Reborn as a Vending Machine, I Now Wander the Dungeon - Vol. 03

by Hirukuma,

  It will mean leaving the Labyrinth stratum, but we’ll probably never come here again. Besides, if I hadn’t been caught up in the stratum fissure, I never would have fallen here from the sky.

  We met new people, but Clearflow Lake is still the best place for me to relax. We’ve only been gone for a little under a month, but I seem to think of it quite fondly.

  I want to hurry back to business in my spot in front of the Hunters Association building, catering to my beloved regulars. Everyone else is probably looking forward to it, too. Seeing their happy faces when they buy things is something I enjoy as a vending machine.

  “All right, we’re going home!”

  Her voice was the signal for the worker to activate the transfer circle. Light rushes up from our feet to cover us, and I feel my body grow lighter, as though it’s floating.

  And not a moment after I feel my consciousness cut off, the light at our feet disappears to reveal completely different surroundings.

  The room we were just in was less than thirty square feet and made of wood, but now we’re in a giant room made of stone. Lights that look like magic items are installed on the walls in the four corners of the room, and despite a lack of windows, their magical light ensures more than enough visibility.

  “It looks like we’ve arrived at the Clearflow Lake stratum.”

  So this is the kind of place they set up the Clearflow Lake transfer circle. There’s a lot of people and a lot of transportation of goods, so unless they make the room big, they might run into a bunch of issues.

  Lammis throws open the door, big enough to carry me through with room to spare, and exits into the hallway. Doors line up neatly to our right, and a large window adorns the left wall.

  The passage is wide enough to let four or five adults walk side by side without a problem, and it secures over ten feet in height as well. Judging by the light filtering in through the window, the Clearflow Lake stratum is experiencing clear skies.

  Another large set of double doors is on the end of the long passage. When we open it, we find ourselves in the first-floor hall of the Hunters Association.

  No hunters are in the hall, just the Association employees.

  The ladies sit on the other side of the counter in a line as usual, and when they see us… Why is one putting her hand to her mouth in surprise?

  “Huh? How did Boxxo get there?”

  Huh? Oh, right. I fell through the stratum split, so obviously she’d think it was weird that I returned through the transfer circle. That must be why she’s surprised.

  “Boxxo got pulled into a stratum split and fell into the Labyrinth stratum. We recovered him and just came back.”

  Hulemy explains for me right away. The worker’s questions must be cleared now.

  “Oh yes, the director informed me, so I’m aware of that, but…”

  Huh? Wait, why is she surprised, then? If she knows that, aren’t things settled?

  “Mr. Boxxo, you were doing business in the settlement this morning—no, for over a week now, correct?”

  “Huh?”

  Huh? My thoughts overlap with the sounds Lammis and Hulemy make. Wh-what’s going on? I just got back now, and I fell to the lower stratum about a month ago. Things don’t add up. It’s impossible, no matter how you look at it.

  “W-wait a second. Boxxo has been in the Labyrinth stratum this whole time. He never came back here.”

  As Lammis grabs the counter with both hands and leans forward, the employee raises a hand to stop her, somehow managing to maintain her business smile. “So you say, but I saw Boxxo myself in the settlement. Right?”

  “Y-yeah. I used him yesterday, too.”

  The employee sitting next to her nods. They don’t look like they’re telling a lie. But if it’s true, then do we have an imposter—or a similar item?

  “In other words, there’s a fake Boxxo going around… This is an alarming situation.”

  “A fake… We have to go complain!”

  Lammis seems like she’s about to burst out of the place in fury, so I declare, “Too bad.”

  “Boxxo, why are you trying to stop me? It’s an imposter. I won’t allow anyone to do business pretending to be you. We have to go make a complaint and get them to stop.”

  She’s right, but I’m extremely interested in what they have to gain by doing this. Are they trying to replace me because I was gone? Or were they just trying to imitate me to make a profit?

  If it’s the latter, then calling them out on it would be barking up the wrong tree. It’s basic moneymaking practice to mimic other businesses. And I’m also plainly interested in how they figured out how a vending machine works.

  “Calm down, Lammis. If we don’t know what they’re after, we shouldn’t do anything careless. Let’s report to Director Bear and then go scout it out together.”

  Hulemy has the same opinion as me. Of course, in her case, she’s probably suggesting the plan out of pure academic interest.

  Lammis’s anger hasn’t been quelled, but she reluctantly agrees, so for now, we all decide to go to Director Bear’s room.

  Life had finally caught up with Director Bear while he was out searching for me, and he has apparently been buried in paperwork ever since coming back.

  “Director, can we come in?”

  “Lammis? You’ve returned. Please come in.”

  Director Bear’s lethargic, utterly exhausted voice reaches us from the other side of the door.

  When we open it, we find Director Bear giving a disgusted stare at the piles of paperwork on his desk. He is skillfully gripping a pen with his bear paw, but I worry needlessly whether he can write letters properly.

  “I was just thinking of taking a break. Boxxo, can I purchase a cold drink?”

  “Welcome.”

  After buying a lemon tea, he sits, sinking deep into the sofa, and downs the contents in one go. It’s plain to see the fatigue has built up.

  “You can all take a seat as well. Could I get you to report the results of the request?”

  Hulemy, as the representative, tells him of the situation at the labyrinth outskirts. And though she seems to waver for a moment, she tells him all about Mishuel, without hiding anything.

  “Mishuel? I’ve heard he is a talented hunter, but he never joins a group. He must have some kind of important reason for it. I’ll be sure to keep that in mind.”

  Well, one of those reasons is his social anxiety.

  “Also, Director, did you know that a Boxxo imposter has appeared in the settlement?”

  “An imposter? I’m sorry, I’ve been holed up in this room the whole time. I know little of worldly affairs.”

  “Apparently, there’s someone like Boxxo out there, and everyone believes it’s Boxxo. We were thinking of doing a little snooping. I wanted to know if we needed the Hunters Association’s permission first.”

  “No, you can do as you please. Any other person— Well, this expression is difficult in this case, but Boxxo is a resident of the Clearflow Lake stratum. If someone is deceiving others by saying they are a resident and making a profit, we will have to punish them appropriately. I’ll make it a request from the Hunters Association. I want you to find out who they really are. But I ask that you do not resort to violence. All we need is sufficient evidence to solve the problem.”

  “Okay, got it. I’ll unmask them, for sure!”

  Lammis clenches a fist. I don’t think she’ll do anything violent after the director specifically warned her about it, but I’m still a little worried.

  An imposter… I wonder who they are. A bit—no, a considerable amount of interest is starting to well up. I decide to look to the future in anticipation of just what we may encounter.

  The Imposter

  The Band of Gluttons end up remaining with Director Bear while Lammis and Hulemy set out to spy on the enemy, but I want to go with them, too.

  I am most interested in this imposter. I don’t only want to hear about them—I want to see them directly. N
evertheless, if they carry me around in my usual vending machine state, the jig will be up the moment we step outside. The best course of action would be to hide my identity first.

  Therefore, we decide that I’ll change into my cardboard vending machine form and be put into a largish bag so Hulemy can carry me. That’s enough of a camouflage for me, but these two are actually already in disguise.

  Lammis has her hair down instead of in a side ponytail, and she’s wearing a wide-brimmed hat made of a soft material. Her clothing also consists of a cardigan and a long skirt, quieting her habitually energetic aura and making her seem more like a carefully raised young lady.

  “Th-this seems kind of weird, Boxxo. Does it look good?”

  “Welcome.” It’s the exact opposite of her usual image, and combined with her bashful behavior, it makes her exorbitantly cute. Time to take another recording with my surveillance camera.

  “That’s a total transformation, Lammis,” says Hulemy, looking at her hard.

  You can barely recognize Hulemy, either. Her normally sloppily tied-back hair is in a braid hanging at her back, and she’s wearing a front-peaked hat that makes her head look larger.

  She has on sleeveless clothes, but the collar is a turtleneck, and you can see from the outline of her body… She’s padding her chest. She’s much more buxom than usual. Below that, she’s wearing low-rise shorts that expose her thighs, from which her slender, fair legs extend smoothly.

  The outfit makes her look active and energetic instead of frail and reclusive.

  “Your clothes are really cool, Hulemy. Don’t you think so, Boxxo?”

  “Welcome.”

  “Well, I don’t prefer clothes like this.”

  She scratches at her head in a rare instance of shyness. Her usual black coat doesn’t show too much skin, so her new outfit looks refreshing and charming. Actually, if she takes off the black coat, she ends up exposing a whole lot of skin, but only a few people know that.

  She was attractive to begin with, so she’d be popular if she groomed herself a little more regularly.

  “All right, let’s go scouting!”

  “Yeah. This is a little embarrassing, but let’s go.”

  “Welcome.”

  The three of us are walking through the settlement now, but I’ve felt eyes from both men and women on us.

  The men look at us with carnal lust in their gazes, the kind they have when talking to a beautiful woman, but the women sometimes sigh in admiration, as though captivated. Both these girls are top-tier beauties, so I understand people wanting to stare at them, but these were certainly not the right disguises for scouting out the enemy.

  “Hey, this was definitely the place the fake Boxxo was, right?”

  “Yeah. Where is it…? Look—close to the place the Chains Restaurant used to be.”

  The moment I hear that, I get a bad feeling. No, it’s less a feeling and more a conviction. Actually, I think I see where this is going.

  If the Chains Restaurant is involved with this incident… No, I shouldn’t make assumptions. The first thing we should do is gather information at the scene.

  As we proceed down the main road, the number of people steadily increases. It’s before noon at the moment, so normally, people would gather at the stands in front of the Hunters Association, but not many are there today. I wonder if it’s because they’ve all started to flow this way.

  Once we exit into a place where we can physically see the former site of the Chains Restaurant, the sight of a line of people jumps out at us. At the front, we can see a giant white box. That must be my imposter. I can’t see its exact shape from this distance.

  There must be around ten people lined up wanting to buy something. Others, close to twenty, are eating at outdoor chairs and tables.

  “Let’s get in line.”

  “Okay.”

  We get to the end of the line and decide to observe things until our turn comes. The imposter is standing with its back to the wall of the former Chains Restaurant. It hasn’t reopened—the store is still closed down.

  As we get closer, I realize something—the imposter is twice as big as me. It easily exceeds six feet, about as tall as Director Bear. Its width and depth are twice my own, too.

  Its coloring and design are close to mine, but it feels like a cheap knockoff. It gives off a very homemade feeling, but they definitely made it to impersonate me.

  “Looks like it’s finally our turn.”

  I’m peeking out the very top of the bag, so I have a great view. The thing closely resembles my design, for sure. But the items it has on sale are definitely not the same.

  Drinks are shown lined up on the upper portion, but the containers are completely different. All of them are glass and have cork lids stopping them. The product names are written in this world’s language above the buttons, so it seems friendlier than I am in that respect.

  “Looks like they’ve got sweet tea, water, and juice made from squeezed fruit,” says Hulemy quietly, conveying the information to me. “The price is one silver coin each.”

  The prices are the same as my previous ones, too? The beverages are all things you can procure in this world.

  “The bottom is the food. There’s fried meat, pasta, and something with bread around the ingredients.”

  The foods are lined up on the second row, including karaage, a ramen rip-off, sandwiches, and something that looks like oden. They seem to have put in quite a lot of effort, but can they actually provide them in a warm state when we buy them?

  “All right, let’s each get one drink and one thing to eat.”

  Hulemy puts a silver coin into the slot. That part is mostly the same shape as mine, too. Though the silver coin enters, the switches don’t light up, so it’s hard to tell whether or not you can buy something yet.

  “One silver coin received.”

  Whoa! I heard a voice from the vending machine. Wait, they can do voice recording with this world’s technology? I thought Hulemy said it was being researched but that putting the idea into application was presenting difficulties.

  “A voice feature? Still…”

  She puts in a second silver coin.

  “Two silver coins received,” says the voice again.

  This time, when I calm down and listen closely, I realize that the young man’s voice seems too vivid to be a recording.

  Hulemy, tilting her head, puts in a third coin.

  “Three silver coins re— Cough. Received.”

  It coughed! Wait, is there a real person inside this vending machine?

  An evil grin appears on Hulemy’s face, and she reaches out with both hands, pushing both the tea and the fried meat buttons at the same time.

  “Huh…?”

  Now, that definitely sounded like a confused man’s voice. Everything would make sense if someone’s in there. Vending machine features are still too difficult for this alternate reality’s technology to replicate. But if someone’s inside dealing with customers, it can still exchange money and provide the products.

  A drink is placed in the compartment, but the fried meat hasn’t come out yet.

  “Please wait a moment,” says the person inside the vending machine. If they had fried chicken ready to go, I’d think they could give it to you right away.

  Over five minutes later, the product is placed into the compartment.

  When she takes it out, the fried meat is on a ceramic plate with steam rising from it. He didn’t just reheat it—it definitely looks like he made it from scratch.

  Could the person inside the vending machine be doing the cooking? No, that can’t be. The box might be bigger than I am, but there’s just not enough space for an adult to cook in there.

  “Then I guess I’ll have the water and the pasta soup.”

  The water comes out right away, but the ramen rip-off seems like it takes time, too. Though it comes out faster than the fried chicken, three minutes have already passed.

  This product looks like i
t was just cooked as well. It’s impossible to put what you need to make fried chicken and ramen inside there. I wonder what the trick is.

  The two girls place their items on a nearby table and begin to eat.

  “Oh, this is good. It wasn’t premade.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. It’s good in a regular sort of way. Wait… This flavor is like when we ate at the Chains Restaurant.”

  When I hear Lammis’s impressions, everything clicks. The vending machine’s location is the answer to everything. The imposter is doubtless someone related to the Chains Restaurant.

  I’m only guessing, but the back of the vending machine is probably open, connecting to the former Chains Restaurant building. They opened up a hole in the wall to connect to the vending machine, and when they get the money, they make the food inside the building. That means everything makes sense, right?

  In that case, I have to ask why they’d be doing something so bothersome. Their biggest goal is probably to steal my customers. And maybe it’s also harassment directed at me, too.

  A single magic item had humiliated a big chain store. It’s possible they pulled out without much resistance in order to have time to put this plan into action.

  “Well, let’s go back. We can talk about it more in the tent.”

  “Okay.”

  We now know how the fake vending machine works and who’s pulling the strings behind the scenes, so we just have to think of a countermeasure. I don’t feel good about someone copying me, but to be honest, I admire their misplaced business efforts.

  If I’d been broken in the Labyrinth stratum, this little stunt would have solidified their takeover. It’s a good imitation, in my opinion, but not the kind of quality that would trick my regulars.

  The truth is, none of my regulars was in the line of people buying things earlier, either. I’m sure their products don’t taste bad, but their frank impressions are probably that they might as well eat and drink somewhere else.

  The stalls and other shops saw an increase in both flavor and food quality when I helped them before, so as things stand, the Chains Restaurant wouldn’t have an advantage if they challenged them to a taste-testing contest.