The People on the Hundredth Floor

Three valuable outfits on the level of Mystic Codes, all for free. Aoko was delighted.

As far as Aoko was concerned, this bizarre trip had been more than worth it. She had come out well ahead, and it hadn't even been dangerous.

Everyone here was friendly, talented, and pleasant to talk to. If she got tired, she could even sleep right here.

And there was an unlimited supply of delicious food, all free. It was the perfect vacation spot.

If time really flowed differently here than it did outside, as they'd been told at the start, Aoko figured she would spend all her future vacations here.

"Let's come back next time we get the chance," Aoko said. "This place is great."

"Don't celebrate too soon," Alice said. "They've upgraded our equipment. There might be a tough fight ahead."

Alice's words were like a bucket of cold water. Aoko remembered how terrifying Ibuki-Douji had been. New clothes would only make it a little less painful when she got thrown across the room.

When the three entered the ninety-first floor, they were greeted by three little mice. Above the eightieth floor, it seemed there was nowhere they weren't hard at work.

"Please get in, guests," Daikokuten said. "The banquet is waiting for the three of you."

Three rickshaws had appeared from somewhere and stood behind them. Apparently, the mice meant to have the women ride while they pulled them up to the hundredth floor.

Aoko felt sorry for the little mice, none of whom stood even 1.3 meters tall. Then she climbed in first.

Seeing Aoko board, Alice and Manaka Sajyou got in too. The mice might be small, but they had enough strength to pull a person.

They hurried along, the wheels carrying them swiftly to the Hall of Immortals on