Earth With Dungeon: Saving the World With an Economic Boom

p>As I indulge in the cake after a long time, Shizuku, swimming happily in the sky like a fish, receives my thoughts and answers me.
Huh? Rank B? B Rank?!

[Of course, that’s what I think.
Gun bullets have the attack power to deal with B-rank monsters.
You see, think of attack power as a numerical value.
Mithril Sword appears as a B-rank weapon because it possesses attack power that matches that rank, right? The same applies to gun bullets.
Moreover, they are long-range weapons.]

[Ah… I see.
So when you convert it to attack power, that’s how it works.
Yeah, I guess that makes sense.]

No way! Let’s think about it in terms of a game.
Weapons, for example, tend to be better when the monsters in the dungeon are stronger.

So, let’s say…

Mithril Sword: Attack power 200, 9mm bullet: Attack power 250.
I can easily imagine that.
Damn it! Armor-piercing rounds should have even higher attack power! With a headshot, it would be a weapon capable of taking down Goblin Kings in a single hit.
If we consider the game mechanics of the dungeon, it would naturally be like that.

[Then, does the crafting skill work the same way? You need a high level to make bullets, right? Or even if you can make them, mass production would be impossible.]

The estimated level is level 6 Crafting Skill.
And that’s just for regular bullets.
It’s frustrating.

[That’s what I told you, didn’t I?]

With a calm expression, Shizuku looks at me with an innocent and childlike face.
Oh well, I guess I did say something like that.

[You know, the one about humans determined to lose.]

[That’s right.
That’s why we can’t rely too much on firearms.]

[Sigh, the world is tough, really.]

It’s all just a trap.
It’s becoming exasperating.

I’ll have to become stronger.
Well, because I have the Equivalent Exchange Store.
I can grow stronger gradually.

The road ahead still seems long.
Well, that’s fine.

While taking care of the enemies in the fields, let’s go on an exploration.
Now that I have an assault rifle, I can push myself a little.

As Sakimori leisurely thinks about it, he returns to their homes.

“Hey, Sakimori-shan! What do you have?”

As soon as I arrived home, a young girl who had been playing on the first floor noticed the box I was carrying and ran toward me like a puppy.
I told her it was a cake, and she tilted her head in curiosity, wondering what a cake was.
The other children had the same reaction.

As a result, the cake was divided among the children, so I only had two left.

The hard-boiled guy couldn’t just say he would eat all the cake himself.
So, I had no choice but to go for the style of trying cake for the first time in a while.

I managed to get a shortcake and a chocolate cake, so forgive me, Shizuku-san.

The smiles of the children were priceless.

Seeing the happy smiles of the children, it’s worth it, right?