After Mr David's grand revival(lol), the group decided to leave the orphanage, and the mage(lol) brought them around as a tour guide.

"So here, we have our famous used weapon fountain!" she pointed at a fountain with various eqipment thrown inside.

"Its said that the weapons mysteriously dissapear at night, and some can even be found for sale at the market the next day!" she announced happily.

"Uh...cool..." the group pretended to happily clap.

Not sensing the sarcasm, she happily brought them to the other 'famous' tourist attraction.

"Hey, Kitzuma was it?" Benedict started a conversation.

"Yes?" he replied with an awkward smile.

"About the contracter you were talking about... "

"Hey Kitzuma look! They are selling limited edition wine there!" a certain archpriest dragged him away.

"Ah.. let's continue this conversation later!" Kitzuma declared as he ran off.

"Alright" Benedict replied.

As the group carried on, they were brought to the supposedly best weapon shop in the city.

"And here, we have the place where most adventurers come to buy equipment, the shop owner sells strange things that I don't think would be legal anywhere else" the mage announced.

By adventurers, she probably meant thoese who come in black cloaks.

"Welcome" the shop keeper announced as the group entered.

"What would you'd be looking for today?" he asked.

Looking at his worn out sword, covered and in a devestated state due to fighting against Devils, Benedict asked for a sword that would fit his needs.

"So, if you were to rate yourself agaisnt an elder dragon, what would you be?" the man asked a strange question.

"I beg your pardon?" Benedict didn't catch the question.

"It means how strong you would be against an elder dragon"

"You know, the ones you here in legends?" the mage explained.

"I never met one before, so how would I know?" Benedict replied with another question.

The man smiled, and took out a sword from under his desk.

"This one might suit your needs" he said, and pushed it onto Benedict.

It was covered in a dusty sheath, and when drawn, it made a horrible sound agaisnt the cover. Out came, a rusty sword covered in rust completely from head to toe.

"We sell anti-rust here" the shopkeeper placed a bottle on the table.

"Ah, I'll have to refuse the bottle, but I'll keep the sword" Benedict replied.

It wasn't anything great. But the sword felt durable. Its weight was light and yet heavy enough, quite peculiar for a rusty blade.

Furthermore, instead of rust, it simply felt like a coating around the metal. Added on to that, Benedict could see some sort of dark aura hovering around it.

As they left the shop, Mitsuha whispered to Benedict.

"That's a curse blade isn't it?"

To which, he simply smiled back. Perhaps something had changed when they went to hell.

Bob bounced around the area.

There was nothing that laid ahead ither than the buildings that reminded him of his time in the city. He saw devils upon more malicious of creatures, moving around the area. Next to him, was the redslime that he had rescued.

Atop of him, was the red women who had put on some clothes.

"Are you ready?" the women asked Bob.

She had asked if he would want to get stronger. Strong enough to easily rescue his friends.

And to that, he agreed.

A sign hung above the area they were going to.

[BattleMonsters]

An arena in hell, where devil's witness disaster level monsters fight against each other.

Bob was prepeared for this.

Taking out a potato from his spatial inventory, Bob entered the arena.