Chapter 130
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 130
Chapter Title: D-rank Adventurer Kim Katt
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"Get lost."
Like that legendary tale of Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the breast enthusiast extraordinaire, Winia suddenly shoved me away after she'd been warming my face with her chest. Women's hearts are fickle as reeds, huh? Guess she'd had enough already.
I looked into Winia's eyes with my now-warmed-up face.
The sensation of that soft breast flesh cradling my cheeks and the gentle hand stroking the back of my head still lingered.
...Fuck, it's awkward as hell now that she's even told me she likes me. The path of the true grass-skirt savage is long and treacherous. A real man stays detached even in situations like this.
I hadn't reached that level yet.
"What're you staring at? Eyes down, darky."
"..."
Even if she tells me to look down, I'm already looking up thanks to the height difference.
As I kept staring, Winia slipped her fingers into her cleavage and tugged her robe slightly.
"...What? Wanna see my tits?"
"No, fuck. What the hell! I'm just excited!"
I jumped back in shock at the sexual harassment and scurried over to Claudy's side like I was fleeing, poking her in the ribs with my finger. She just giggled softly when I whispered, "What the fuck are you doing?" Damn it.
"Darky, time to move."
"...Yeah."
Anyway, time to head out.
Things were wrapping up faster than expected. If luck was on our side, we might even make it back today. Assuming the carriage showed up, that is.
The coachman wasn't gonna wait forever; we'd have to go to him to catch it. Still, it came every couple days or so, so we'd just have to hope.
We pressed on into the abandoned mine again. Sure enough, another fork appeared, and according to the map, one path was collapsed midway. Didn't sound appealing, but would hobgoblins care? Had to check it out. Ignoring it could bite us in the ass later.
We poked around carefully without touching anything, and yep—dead end. Nothing there.
Confirmed, we turned to the other path.
"Hmm, we've gone pretty deep. There's a bigger space at the end—maybe they're gathered there?"
"They might be out hunting for food."
The mine shafts weren't that dark.
Fragments of glowing minerals were embedded here and there, giving off a bluish light that felt kinda mystical.
Glowstone shards, huh... Come to think of it, I never heard what kind of mine this was. With stuff still sparkling, maybe a glowstone mine.
Didn't matter anyway.
"Darky, pick up the pace. What's with all the caution? You like tight spots, sure, but this is getting ridiculous."
"I'm a skilled great warrior of Mirkeshia who knows the difference between courage and recklessness."
"Blah blah, more bullshit. Just a retard warrior. Hurry up."
Midway through, Winia got bored and started prodding my back with her staff.
This bitch.
Thinks big tits are everything, huh?
What matters is personality.
Shit, or maybe not. Hell if I know. Point is, bigger tits are always better.
We trudged endlessly down the shaft. Whether the village chief was right about twenty hobgoblins or Claudy was spot-on that they'd gone out, we were definitely nearing the end of the mine.
The path ended in a large cavern, collapsed beyond that. If they were gathered, it'd be here.
"I hear sounds. Hmm, about ten?"
Claudy said as she walked.
Ten... If they all rushed at once, it'd be tricky. I could handle two cleanly on sight, but three meant bracing for a solid hit somewhere.
My arms, torso, and shins were plated, but head and thighs would hurt. I'd protect my head, so three at once would leave a massive bruise on my thigh.
So, I'd take two, Claudy five, and Winia mops up the rest with magic? Poor hobgoblins with this party comp.
Way overpowered for low-level trash like this.
"Hey, Winia. Just so I know, what spells you got?"
"Darky-killing magic."
"Ah, don't say shit like that! Scary as fuck!"
I freaked out at her casual remark.
"Heh heh. Such a pussy. Besides fire magic... yeah, lightning too. You know, darky? That thing I zapped you with sometimes."
Chain Lightning
—Grahhh!!
Oh yeah, she had lightning magic. Memories flooded back of her grinning like a nightmare, pumping vicious shocks into me. Happened often enough. Winia smirked wickedly at my shuddering recollection.
She looked thrilled.
"What'd you do to Katt?"
Seeing me tremble, Claudy approached Winia.
"...Nothing much."
"Hmm, now I'm curious. Wanna tell me?"
"G-get off! You're annoying!"
Then Claudy clung to Winia like she was a nuisance, escalating to blatant skinship.
Winia, who couldn't even resist and just griped—that was fresh. Totally powerless against Claudy.
It was like a stylish dominatrix ruling an SM club with sadistic glee, whipping paying capitalist pigs, only for the client to suddenly stand and glare, making her yelp and raise her guard.
"Get off!"
"So what'd you do to Katt?"
"I dunno! Why should I tell you?!"
Another example: a long-haired delinquent girl in school, a sadistic demoness torturing weak classmates with hot curling irons and pliers, then screaming under her stepdad's brutal beating at home. Overlapping vibes.
Weird feeling all around.
—Snort! Snort, snort!
Then hobgoblin cries closed in. Footsteps too—they'd spotted us.
After all this racket, of course they did.
From the shadows, primitively armed hobgoblins charged.
"Move!"
Winia snarled, shoving Claudy off. She raised her staff, chanting. Crackle, crackle. Lightning mage for sure—currents surged into the staff with every syllable.
I took guard position with sword raised to protect her. About ten hobgoblins incoming. That all of 'em?
"Chain Lightning!"
—Zzzap!
A blue flash erupted, lightning arcing like an eel in water.
Eels love dark, tight holes. That slippery cylindrical freak burrows in obsessively, like it's their destiny.
Even a Chinese guy once played with an eel up his ass and crossed the river Styx. To the eel, that anus was dream hole material, philosophical musings be damned.
Like that, eels love squeezing through darkness.
Chain Lightning slithered through the dark shaft, slamming into hobgoblins.
—Rumble!
—Groooan!
—Grrk!
Lightning pierced one's chest, exploding outward to fry the rest. Cartoon-style skeleton flashes from the shock—brutal.
—Zzzzzzap!
Six hobgoblins roasted and dropped. Fire or lightning, magic grills targets the same.
This is a mage.
A C-rank mage certified by the Adventurer's Guild.
"Fuuuck, that's badass!"
Not content with six electric kebabs, survivors writhed on the ground. Massive shock locked muscles or fried nerves.
I whooped and charged to finish them—then Winia hooked my neck with her staff.
"—Gack?!"
"Darky, you'll get zapped too."
I swallowed my curse. Made sense. She released me after a bit; I rubbed my neck and thanked her quietly. She'd saved me from rolling electrified.
"Heh heh heh. Dumbass. Didn't even think of that?"
"I'm not a mage. How should I know?"
"You're so fucking pathetic. Total retard."
She looked genuinely delighted bullying me, beaming and mocking.
Cannot comprehend.
Anyway, after waiting, hobgoblins stirred with cries. Shock over. I strode up and stabbed the necks of those rising—like classic pirate mini-game stabbing barrels for pirates.
—Squawk!
They all make similar noises dying to blades.
Ending their pathetic lives was rote work. Claudy straight-up booted a head clean off. One kick snapped the neck bone—horrific.
Taekwondo prodigy for sure.
Should teach her sometime; she'd love it.
Using my military instructor days, plant taekwondo flag in this world. Start cultural invasion with Korean martial arts??!! These fuckers hitting streets was inevitable.
"Katt, just check the back and we're done?"
"Seems so."
Finished up and advanced. Soon hit the big cavern.
Aside from hobgoblin living traces, it was empty. Expected looted grain piles—nope.
My hopes shattered.
Thought they'd hoard something useful. Nope, total beggars. Fucking pricks.
This is why bandits suck. No savings, just steal. No productivity, just leech. Killing 'em all is socially just.
"Fuck. Shitty bastards."
No wonder spoils were just farm tools, clubs, and rag blankets. Quest done anyway. No loot? Bounce.
"Hey, Lina. Stuff all hobgoblin heads and spoils in the sack, got it? Squeeze every bit—no skimping."
"Yes, oppa."
Nothing to see, so turned back to our corpse field.
Lina bagged heads, clubs, tools, and leather scraps as ordered.
I just watched arms crossed. That's why I brought her—no need for me. Her pickpocket skills shone detaching heads efficiently. Kinda heartwarming. Worked outer corpses on the way out.
"What, still daytime?"
Sun not even set.
Way easier than thought—tons of time left.
Stick around and brag a bit? Claudy said some might still be out hunting. Leaving embers could mean round two.