My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Military Otaku High School Girl Shark

"Wha-wha-wha… Why is the refrigerator a dungeon!?"

Well, anyway, I got the expected amusing reaction from Shark. To the flustered and bewildered Shark, I calmly respond.

"That's because ‘My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon' (click)."

Yeah. It's a straightforward way to put it, but that's the truth.

"Hahaha! Alright! Surprised, huh? Did you see that? Oh~ Shark's surprised face~. It was hilarious!"

"Hehe… Yeah, it was a face we don't see often, huh?"

"Grr…!"

After being laughed at by Serai-san and Nina-san, Shark turns red in embarrassment when provoked. Hey, hey, she seems to have a low tolerance for teasing. And it's unusual how she manages to earn Serai-san's ire. She needs to tone it down; otherwise, Shark might genuinely dislike her.

"Well, anyway, this is our secret dungeon. Somehow, my refrigerator got connected to what's called a spatially connected dungeon, a trend nowadays."

"Amazing… So, you're saying we can go to the dungeon door-to-door! Without diving into the sea. Damn, that's cool!"

"Hey, don't speak so loudly. What if the neighbor hears us?"

"Oh, sorry… But still!"

"That's why we called you here today just to discuss. You'll start working for real from tomorrow. Oh, what a bummer, you hurriedly prepared your equipment…"

"Heh, sorry. I didn't think there'd be a misunderstanding."

"Well, you brought it all the way here. You can leave your belongings. By the way, what did you bring so much for?"

"Hehehe. Well, various things! How about it? Want to see!?"

Saying this, Shark's eyes sparkle. She's still a child at heart, eager to show off her prized equipment. Alright, let's go along with it.

"Oh! That's interesting. Please, show us."

"Tch…! Can't be helped. Alright, I'll show you something special. It's really special, you know."

With a triumphant expression, Shark starts unpacking items from her worn-out backpack.

"Ta-da! First, something special made through connections, a custom-made tactical armor!"

From her backpack, Shark pulls out a somewhat futuristic black bulletproof vest. Most of these kinds of gear are foreign-made, so finding a size that fits Shark's petite frame would be challenging.

"Hmm… the surface seems to be synthetic leather and nylon. Quite thick, but is the inner part made of urethane?"

"Heheh, you're wrong! This is different! While it's true that the outer and inner layers are urethane, there's an aluminum alloy and resin sandwiched in the middle! So, it can easily stop a .38 bullet!"

"That's impressive. A layered structure to attenuate penetrating power."

Layering materials with different hardness can weaken the penetrating power of bullets more effectively than a single material. So, this is undoubtedly a much better item than the improvised PVC armor I made when I initially tried to dive into the dungeon. Whether it can stop bullets is another matter, but it's unquestionably a good piece.

"Hmm, it's a good piece. This must have cost quite a bit, right?"

"Yeah. This body armor alone cost 80,000 yen. When you add the protectors for the arms and legs, the total came to 110,000 yen!"

"Oh. This quality at that price is cheap!"

"Right! I got quite a discount thanks to the acquaintance rate! And, and, this is how it looks! Next is…! (rustling)."

Shark enthusiastically boasts about her custom-made tactical armor, and I, in turn, listen with interest, nodding appreciatively. Meanwhile, the two college girls observe us with somewhat indifferent looks.

The contrast between the otaku and the non-otaku. Yes, here lies a stark difference in their profound value systems, creating a clear divide between the two.