My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Chapter 129.1

High School Dungeon Stampede

I was zooming through the chaotic city on a motorcycle.

From what I can see, most monsters overflowing from the dungeon are on the 1st and 2nd underground floors. So even ordinary people who have never delved into the dungeon should be able to handle these monsters, as long as they have confidence in their stamina or face them in groups.

Yet, almost everyone is in extreme confusion, frantically running around in sheer panic. They're being relentlessly pursued by monsters, taking advantage of the situation.

"Oh, that guy!"

In my field of vision, an elderly man trying to escape the monsters grabs the collar of a young man running ahead and pulls him down. Seriously, sacrificing others to save oneself? That's not something a grown-up should be doing.

That geezer is a real nuisance.

"Mucus Rope!"

As I pass by the two struggling figures on my bike, I extend two strands of sticky slime. One to help the fallen young man get up as a lifeline, and the other.

The legs of the old man, who selfishly tried to save himself with a low blow move, are somehow pinned to the ground.

The consequences of his actions catch up with the old man, and he falls spectacularly, spraying blood from his nose. Shamelessly, he even seeks help from the man he toppled just a while ago.

Well, I watch without intervening and ride away.

The old man grabbing the collar of the young man in front of him was also an accident, probably. So, my accidentally extending the mucus rope was just another accident. In times of emergency, such confusion often happens.

But such incidents are just the beginning. On my way to Shark's high school, I'm constantly confronted with the ugly side of these people.

Shoving aside the woman's legs in front, those who run ahead to escape. Violently reversing through traffic jams and flipping cars dramatically.

"This is awful Is this the image of Japan that has become complacent in peace? Ugh!"

To top it off, someone tries to steal my bike while I'm running, throwing color cones at me.

Seriously, what a hellish scene. It seems that the damage caused by humans hurting each other is much greater than the damage caused by monsters.

Well, as someone who threw a color cone, I made sure to make the person pay for it by making a U-turn to let them taste the slime bullet. They tried to take my life with such a move. Let them choke and reflect on their actions a bit.

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And so, rushing through the city amid chaos, I finally reached the vicinity of the high school where Shark attends, only to find that it's also in a terrible state.

Flames are rising from various parts of the city.

Upon closer inspection, goblins wielding torch-like objects are running around, setting fire to hanging laundry and futons.

What a terrible situation. This isn't just bad; it's downright disastrous.

"Those scoundrels Argh!"

I try to create rock salt to throw at them, but the goblins released from the dungeon are scurrying around like it's their world, making it difficult to aim.

Furthermore, there are people in the vicinity anxiously observing the city's state, almost as much as the goblins. The risk of accidental shots is very high. In such a situation, throwing rock salt haphazardly could hit an unsuspecting person who suddenly appears. That could lead to a disaster.

(Hmm, I have no choice. Anyway, let's hurry to the school)

As I ride my bike towards the school, not even a moment passes before I'm suddenly shot with a pistol.

Approaching a crossroads, there's a loud bang! It felt like a firecracker, and a sharp impact ran through my left shoulder.

Looking in the direction of the shot, I see a young police officer surrounded by goblins. The next moment, still holding the gun, he's pounced on by the goblins and falls to the ground.

In the shadow of his fall, beyond the road, is a mother holding a baby and leading a child. Presumably, the young officer was smeared with those goblins by ordinary citizens. And maybe he couldn't escape from that spot due to his duties.

"Oh, come on!"

If my assumption is correct, that officer is probably a very dedicated and good policeman.

But time is precious now. Still, I don't wish for him to die in such a trivial manner. Frustrated and torn, I head towards the officer surrounded by goblins.

"Salt Cutter! Hey, are you okay? Get a grip!"

I kick away the goblins and help the young officer get up. However, his eyes are unfocused, and he's in an intense excitement with heavy breathing. So, I deliver a punch to snap him out of it.

"Hah!?"

Finally, it seems the officer has recovered from his hanged-up state. With a face covered in blood from goblin scratches, he looks around in a hurry.

"Are you okay now? Damn it, if you're going to shoot a gun, aim better. You hit me! And if you can't use projectile weapons anymore, quickly switch to close-range weapons like a baton! That's basic, you know?"

Right. If a beam rifle or bazooka runs out of ammo, an ace pilot should quickly switch to a beam saber for close combat unless they want to become useless.

"Ah um I'm sorry."

"Yeah. If you're injured, just run away or have your colleagues come for you. Well, I'm going now."

"Th-thank you"

Finally, I arrive at the entrance of the high school where Shark attends.

As I get off the bike and look back, for some reason, the young officer from earlier is walking unsteadily towards me.

I just turned around out of curiosity to see if he managed to escape well, but I never expected him to follow me. What's he thinking? With light injuries, he might die alone. Seriously?

"Hey, what are you doing!"

Reluctantly, I return to the officer staggering and lend him a shoulder, bringing him onto the school grounds and carrying him to a place near the entrance with a water tap.

"Wash your face there and recover your strength. See you!"

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