Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

The 10th Floor of the Menestale Dungeon.

In the past, when I was with Cal and Alsetin, we had resolved the situation by shooting an arrow at the core, but today was different.

We did nothing at all.

Benedict had assured us that there was no need to do anything.

Standing at the forefront, Benedict observed as the golem began to form around the core, loosening his shoulders with a hearty laugh.

“Lord Benedict. The buffs?”

“No need for those, Bishop Johann. What use would they be in handling something like this?”

Once the shape of the golem was complete, it landed in midair, shaking the chamber with its weight and asserting its presence.

Upon spotting Benedict at the front, it raised its massive arm.

It was a punch.

A simple punch, nothing special about it.

If an ordinary person made such a movement, the onlookers would have chuckled.

However, the owner of that punch was a golem.

With overwhelming size, weight, and power, it transformed that simple punch into a disaster.

The force contained within it was enough to make me think it would be challenging to block.

Yet, Benedict, the one who had to receive it, remained calm.

He didn’t cast a spell.

He didn’t receive a buff.

He didn’t even draw his sword.

He simply extended his arm back, preparing to absorb the golem’s punch.

To anyone watching, it was almost a ludicrous act.

No matter how large Benedict was, he was still human.

How could he withstand the punch of a giant that could crush him just with its size?

He looked like a grasshopper blocking a carriage. No matter how high his spirit soared, the outcome seemed inevitable.

But Benedict denied the very concept of common sense.

KWA-BAAANG!

As the golem’s fist met Benedict’s, a shockwave sent my hair flying.

In that instant, I witnessed a bizarre sight.

The golem’s arm trembled.

The punch that was supposed to demonstrate the fundamental disparity between us had come to a halt.

I tore my gaze away and looked to the other side.

In the shadow of the fist, I saw Benedict’s face.

Despite having stopped the weight of the golem with his own fist, a smile still lingered on his face.

“Is this all you’ve got?”

As Benedict effortlessly endured the weight, he added strength to his arm, and cracks began to spread from where his arm met the golem’s fist.

Like stones falling on a frozen lake in early winter, the cracks rapidly spread, and soon I heard an ominous sound as the golem’s arm lost its original shape and collapsed.

“Is this all? Retreat! You’ve only increased your spirit to this extent?”

With neither reason nor soul, the golem, feeling no pain, swung its remaining arm towards Benedict.

But the outcome was the same again.

The giant’s arm could not defeat the human fist and crumbled away.

“Shall I finish this?”

As he observed the stones falling due to gravity, Benedict spoke and jumped upward.

Despite wearing heavy armor that thudded with each step, his body, stepping on the stones, appeared light as a feather.

Before long, he reached the spot where the golem’s head was located and threw a punch toward the core from an unstable position with nowhere to stand.

KWA-BAAANG!

After a sound that could be mistaken for a bomb exploding, I saw something that left me doubting whether anything had ever existed in the golem’s center—it was entirely clean.

Before the golem, weakened and about to collapse, hit the ground, Benedict landed and turned his head toward me, flaunting his shoulders as if to show off.

He clearly wanted to hear me say, “Wow, Dad, you’re amazing!”

But Benedict was missing something.

After doing something like that, a true hero should respond with indifference, as if it were nothing.

If he openly showed that he was basking in my praise, I would be reluctant to compliment him.

This innate rebellious psychology was forming.

Was this the influence of my mischievous skills, or was it simply that I, as a person, was wicked?

After some consideration, I concluded that it was probably both.

Alright, let’s ignore it.

<Benedict keeps glancing at you.>

‘I’m aware and ignoring it.’

<...Are you going through a rebellious phase?>

‘Not really, but... hmm.’

It wasn’t impossible to smash that golem with my bare hands.

While it was true that the 10th-floor boss in Menestale was a gimmick-type, its specifications were absurdly tough for a 10th-floor boss.

If a user appeared with overwhelming stats, it was destined to be smashed.

Yet, that didn’t negate the fact that Benedict was impressive.

To disregard the gimmicks and defeat the golem required a minimum level of around 100 for characters in the game.

Considering that Benedict had overwhelmed the golem playfully without using his full strength, he must be significantly stronger than that.

He was at the level of an NPC that would appear in the later stages of the game.

He wasn’t a character meant to appear at this point! This was a classic case of a level 100 boss!

Hey, you pathetic deity. Why not just make Benedict an apostle instead of me?

Wouldn’t that be better?

He’s a reliable and cool middle-aged knight compared to a brat who’s nothing but pretty and full of himself.

Right?

...Hmm.

No answer, huh?

So it really wouldn’t work?

After all, our pathetic deity is a perverted pedophile sadist.

Damn. If only the walls of that pathetic deity were a bit more normal, I wouldn’t have to roll like this!

As I cursed the perverted deity in my mind, I suddenly noticed Benedict approaching me with a pitiful look in his eyes.

Whoa, that’s overwhelming.

Alright, alright. I get it. I can give you some affection!

“Wow! Benedict! That was really impressive! You completely tore apart that golem!”

“What? Stupid father. Do you want to be praised just for smashing that tin can? Wow. How pathetic.”

No! Hey! Can’t you at least take a compliment, you rotten brat skill?

By talking down to me like that, Benedict’s confidence deflated!

Ah, damn it. I get it. You want me to say it directly, right?

I can do that! I can!

“Still, it was kind of cool. For a pathetic papa♡, that is.”

After desperate consideration, I managed to find a compliment that wouldn’t be overly cringy, and Benedict’s face lit up.

“See? This papa is cool, right?”

As if forgetting that we were in a dungeon, Benedict began to act overly animated. I had to think of something else to ignore him.

Otherwise, I would probably end up saying something mean to him.

The first thing I checked after gaining full authority in the meeting that started in the morning was whether any of us had raided the Menestale dungeon before.

If we could use the system there to head straight to the 46th floor, we could prepare for the big battle against Karia immediately.

Count Georg had obviously been someone who had seen the end of the dungeon, and Benedict also mentioned he had explored its depths in the past.

‘I’ve never raided the Menestale dungeon.’

The problem was Johann.

As a clergyman who had served his whole life in the church, he would have no reason to visit such a perilous dungeon.

But it wasn’t a significant issue. The power gathered in this place was overwhelming.

Each one of them deserved to be called a hero. What could be so difficult about raiding the Menestale dungeon?

It was simply a matter of annoyance.

Thus, I suggested we break through to the 46th floor in one day, take a break, and then raid Karia the next day.

After that, we began a discussion about how to conduct the dungeon raid, but this meeting ended before lunch.

The reason was simple.

We could resolve many of the issues arising from raiding the Menestale dungeon with the abilities of the three of us.

The most troublesome heat in the dungeon could be offset by Count Georg’s magic.

Thanks to that, I hadn’t felt any heat during the proceedings with them even once.

The various monsters that appeared in the dungeon were too frightened to approach due to the aura emanating from Benedict.

Because of that, we descended to the 10th floor without experiencing a single battle.

Even when we occasionally encountered injured adventurers, Johann’s single gesture could heal them perfectly, so there was no reason to delay.

Given the circumstances, I could ignore all other factors and simply plot the shortest route.

A boss battle? With this level of power gathered, how could that be a problem?

No matter the gimmicks, the moment they appeared, they would vanish under our overwhelming might.

Just like that golem from earlier!

This was not a bus.

Comparing this to a bus would be an insult to these people.

Rather, it felt more like a train, or no, an airplane.

I was a passenger on the airplane, and these people were the pilots steering it.

Yet there was one complaint.

The ride was not enjoyable at all.

And I don’t mean that figuratively, but literally.

“Come on, Lucy. Let’s go. We have a long way to go, so we need to move quickly.”

Lost in my thoughts, Benedict finally concluded his animated display and lifted me onto his shoulder.

Yes. Just as I had once raced through the academy dungeon with someone on my shoulders, now Benedict was carrying me as we raided this dungeon.

I hadn’t intended to do it this way from the beginning.

I had trained for so long, planning to run on my own and follow behind.

However, I soon realized that this was my hubris.

My physical condition was not great, and the specs of the other humans were simply too high to keep up.

So, as a result, I was forced to be a burden, clinging to Benedict’s shoulder.

No matter how I looked at it, this was the most efficient choice, and I had no other options.

While hanging onto him, descending through the dungeon, I realized that the words of the ancient sages were indeed true.

Wasn’t it called empathy?

When I was the one being carried, I didn’t understand, but now that I was a burden, I could feel that hardship.

I’m sorry! Bish! Faybi!

If a similar situation arises next time, I’ll make sure to consider you as much as possible!

“Then let’s go! Lucy!”

Uwaaaah.

Somebody save me!

It took only six hours to reach the 46th floor of the Menestale dungeon.

This was also somewhat generous, considering the monstrous capabilities of this party.

Benedict was still lively,

Bishop Johann seemed pleased to finally be getting some exercise,

And Count Georg, accustomed to dungeon raids, showed no signs of fatigue.

“Alright, then let’s go back and rest.”

Upon hearing Benedict’s declaration, I cheered inwardly.

Finally, this hellish raid was over!

Hwaaaah. I truly think this was the hardest dungeon raid I’ve ever done.

If only my physical condition had been better, it might have been easier.

But it’s alright. Now we can go back to our lodging and rest comfortably.

Tomorrow, all we have to do is raid Karia, so there’s no need to rush...

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