My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon
Chapter 372

A Rather Hmph-worthy One

On the seventh underground floor, we were greeted by a massive swarm of Giant Ants, which we annihilated in droves.

Moreover, while the enemy could only pass through the narrow tunnel one at a time, we ambushed them in an open area right after descending to the seventh floor, turning it into a 4-on-1 beatdown.

Unintentionally, we ended up in a situation similar to when Miyamoto Musashi fought the Yoshioka dojo—luring them into a confined space to force 1-on-1 battles. Though, well, a 4-on-1 might be a bit too brutal.

At any rate, Serai-san and Nina-san leveled up from this battle.

Serai Machi

Level: 24

Race: Human

Class: Naruto Scholarship Student

Skills:

[Acid], [Agility], [Brute Strength], [Slime 3]

[Flight]? (Effect of the suit)

Nina Shizue

Level: 23

Race: Human

Class: Naruto Scholarship Student

Stats: ALL ~370

Skills:

[Acid], [Agility], [Fleet Foot], [Compound Interest], [Slime 3], [Lightning]

Hmm… Neither of them absorbed life energy from a boss-level enemy, yet their stats rose by nearly 40. Guess this is another result of their mountain training?

"Whew, that was hectic. But still, easy win."

"They kept coming nonstop, but the tunnel was so narrow only one could get through at a time."

Yeah, like they said—unless the frontmost ant broke through, the ones behind couldn’t join the fight. And the lead Giant Ant? Instantly had its jaws glued shut with slime before getting ganged up on.

At that point, it was literally helpless—couldn’t even lift a hand (or leg).

Same as with crab or scorpion pincers, monsters with biting jaws have strong closing force but weak opening strength. At best, their opening force is about a third of their closing power. So, if you bait them into biting, then hit them with slime the moment their jaws clamp shut, they’re left unable to bite anymore.

"Good work, both of you. You’ve used up some mana, so let’s have lunch here."

""Yeah~""

We spread strong-smelling acid down the passage ahead to repel monsters and set up sticky slime membranes closer to us.

Yep, that should keep our lunch break undisturbed.

Pulling cooking tools from the spatial storage, I started prepping lunch. I’d brought a ton of sweet-braised ultra-giant boar meat in Tupperware, so I figured I’d cook some rice and make braised pork bowls.

……

After lunch, I let them nap to fully recover their mental energy.

They’d been using mana every fight to produce slime and avoid injuries, after all. We’ve got more ahead, so they’ll need their stamina back in top shape.

Meanwhile, I’ll tend to Masaru’s wounds.

"Alright, Masaru, show me where you’re hurt."

Masaru’s kicks are insanely powerful—but unfortunately, he loves head-on brawls.

He’ll dodge if his face is targeted, but for body shots, he prioritizes attacking over evasion. So, his arms and thighs were littered with wounds from Giant Ant body slams and claw swipes.

"Bffhmm!"

"Hey, don’t fuss. Layering new wounds over old ones will just slow your healing."

Holding down Masaru as he tried to squirm away (probably disliking Grandpa’s special ointment’s smell), I rubbed the salve into his wounds. Then, to prevent further injuries, I stuck rock-salt protectors on his shoulders and thighs.

"Bffhn, bffhmm!"

"Huh? You don’t like these either? But you’ll keep getting hurt without ’em. Hey—wait! Fine, fine, stop trying to rip them off!"

Annoyed, Masaru started tearing at the rock-salt protectors I’d just made.

"Ugh, stubborn much? Okay, how about… this?"

Since he hated the protectors, I draped the ultra-giant boar pelt (from under his butt) over his shoulders instead.

"Bffhn."

"This works? Jeez, you’re such a hassle…"

Masaru seemed fine with the pelt, so I channeled mana to make it more pliable, then cut it into large strips.

Ugh, what a pain—but raw, this stuff’s tougher than truck tires. I fitted the processed pelt onto Masaru’s body like samurai armor sleeves and skirt plates.

…

"Yaaawn… Ahh, that felt great. Wait, what’s that? Masaru, what even—?"

"Hm? Oh, heh… Looks like some kinda bushido kangaroo samurai, huh?"

The two woke from their nap to find Masaru now clad in ultra-giant boar pelt instead of rock-salt armor, his new look leaving them stunned.

Hmm… A samurai, huh? Maybe I should add a banner on his back that says "A Rather Hmph-worthy One"?