My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon
BombHere lies a deep level of a certain dungeon.From the black gate of the staircase leading upward, a faint human hand emerged, tossing two deep green, egg-shaped sphere

Bomb

Here lies a deep level of a certain dungeon.

From the black gate of the staircase leading upward, a faint human hand emerged, tossing two deep green, egg-shaped spheres.

They tumbled erratically down the steps, eventually landing on the dungeon floor and detonating with a deafening roar.

The two spheres were M26 fragmentation grenades, primed and ready to explode.

The silence of the dungeon was shattered, as shards of metal violently struck walls and ceilings.

However, as there was no one in the corridor, only the grenades had exploded.

But the sound served as a trigger, causing the ominous aura of the floor to intensify.

Heavy footsteps echoed as thick legs clad in iron armor descended the staircase from the upper level.

It was a soldier in an explosive ordnance disposal suit reinforced with additional thick iron plates.

Two similarly equipped soldiers followed, descending the stairs while aiming Type 62 7.62mm machine guns toward the far end of the passage.

One soldier tugged on a slender rope attached to his arm, signaling "all clear" to those above.

A third soldier, carrying a 12.7mm heavy machine gun (M2) on his own, descended and positioned it squarely in the middle of the corridor, swiftly readying for action.

For these soldiers, now possessing abilities as dungeon specialists, the weight of such firearms was no longer a burden.

In fact, their greater concern was avoiding damaging the weapons while carrying them.

From the far end of the corridor, where their gun barrels pointed, the murderous intent grew ever stronger, accompanied by an ominous presence.

"Open fire! Don’t let a single one through!"

"“Yes, sir!”"

Though the command had already been issued, the descending officer shouted again to bolster morale.

Behind him, soldiers carrying Type 96 40mm automatic grenade launchers and iron shields for close combat descended one after another.

Before long…

From the depths of the dungeon corridor, monsters surged forward, emitting sinister cries.

"Target identified: Land Harpy!"

Spotting the approaching monsters, one soldier shouted their name.

Land Harpy: a hybrid monster, half-human and half-bird, standing over three meters tall.

Its lower body was unnaturally robust for a bird, with talons sharpened like razors, capable of tearing flesh at a touch.

Its upper body bore an uncanny resemblance to a human.

Its eyes were set on the front of its head like a human's, but its mouth was a massive beak.

The wings extending from its shoulders were stunted, with claws resembling those of a pterosaur midway along the wingspan.

This grotesque fusion of human and bird traits was the Land Harpy.

"Fire!"

Undaunted by the approaching monstrosities, the seasoned soldiers held their ground, opening fire at the officer’s command.

The roar of overlapping gunfire shook the air violently.

The barrels of the Type 62 machine guns and the 12.7mm heavy machine gun spat fire, ejecting red-hot bullets with relentless speed.

The lead Land Harpy was struck by the barrage, its body parts obliterated by the immense impact, causing it to collapse.

Its fall threw those behind it into chaos.

Soaring overhead, launched from a Type 96 automatic grenade launcher, was a grenade.

It scraped the glowing blue ceiling of the dungeon, scattering red sparks as it landed deep in the horde of immobilized Land Harpies, exploding with devastating force.

"Cease fire! Area secured! Notify the rear containment team!"

Receiving the report, the containment team waiting above promptly descended.

Carrying tanks akin to flamethrowers, they began securing the half-dead Land Harpies writhing on the dungeon floor.

The tanks were not filled with gasoline but a chemical that rapidly solidified upon exposure to air, rendering the monsters immobile.

There was a reason for this method.

In dungeons with high magical energy, monsters regenerate quickly even after being killed.

If left unchecked, they could obstruct the way forward or attack from behind.

Thus, the containment team adopted the practice of neutralizing monsters alive.

"What’s the situation? Does the path ahead look extensive?"

The officer removed his helmet and spoke to a soldier who, eyes closed, was tilting his head as if concentrating.

This soldier possessed spatial perception skills.

"Yes… The area ahead is vast. It would be best to use bombs here.

To cover the space adequately, I’d recommend placing 17… no, 20 to be safe."

"Understood. Go back and rest for now."

"Thank you, sir..."

The officer allowed the pale-faced soldier, exhausted from using his skills derived from bat-like sensory organs, to take a break.

Then, he issued the next command with vigor.

"Set up bombs at the secured passage! Begin preparations immediately!"

"““Yes, sir!””"

What was brought to the floor was a peculiar machine, with three human-sized tanks arranged in a triangular formation.

Between the tanks, numerous small flared nozzles were aligned.

"Activate the bomb. Set the detonation timer for 20 minutes."

"Activating bomb. Timer set for 20 minutes. Setting complete."

Following the officer's command, a soldier operated the panel with precision, confirming the task was done.

The machine began emitting the sound of compressors, while the small nozzles started releasing a highly flammable gas.

"All personnel, evacuate to the upper levels immediately!"

The soldiers followed the command with disciplined precision, initiating the retreat.

Left alone, the machine known as the "Bomb" quietly continued its operation.

At the designated time, it unleashed a powerful explosion.

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