As Long as You Have the [Shop] Skill, the Dungeonized World Is a Breeze ~The Bullied Youth’s Payback Lifestyle~

those organizations, so unless it wasn’t them, she wouldn’t have bothered to mention a group of humans.

“It was an armed group of humans.
I believe they weren’t part of the police or some state organization.” (Sol)
“Hmm… Very interesting.
In other words, those ordinary civilians didn’t have the intention of continuing to take it lying down, huh?” (Bouchi)
According to Sol, they didn’t have any drilled coordination like the JSDF did, and their strength on both an individual and group level was lousy.
However, they made up for it with numbers, and they managed to push their way into the dungeon and clear it by destroying the Core.

“You mean that group knew they could clear the dungeon by destroying the Core?” (Bouchi)
“It seems so.
There was also someone leading the group.” (Sol)
“Well, that’s not surprising.
What did that person look like?” (Bouchi)
“It was a man in his forties.” (Sol)
She continued on, noting that he wasn’t just commanding, but he was also fighting the monsters on the front line.
Also, this man apparently had no wasted movements, making excellent use of his gun and knife.

“A gun, huh…? Well, in today’s world, it isn’t that difficult to get a gun, if you think about it.” (Bouchi)
Even Ohsaka had one.
There were plenty of ways to get one.

“That man who was leading seemed to be recruiting people and conquering dungeon after dungeon.” (Sol)
“I see.
In other words, to the cowardly masses, this man is the definition of a hero.” (Bouchi)
As far as I had heard, there were plenty of people with guns, but they could only do so much.
At best, it could work against F-Rank and maybe E-Rank monsters.

Even the JSDF had a hard time dealing with monsters that were D-Rank and higher, so this group of ordinary people wouldn’t stand a chance—at least not with their current combat ability.
The dungeonized buildings they had dealt with this time were small in scale, so the monsters were weak.

The true crossroads would be in the future, if they were to challenge a mid-scale dungeon.
Would those guys get wiped out by the unreasonable difficulty of the dungeon, or…

“…Weapons, huh?” (Bouchi)
“Master?” (Sol)
“No, I’m just thinking that there might be a business selling weapons to such armed groups.” (Bouchi)
“Ah, I see!” (Sol)
“Should I call myself ‘Arms Dealer of Death’ this time? Hahah, the risk for this business might be quite high.” (Bouchi)
The ordinary citizens were one thing, but the possession of weapons was more important than anything for armed groups.
It was their lifeline.
Even if there were useful arms dealers, would these groups be willing to negotiate with them in a completely honest, aboveboard manner? They might not want to pay and end up threatening with force.
‘Hand over all of your weapons if you don’t wanna die’… or something like that.

The chances of something like that occurring was pretty high.
It might be different if the armed force was a group that had a lot of money.
But against groups formed by ordinary people, it might not be possible to deal with them right up front.
In times like these, the internet would’ve been so helpful, being able to interact with people without having to meet them face to face and all…

“Come to think of it, there was an item like that, right…?”
I opened the and began to search for the product I had thought of.

“Ooh, this looks good―[Copy Doll].
For 24 hours, it can imitate the designated target.”
In other words, it could imitate me and act as another me during that time.
However, it was unfortunate that the copy couldn’t use the skill, and it would return to its original appearance after 24 hours.

“One costs ¥1,500,000, huh…? I feel like I’m gradually becoming numb to spending so much money.”

After all, I found myself thinking that something like this was cheap.
After buying several of them, I took one out and left the rest in the .

“Hoh, so it’s like this? It’s like a clay doll.”
It was basically a human-shaped clay doll.
Embedding a part of an object or being, no matter what it was, would make the doll transform into that target object and imitate it.
For starters, I plucked out a hair and planted it into the clay doll.

With jerky, twisting movements, the doll gradually began to transform and grow in size until it mimicked my appearance.
Standing there before me was a person that looked just like me.
It was like looking into a mirror.

“Oooh, that’s amazing~.
Can you talk?” (Bouchi)
“Of course.
I’m your copy after all.” (Copy)
It felt somewhat strange… Staring myself straight in the face and talking to myself.

“Are my memories implanted in you as well? Hey, tell me my birthday.” (Bouchi)
“July 4.” (Copy)
“Yes, yes.
What about my favorite food and what I hate?” (Bouchi)
“Favorite food is pizza.
What I hate―human expectations.” (Copy)
“Haha, that’s right.” (Bouchi)
It was an answer that only I would know.
I was glad to see that the copy’s memories were intact.

Even if it was a risky business, it could be done safely with this guy.
If it was killed on the spot, only the [Copy Doll] would only be destroyed, and I wouldn’t die.
Since the copy’s thoughts and thinking patterns were the same as mine, it would know what I did and didn’t want.

“Alright, all that’s left is how to reset it…”
On the back, there was something that looked like a black birthmark.
After pressing on it for 3 seconds, it would return back into its doll form.
After going ahead and doing just that, it functioned as expected, and I put the doll back into the .

“Master, will you start contacting that group tomorrow?” (Sol)
“Nope, I need to gather information first.
We’re going to need to trace their movements.” (Bouchi)
“I see, I see.
As expected of Master, always so thorough! After everything is ready, then…” (Sol)
“Yeah, it’ll be the debut of the Arms Dealer of Death.” (Bouchi)