Let’s Start an Inn on the Dungeon Island! - Chapter 1

In over 20 years of my life, I can never tell the difference between left-eye flounder and right-eye flounder, which one is the left-eye, and which one is the right-eye anyway?

If you lay it on its belly and it shows it’s left face then it’s a left-eye, and if it shows its right face then it’s a right-eye, something like that, I think.

I’m not certain.

Well, that kind of thing don’t matter anyway.

Because right now I’m facing an absurd situation.

Even the light novel that I just read earlier said, “absurd situation may suddenly happen”; those words were indeed true.

“And so like I said, please help me”

Currently begging me to save its life, the left-eye (?) flounder that I have just caught is talking to me.

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So, my company was forcing me to give up my holiday weekend to suddenly participate in company fishing event.

On top of never doing fishing, I also didn’t have any tools for it, and yet my company coerce me into doing it. Which I couldn’t help it.

It was the first time in my life to board a fishing ship, so I set up my fishing line while forcing a smile and holding in my sea sickness. Lo and behold, dangling on my fishing rod was the first fish caught for the day.

My superior was making a bitter face because the head of the department was supposed to catch the first fish, but it’s not like I caught it because I wanted to.

Although I had set a small bait on purpose, somehow I happened to quickly catch a big left-eye flounder.

“Well then, you can turn me into a sashimi or a meuniere, I’ll be delicious either way. However, I will bow my head and ask you for your help. Can you have mercy on me?”, the fish said.

It looked as if it intends to perform formal bow, based on the movement of its small head… or so I think.

The weird thing is, no one around me seemed to notice that the fish was talking to me. Maybe I’m just imagining things?

Or maybe this is just a dream and I’m still sleeping in the bedroom of my apartment. So I tried pinching my right cheek as much as I could but it only hurts, and I didn’t wake up.

“Even though I’m begging you like this, you still won’t save me?”

I have no intention to eat a fish that can speak human language. Rather, I want to quickly escape from this situation.

However, I can’t reply to it, and I can’t just release it; if the people around me see me talking to a fish they will no doubt question my sanity, and if I suddenly put out the fish from the ice box and release it to the sea my superior and my head department will surely be surprised and asking me what the hell am I thinking.

“Alright I understand. Well then, I will grant you one wish. What do you want? I can turn you into a managing director or something so you can get back on those annoying higher ups”

The flounder sent a glance towards my superiors and the head of department… or so I think.

“…….”

“Is a managing director position not enough? Well, I don’t mind turning you into the company president though”

It keeps continuing the non-sensical talk.

“Well how about the chairman then? How about being the main shareholder? I can give you whatever position you want”

The company I’m working for is a black company, it doesn’t have good performance.

Even if I were to become someone with high position in the company it feels like I would still have a hard time either way.

It’s no use having a high position in a flawed company.

It’s like someone who’s going to be a king of a country which about to get destroyed [TN: reminds me of Thumper’s Ending in Twisted Metal 2]

It was nothing more than a burden of responsibility.

“Hmm… I see that you have no desire for power…”

That’s because I hate troublesome things. Rather than that, I would be happy if I can become a very popular handsome person.

“Turning you into a handsome person is impossible”

The flounder immediately replied as if reading my thoughts.

Is making my face handsome harder than turning me into company president? Then it’s better if you change the people’s preference so they think of me as the world’s most desirable man.

“Don’t you think that’s impossible? I’m not a striped-jack fish you know”

I have no idea that fish have different abilities based on their types. I’ve no idea what flounders can or can’t do anyway. How about giving me the ability to create things then?

Ever since I was a small kid, I always had a complex because of my lack of creativity. If I was able to skilfully create stuff, I think my life would be much better by now.

The flounder looked my way and laughed…or so I think.

“So in conclusion, what you wish is to have a creative magic, isn’t that right Mr. Shiro Sanada?”

This fish, how does it know my name…?

There are many things I would like to ask this flounder.

What does it mean by creative magic?

And how does it know my name?

Suppose I just say that I want 1 billion yen instead, can it really give me that much money?

And such and so on…

However, I didn’t have time to do that.

The slightly muddy sea slowly opens like a mouth; it looked like a black hole with less than 2 meters in diameter.

Basha!

The flounder jumped up to the air with a noise, and just like that it returned to the sea… or so I think.

Everything happened in an instant. Before realized what was happening, I was sucked into the black hole that appeared on the surface of the water.