Chapter 279
Chapter 279
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 279
Chapter Title: Chapter 6-3. Lust
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“Ugh…?”
Judah retreated backward with a dumbstruck look on his face. His penis, embedded in Asmodeus’s pussy like a holy sword sealed in a rock, slid out with a slick pop. A bit of pink flesh clung to it before dropping off with a plop.
He’d ejaculated a ton.
As his penis withdrew, globs of white semen oozed out from the gaping hole. Watching it, Judah wrinkled his nose in disgust.
Maybe it was because of all the mana she’d spread around, but he’d lost his mind completely during sex. He couldn’t even remember exactly how many times he’d thrust in, pounded away, pulled out, and cum.
He stared at the semen bubbling out. He couldn’t tear his eyes away. He almost doubted whether he’d really shot that much.
“Maa… Magic eye clan haaate… All of them…”
He’d even broken the demon of lust itself with pleasure. She kept repeating “I’m satisfied” like a machine, which filled him with a smug sense of conquest, but at the same time, he worried if it was okay to leave her like this.
“Demons don’t need worrying about.”
Once the seal broke, her mana would recover, and she’d snap out of it on her own. Standing on the altar felt uncomfortable, so Judah stepped back and climbed down. As he planted his feet on the ground backward to steady himself, his legs gave out, and he staggered.
“Huh?”
Luckily, he didn’t fall. He forced strength into his legs and balanced himself. He’d nearly collapsed in an embarrassing heap.
Climbing down because the altar felt too awkward for resting, his legs trembled and buckled. He’d almost tumbled down pathetically.
Asmodeus would’ve definitely teased him if she’d seen. It was a relief she was still out of it, slumped against the chains.
“Mm.”
Strangely, looking at her limp form made his lower body twitch back to life, insatiable as ever. But he’d enjoyed himself plenty, so he turned away without regret.
He tried pulling his pants back on, but they were filthy. Before changing into new clothes, he pulled water from <Bag> and washed off the mess of her fluids and his semen. After all those ejaculations, his glans was hypersensitive—even the cold water made his body jolt and his back arch involuntarily.
The absurdity of it made him chuckle as he soaked a towel and wiped himself down roughly.
He neatly folded his worn clothes, stored them in <Bag>, and pulled out the high-end suit Count Jenner had kindly gifted him in Urun, slipping it on.
Even in fresh clothes, the unclean feeling lingered since he hadn’t fully washed. Letting out a light breath, Judah decided it was time to release Asmodeus’s seal and retrieve the fragment.
“Let’s see, it was definitely…”
As he pondered the unsealing method and took a few steps, he staggered again before he’d gone far.
“Damn.”
His strength was drained. Well, after shaking her that hard, it’d be weirder if his back and legs were fine. Feeling like he wasn’t recovering, he considered just lying on the floor, sleeping it off, and unsealing later—but if he was resting, better to do it properly somewhere else.
He needed to meet up with his forcibly ejected comrades outside the dungeon first.
Pushing through the hassle, Judah moved to the back of the altar. The chains binding Asmodeus’s neck, wrists, ankles, wings, and tail looked like they started from the wall, but actually, the core—the chains’ origin—was hidden beneath the floor.
“In the game, it was about ten steps behind the altar, right?”
He drew Yakal from <Bag>, paced exactly ten steps, and gently inserted the blade into the floor. The tip caught on something, then bounced back.
Lucky.
He found it on the first try. Carefully carving out the surrounding bricks revealed a large golden orb about the size of a heavyweight boxer’s fist.
Eight chains extended from the orb, snaking through the floor to somewhere. No doubt this was the twenty-second fragment sealing Asmodeus: Rudmillan.
It was a fragment granting power over golden chains—not truly infinite, but freely adjustable in length and size based on the owner’s mana. Aside from the owner, anyone touching or bound by them had their stats steadily drained until their mana forcibly scattered.
In the right circumstances, it could seal even a high demon like Asmodeus, but that relied on favorable variables. In reality, she wouldn’t go down that easily, and for game balance, preconditions like with Carpediem made it tricky to use.
“If I’d known, I wouldn’t have bothered with balance for fragments that could be gotten easily.”
Who’d expect to enter the game world? He’d made the game hard so clearing it too easily wouldn’t feel hollow—from the creator’s perspective, tormenting players was part of the fun.
Of course, inheriting Perlnirn later would remove those preconditions and limits, but that was far in the future.
He reached for the orb, but a magic circle flared up, repelling his hand just like it had Yakal.
“Huh?”
Staring at the golden orb in confusion, Judah soon nodded.
Right, there was a sealing spell too.
He’d remembered one part but forgotten the rest. Must be fatigue. He shook his head side to side quickly, sighed, and checked <Memo>.
“Altar center: 1, 5, 6, 7… 11 o’clock positions’ magic stones.”
He had to shatter the magic stones embedded in the ceiling, glowing like lights. He walked back to the altar and summoned Artemisia. Confirming the stones’ positions, he hurled her upward.
A defensive magic circle appeared, trying to shield them, but it couldn’t block Artemisia charged with mana.
The barrier tore instantly, followed by crunching sounds as the five stones shattered and rained down.
He proceeded step-by-step per <Memo>. The room’s seals were neutralized quickly, and he felt his body lighten in real time.
Returning to Rudmillan, he knelt on one knee and placed his hand on the orb. With all the room’s sealing magic disabled, no barrier appeared.
Now, just lift Rudmillan’s own seal. There were two ways:
First, inject more mana into the fragment than used in the seal.
Second, owning the twenty-fourth fragment Carpediem allowed forcibly seizing Rudmillan’s ownership.
Since most seals could be broken the first way, Asmodeus had tried snatching <Valentine> from Count Jenner in Urun.
The second method was something only the fragment lord Perlnirn would know, so she’d never even considered finding Carpediem.
Placing his hand on the orb triggered an immediate reaction.
Woooong!
The golden orb resonated with Carpediem on his finger.
“It was like this before too.”
When he’d shaken hands with Count Jenner, the fragments had resonated similarly.
“Does Carpediem have some special trait I don’t know about, unique among fragments?”
He couldn’t confirm from just two reactions. There could be unlisted system elements.
Sian gave him this fragment, and Sian’s help enabled system access, so hiding item descriptions was plausible.
Anyway, he’d acquired the fragment <Rudmillan> regardless.
The core glowed, and the chains rattled, retracting with a clatter. The room shook, and simultaneously, a thud came from behind as something flopped over.
Startled by the noise, he turned to see Asmodeus sprawled ignobly on the altar, unsealed. Like a drunken bum face-down. As he watched, system messages appeared.
[Acquired the twenty-second fragment, Restraint’s Rudmillan.]
[Due to the fragment’s nature, Rudmillan’s core is bound to your heart.]
“Huh, wait. Heart?”
He tilted his head reading the message. Bound to the heart? In the game, it just said bound to the owner’s body—no mention of embedding in the heart.
The doubt was brief. The core dissolved into pure light, absorbing through his fingertips. Like an electric shock, the glow raced from fingers to wrist, arm, shoulder, toward his heart.
Before he could think, his heart throbbed.
“Gah!”
His breath caught, a stinging jolt hit, and it felt like iron fingers gripped his heart. Unspeakable agony widened his eyes. Clutching his left chest with his right hand, he hunched over, forehead to the ground, gritting his teeth and holding his breath.
…!
He’d acquired many fragments, but none came with this pain, amplifying his shock. The ache subsided quickly. He gasped for the breath he’d held.
Then, messages scrolled before his eyes.
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Author's Note
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1) Someone mentioned Darkest Dungeon while攻略 the labyrinth, so I searched on Naver and found it. Steam had a 50% sale, so I bought it. It’s more fun than I thought! Permadeath means one wipe ends it, so I’m grinding like crazy to progress... but it’s so scary I can’t act recklessly.
2) Ugh. I said I’d send Arhil this week, but it’s running late. Looks like I’ll have to wait till Sunday. Boo hoo.