Fujitaka These Legs Don't Lie! Harumi's Legacy as the Strongest Mimic

1. Auflage 2023
ISBN: 978-1-7183-0822-0
Verlag: J-Novel Club
Format: EPUB
Kopierschutz: 0 - No protection

E-Book, Englisch, Band 1, 250 Seiten

Reihe: These Legs Don't Lie! Harumi's Legacy as the Strongest Mimic

Harumi can't remember much, like who she is or where she came from, but one thing's for certain... She's somehow been reborn as a treasure-chest-shaped monster-a mimic! And no sooner than she gets her bearings, she gets unceremoniously dumped into a labyrinth full of other monsters and told she must survive for at least five days. Between treasure-hungry adventurers murdering their way through the labryinth and monsterous rivals joining the fray, that won't be an easy task for a newborn mimic!
But although it seems like Harumi's received the short end of the reincarnation stick, she has an invaluable asset on her side. They say that Helen of Troy's face launched a thousand ships, and, well...it looks like Harumi's legs can do the same!

Autoren/Hrsg.

Fujitaka, Tsuyoshi

Weitere Mitwirkende

Yuunagi

Chen, Kevin

Leseproben

Chapter 1: Briefing
This is a dream, isn’t it? Yeah, this has gotta be a dream. This was the first thing that I, completely clueless, decided. After all, I was currently surrounded by all kinds of monsters—humanoid pigs and dogs, skeletons, and more. Well, if I am dreaming, this would have to be a nightmare, wouldn’t it? At the moment, the monsters didn’t seem to have much interest in me. Actually, it was more like they didn’t care, since I’d locked eyes with several of them already. Okay, let’s just assume this is a dream. Staying here will be bad news for me, regardless of whether or not they see me as food. I have no idea when they’ll change their minds. So I tried to slowly and nonchalantly leave, only to immediately realize I couldn’t move. Yep. Surprisingly, I was immobile. Completely, totally, and utterly immobile. Couldn’t even twitch. Is this some sort of paralysis? I thought, but the answer turned out to be much more simple—I just didn’t have any limbs. Yep. Wait, what the hell kind of conclusion is that? But it was the truth. The form I found myself in? A box. A slightly large treasure chest, to be precise—kind of like what you’d see a pirate plunder. And how, exactly, had I figured that out? Well, I could see myself. Apparently my point of view was situated outside of my own body, and I could move my field of vision in any direction I pleased. I could also somehow hear sounds and sense smells, despite a lack of ears or nose. I was a chest, after all. Hm... I don’t remember ever being in such a ridiculous body, though, I thought. That musing immediately led to the follow-up question—what sort of body did I remember having? Unfortunately, I couldn’t recall my previous form. Yep, I had no memory of anything leading up to my presence here. Once again, I looked around the area. Sure enough, I could move my vision anywhere around my main body. It seemed like I was in some sort of plain room, which was unfurnished and made out of unadorned stone. It had one door leading out of it, and it was filled with monsters. When I looked closer, I found several other chests just like me. The others were opening and closing their lids like mouths. Their insides were lined with sharp fangs. I see. Apparently all the chests here were monsters, which meant that I was also most likely one of them. I tried opening my mouth. *Paclack!* It opened. Just like the other chests, I had sharp teeth, and the inside of the chest itself was very dark, though I could see a large tongue. *Slurp, slurp!* The tongue moved as commanded. But what the heck am I supposed to do with just being able to open and close my lid and flick around my tongue?! I can’t go anywhere like this! Wait, my tongue! Am I supposed to use that to try and move? Hmmm... I wanted to believe this was all just a dream, but everything felt so real. I couldn’t sense any sign of waking up either. Well, even if this was reality, I had to wonder what I was here for. I couldn’t even move, after all. “Hello, all you freshly born babies! This is the tenth floor of the Aldora Labyrinth, and I’m its boss! You can call me Marinnie!” When I looked towards the source of the voice, I saw an arachne above us. She spoke while looking down at us. Huh? “Freshly born”? What? No, no. No way. That’s not possible! Sure, I don’t have any memories about my past, but I know so much! Plus, I’m able to think logically. Wouldn’t that be impossible for newborns? I know all these words to describe things! Like, take that woman, Marinnie—she’s got a spider’s body and a naked woman’s upper half growing out of the spider’s head. That sentence alone has a ton of words I can already properly identify and use, like spider, human, woman, naked, and so on! “I’m sure all of you are like, ‘I have no idea what’s going on, I’m just a babyyy!’ but pretty much all of you are gonna end up dead anyway, so I’m just gonna skip the details. For now, I’m just gonna have you guys sit on the first underground floor. Do your level best to survive for a season—five days—okay? If you do, I’ll do the whole explanation thing!” She’s got absolutely no intention of explaining shit. It seemed like that really was all Marinnie was going to say, because she immediately left the room. Then, as if to take her place, an old man entered, dragging along a trailer cart. He was huge, bald, and ripped. Though he was shaped like a human, his skin seemed to be made of rocks. Maybe he was something like a rock human? The rock-man approached me. Wh-What? What’re you gonna do? As I panicked, he grabbed me forcefully and dropped me into the cart. Apparently he was here to move us somewhere else. The old man proceeded to swiftly toss other monsters into his trailer as well. I was going to share this trip with five dog-people, who were essentially more like regular dogs, except they could stand up on two legs and hold weapons. At any rate, the dog-people filled up the rest of the space in the trailer, so the old man carried us out of the room. It was nighttime outside, and the moonlight illuminated the landscape. Unfortunately, just as I’d expected, I didn’t remember this place at all. *Clacka-clacka, rattle-rattle!* We proceeded across unpaved earth. When I looked back at where we came from, I saw several stone buildings identical to the one we left from. Was that...a town...? We headed into a dense forest that contained a large stone tower. We entered said tower. There, the old man walked us into a tiny room before doing something with a small panel on the wall, which caused the room to move with an audible sound. Oh, an elevator? I thought as I looked around the room. I soon found something that seemed to be displaying the floor number. B16, B15, B14, it counted down steadily. It seemed we were heading up towards ground level. I almost thought we would reach it, but the elevator stopped at B1. We left the elevator and entered a stone passage. The old man once again plodded forwards with us in tow. Eventually, he opened a door and towed us inside. The old man dropped us off in the room and left. The room was also made of stone, and it was around five meters large in all dimensions. The ceiling also glowed faintly. I was shut inside along with five dog-people. Uhhh, so what am I supposed to be doing here? “Heya, it’s Marinnie! I’ll be doing this announcement in Lord Aldora’s stead: Season 389 starts nooowww! Let’s all work hard to murder all those adventurers!” As I was deep in thought, I suddenly heard a voice. Adventurers? Murder? “Bow wow!” The doggos seem excited. Do they even understand what the message meant? Hm. This is a problem. At the moment, I understood that something was afoot and that I needed to act, but I didn’t know what to do. “Hey, do any of you know anything?” I tried asking the dogs. Actually, I’d only just noticed that I could even speak. “Bow wow!” The dogs came closer, but it didn’t look like we could communicate. It seemed like they could talk to each other by barking, but I couldn’t make heads or tails of what they were saying. “Someone, please explain this to me! I’m so confused!” Suddenly, I remembered that the canine monsters were named wardogs. Well, it might be weird to say that I remembered it, but I really did just suddenly understand that fact. Then maybe I can suddenly recall other stuff too? I looked around the room and recalled that this was actually a burial chamber—rooms that had both rewards and monsters in them. Hm? If the wardogs are the monsters here, does that mean I’m the reward?! After I’d taken a while to process this information, my sudden realization caused me to question my own existence. That was when a screen popped up in front of my eyes.

Name: Harumi Race: Mimic Gender: Female Level: 1 Gift: The Beautiful Die Young Divine Protection: None Skills: Mimic (Treasure Chest, ?), Languages (Inorganics +2, Human), Storage Equipped Items: None

Apparently it was my personal information. It seemed that my name was Harumi. It didn’t ring a bell, but it would be inconvenient if I didn’t have a name, so I let it slide. Also, it seemed that mimics were treasure chest—shaped monsters. But if that’s the case, then what’s the reward? I look like a treasure chest, but I’m a monster, right? ...