Chapter 28

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 28

Chapter Title: My 1st Floor Roommate Won't Die (3)

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About 30 minutes after the monster left the house.

'It's back.'

I could see my roommate, who'd gone out, returning home again.

'What's different this time...'

To check the changes in its pattern, I hid on the second floor and quietly observed its movements...

'...What?'

The monster that had returned inside just wandered blankly around the house like an idiot.

'...It's not even trying to come up to the second floor anymore?'

Time passed like that... For about an hour, the roommate simply roamed aimlessly inside the house like a moron.

'...Is this really it?'

I realized that while the monster's pattern had changed, it wasn't some dramatic shift.

'...I got all worked up for nothing.'

Feeling like I'd tensed up unnecessarily, I gradually relaxed as I approached the monster from behind while it sat blankly on the sofa, staring at the empty wall.

And then...

Stab-

I stabbed the awl into its neck again and headed back up to the second floor.

'Same as always.'

This time too, the roommate pulled the awl from its neck...

'Still the same?'

There was no change; it remained exactly as before.

'Getting stabbed with the awl doesn't cause a gender swap?'

What the hell... Why had it turned into a woman the first time I stabbed it with the awl, but not now when I'd done the exact same thing?

'No clue...'

No matter how much I pondered here, it didn't seem like it'd lead anywhere. That's when I started thinking there might be a hidden hint in the message the moderator deleted.

The moment I tried to hit the return button to escape and ask about the deleted info...

Suddenly...

'...But were its breasts always that big?'

I started having this ridiculous thought that the roommate's chest seemed a bit larger.

'...What? Why am I even looking at that...?'

Since when did I have such a weird fetish?

Even if it was a woman... Getting fixated on a monster's breasts...?

'This makes me no different from Anonymous 1...'

What if I'd actually been mentally contaminated and was under a mental attack from the roommate right now?

No, that had to be it.

Otherwise, why would I suddenly go crazy and take an interest in a monster?

'This is serious.'

Look at that.

Sanity had dropped by a whopping 37.

What kind of insane mental pollution is this...!

'Ughhh!'

I thrashed around before collapsing flat on the second-floor floor.

For a moment, I felt pathetic questioning what I was even doing.

'I really need to head back.'

Thinking there was nothing more to do, right as I went to press the return button...

'...Was its face always that pretty?'

I guess I'm just a man after all...

Click-

I raised the camera, snapped a photo of the roommate, and checked the gallery.

I'd briefly thought that since it was a somewhat pretty monster, it might be okay to take a few shots from different angles...

'...Huh?'

The photo on the camera... It clearly showed a completely different woman from the one I'd seen an hour and a half ago.

'...No way?'

At that moment, a flash of insight hit me, and I looked down at the roommate.

Unlike before when it had been staring blankly at the wall, this roommate was circling the living room.

'What if it's not that the roommate won't die...?'

I picked up the awl from the floor and stabbed it into the roommate who was spinning around like it was exercising.

Stab-

'What if the roommate was dying normally?'

This time too, the roommate naturally pulled out the awl from its neck.

As I watched it for a bit... The female roommate had clearly turned into a male form this time.

Now I was almost certain.

'...It wasn't recovering.'

The roommate didn't recover when stabbed with the awl.

Every time it got stabbed in the neck, it died... And each time it died, it resurrected in a different body.

New info had been added to the guide that had been stuck for so long.

This alone meant I'd done my part, so I could've returned right then.

'Sniff... But if I keep killing it, it'll end eventually.'

If it couldn't resurrect infinitely, there had to be an end someday, right?

With that in mind, I thought about killing the roommate as much as I could today.

That's when I saw Anonymous 3's new post and decided to check it first for more info.

'Ah, so that's it.'

The community user's guess seemed spot on.

It wasn't that blunt or fire attacks didn't work; you had to use an attack that could instantly kill it.

The roommate that was already dead couldn't vent its anger at me.

But the ones not instantly killed by blunt force or fire lashed out in rage at their attacker.

'Gotta keep using attacks that can definitely kill it.'

By the way...

'...Why ask to delete stuff related to the deleted log?'

I was a bit puzzled by the moderator's request to remove content about the deleted log.

True to their word, less than 3 minutes after the post, the relevant parts were gone.

Luckily or unluckily, I'd already read it.

'...I don't know what the deleted log was anyway, so whatever.'

Deciding not to dwell on it.

'It's human too.'

Confirming via the camera that this resurrected roommate also had twisted ankles like the others.

I went to stab the awl into its neck again when suddenly...

'Wait... Would this work?'

Wondering if simple contact counted as an attack, I asked the community.

Fortunately, I learned from the moderator that simple contact doesn't count as an attack.

However...

'...No more questions on this? Why?'

The community moderator's words sparked suspicion again.

There was zero record of simple contact in the roommate logs, right?

So how could the mod be so sure it was fine...?

'No way the deleted log... was an accident from contact...?'

Shaking off the chilling thought, I decided not to think about it anymore.

I sat on the stairs to rest a bit, waiting for the roommate to come up.

It took forever without climbing the stairs, starting to feel frustrating.

'Yeah, it'll come eventually.'

I'd already figured out each resurrection had different movement ranges.

Thinking it'd reach here eventually, I waited patiently...

'Here it comes.'

Finally, the roommate reached the base of the stairs, so I placed my hand on its shoulder.

'Touching shouldn't count as an attack, right?'

And pressed the craft button.

'Please...!'

After pressing craft, I bolted up to the second floor without hesitation.

Watching to see if the roommate changed...

'Different one.'

It was a different gender from the previous roommate, confirming craft had worked.

Which meant...

...A golden opportunity to dump all the piled-up crafting uses I'd neglected for so long.

'Kuhuhu~ This place is a total goldmine? Thanks for the meal~.'

'The items duplicate?!'

The god still has 12 crafting opportunities remaining.