My Refrigerator Turned Into A Dungeon

Ura! Serai-san and Nina-san were struggling to grasp the sensation of manipulating their auras.Well, even if you say “break out of your shell,” putting it into

Ura!

 

Serai-san and Nina-san were struggling to grasp the sensation of manipulating their auras.

Well, even if you say “break out of your shell,” putting it into words is easy, but actually doing it is another story. After all, as you grow older, breakthrough experiences don’t just happen all the time.

That said, life is built upon the accumulation of small breakthroughs.

Like the day a baby first stands on its own feet. Or the day they first ride a bike or manage to do a backward roll on the monkey bars—even if they forget, those were all precious breakthroughs.

New perspectives and sensations gained through fresh experiences. That’s what growth is—what a breakthrough is.

But to achieve this, you inevitably have to break free from your past self. And I realized that at the rock bottom of despair…

For example, when you’re caught in a downpour. You desperately try to endure the rain, scrambling to protect yourself and your clothes. But once your underwear is completely soaked, it all becomes pointless.

In other words, when you’re desperately trying to protect something, it becomes an anchor that shackles your thoughts. But if you just let your pants get soaked, what’s left is a reckless, devil-may-care freedom.

Hmm. Well, whether this interpretation is accurate or not, the point is—unless you shatter the rigid beliefs binding you, you can’t move forward.

And in their case, their thoughts and values are those of trendy, modern college girls. So if you hit them with edgy, chuuni-sounding stuff like “auras,” there’s no way they’d get it.

So, I suggested they try opening their hearts a little more.

“Enough with sharpening your spirit and all that fine-tuning! From here on out, it’s free time! Both of you, go wild however you want in nature!!”

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To live in society among many people, you need ethics and morals to restrain yourself. But it’s also true that these very ethics and rigid concepts hinder the freedom of the heart.

Back when I was rampaging alone in the dungeon. Amidst the piercing sorrow, there was also a strange exhilaration—a sense of liberation in that emptiness.

Yes, that’s the soul unshackled. The Free Soul. Unless your soul is free, you’ll never control an aura.

They say Adam and Eve were cast out of Eden for eating the fruit of knowledge.

But how did God find out? Because they started covering their privates with fig leaves. Like, “Aha! Why you hidin’ your junk?! Hah… bet you ate the forbidden fruit!!”

By eating the fruit, Adam and Eve gained shame and could no longer bear being naked.

This is called original sin. But perhaps what saddened God wasn’t the act itself, but how they became bound by knowledge, losing their free and innocent hearts.

Anyway, forcing meditation and spiritual training just leads to exhaustion and boredom—counterproductive.

That’s right—passion is what makes things good. The reason I never got tired of training was because dungeon adventures were thrilling, and seeing my efforts pay off was exhilarating.

Exactly—vibrate your soul! Just follow your heart’s desire! Come on, both of you, let loose and shout to the beat!

“Waoh! Waoh! Waooh!!”

Serai-san yelled, swinging a bone around as she dashed through the trees.

“Luxury cars?! I hate luxury cars~!!”

Nina-san, for some reason, was smashing fallen logs with a Hyper Excalibar.

Seemed like she was venting pent-up frustrations. The impact was tremendous, reducing the logs to splinters in seconds. Hmm, hard to imagine from the usually calm Nina-san.

(But that’s what makes me happy. They’re showing me their raw, unfiltered hearts…)

I’d already told them: “No holding back. After all, you two accepted me—a guy stuck in a girl’s body—with kindness, right? So no matter how ridiculous you act, I’ll never judge.”

Their actions were proof they trusted me.

“Hey, Egetsu-san-san, join us!”

Serai-san climbed down from the tree and held out the bone hammer to me.

“Damn right. You can’t just make us embarrass ourselves and laugh about it later… Heh, but when you said to go wild and empty our minds, I was like, ‘What’s this guy on about?’ Turns out it’s pretty fun.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nina-san, having swung her Hyper Excalibar and blown off steam, came over too.

““Come on! Let’s go!””

So I took the bone hammer and spun it around with a flourish.

“Oh… Alright, let’s do this!”

And just like that, we went full Zunbibiubaua! Uraura Bekkanko! until the sun went down.