't understand. So, I decided to ask the red slime directly.

"Are you, by any chance, my left leg?"

[Tinpyon! Tinpyon! Tinpyon!!]

Oh, I see! Welcome back, my left leg, now resembling a slime so much.

Observing its behavior, it seems that this red slime, by absorbing my left leg, developed a sense of "[I am the left leg]." Moreover, for some reason, it was liberated from the constraints that would bind other monsters and could freely move within the dungeon.

Well, let's try something.

[Shuon gapo. Shuka!]

I removed the left leg part of the Insect King Suit, opened the slime injection port of the golden left leg, and pointed the emptied prosthetic leg toward the red slime. Excitedly, the red slime entered the prosthetic leg through the slime injection port, making tinpyon! sounds.

"Ouch!"

A sharp pain ran through the left leg that should not exist. And it moved freely. It wasn't magic, nor was it just willpower. It was something between magic and willpower, a connection between the red slime inside the prosthetic leg and below the knee.

"It's moving! And I can feel it! Hahaha!"

For some reason, I felt so happy that tears were about to come out.

In a peculiar form, my left leg had returned. As a slime!