A Real Doll Makes the Perfect Golem Material
Twenty years ago, Towers of unknown origin had risen all across the world.
Alongside them came the emergence of Awakeners — humans blessed with superhuman power.
Mankind had been thrust headlong into a dazzling new era.
But none of it had anything to do with Kim Minjun, a twenty-five-year-old orphan and high school graduate living in the semi-basement of a rundown villa in Jangjeon-dong, Geumjeong-gu, Busan.
At least, not until this morning.
Not until he woke up.
[Congratulations.]
[You have successfully awakened.]
"...Huh?"
Minjun sat up in the cramped semi-basement room, his body still heavy with sleep, and jolted at the sight of the translucent blue window floating before his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes raw. It didn't disappear.
"No way. It's real."
Awakening typically happened in the early-to-mid teens, right around puberty. A late bloomer like Minjun was about as rare as a natural monument.
"Well, awakening is a good thing."
An awakening was a rope thrown down from the heavens — a lightning bolt of social mobility, an express lane to success. Even with a low ability grade, physical stats several times greater than an ordinary person's meant he could rake in money doing nothing but construction labor.
Whatever this turned out to be, it beat his dreary life a hundred times over. A thousand, even.
"Status Window!"
He shouted the call the way he'd picked up from the Hunter Gallery, and a new window bloomed before his eyes.
"Golemancer? Is that like a summoner?"
Minjun tilted his head at the job class he'd never heard of.
But for an Awakener, what mattered more than the class was the trait. Eyes bright with anticipation, he lowered his gaze.
Trait: Golem Creation (EX)
The letter beside the trait indicated its grade. And the grade of the trait he possessed was... somewhere between strange and outright wrong.
"Wasn't S-Rank supposed to be the highest?"
Unable to contain his curiosity, Minjun pulled out his phone and connected to the Hunter Gallery, fingers drumming out a post in record time.
A moment later.
Ding! Ding!
Comments began flooding in with a cheery notification chime.
Not a single helpful comment in the bunch. Which, apparently, meant there was only one way to find out whether EX was good or bad: use it and see.
Trait: Golem Creation (EX)
Combines a Golem Core with an item in the user's possession to craft a golem. The finished golem's grade depends on the value of the consumed item.
Item: Golem Core
(Golem Cores currently owned: 1)
The essential crafting material for Golem Creation. Can only be obtained by clearing a Tower boss floor.
One core. That was all he had.
Even just reading the description made it clear the thing was precious — not something he'd be getting more of anytime soon. Which meant the first creation demanded extreme care.
"Anything around here worth using?"
His eyes swept slowly around the room — and drifted, all too naturally, toward his rumpled bedding.
A cheap real doll, purchased at a deep discount from an overseas shopping site six months ago, lay sprawled there in a shamelessly seductive heap.
The moment he saw it, a spark of curiosity flared in his mind.
What would pop out if he used a real doll — an adult toy — as the material for a golem?
"Well, the face probably won't change..."
It was shoddy workmanship befitting the rock-bottom price, and that gave him pause. But there was nothing in this room, right now, more useful than the doll.
"If it comes out ugly, then, well. My loss."
He stretched out his hand toward the doll.
[Craft golem?]
Consumed items:
▶ Golem Core x1
▶ Made-in-China Real Doll x1
He pressed the confirm button directly beneath it.
[Initiating Golem Creation.]
In that instant, an enormous magic circle spread itself across the vinyl flooring.
"Wh-what?!"
The floor shook as if an earthquake had struck. At the circle's center, the real doll rose into the air, flickering violently as though it might explode at any second.
[The material's form is over 70% similar to that of a 'human'.]
[Hidden trait 'Humanoid Golem' has activated.]
[The golem's final grade has risen by 2 tiers.]
System windows popped up one after another, but not a single one registered in Minjun's eyes.
"Is this thing actually going to blow up?!"
He fled to the bathroom in a panic and slammed the door behind him.
Beyond it, the rumbling slowly died down. Minjun pressed his ear flat against the door.
"...Is it over?"
He took hold of the handle and eased the door open just a sliver. No explosion, no smoke rising from the wreckage.
He stepped out slowly, crept forward with painstaking caution, and checked the result — then froze dead in his tracks.
"......!!"
His jaw hung open at the utterly unexpected outcome.
All trace of that shoddy lump of silicone had vanished without a trace. In its place: flawless golden-ratio features, a figure far more voluptuous and slender than before — and above all, skin so taut and smooth it practically gleamed with moisture.
A beauty straight out of a legend lay sprawled across the floorboards of his semi-basement room.
Ding!
The moment he finished scanning the golem's body in a daze, a new window appeared with a cheery chime.
▶ Trait: Blade of the Lord
Increases stats when battling an enemy designated as such by her master. This effect scales in proportion to the master's level.
"But why isn't she moving? Is something wrong..."
No matter how perfect the exterior, a golem only had value if it could actually move.
He took a step closer to examine her more carefully. And that was when—
Fwoosh!
The tightly closed eyes snapped open.
"Gah!"
Minjun staggered backward and landed flat on his rear. The woman rose to her feet in one fluid motion, then dropped to one knee and bowed her head with impeccable formality.
"It is an honor to meet you, Master."
A low, elegant voice — so far removed from the cheap real doll she'd been mere moments ago that it defied belief.
"M-Master?"
He wore a bewildered expression at the grandiose title he was hearing for the first time in his life.
"I swear upon this moment that I shall serve as Master's loyal sword and shield, until my final breath."
She declared it in a crisp, knightly cadence, befitting her class. And she did it while wearing absolutely nothing — her flawless nude body on full display.
"Wow. You're so freaking hot."
"'Hot,' you say. That is too generous of you, Master."
She answered his absent-minded, unconscious blurt of admiration with complete sincerity.
"Huh? Generous? Was what I just said a compliment?"
"Is that not self-evident? For a woman, no praise exists greater than the words 'you turn me on.'"
Her unabashed confidence left Minjun flustered instead. He almost started to doubt whether the common sense he'd lived by was wrong all along.
Was this because he'd used a real doll as the crafting material?
What stood before him had, after all, been born from an adult toy. Apparently she registered remarks that could get a man reported for sexual harassment as a kind of reward.
"Now that I think of it, you don't have a name yet."
"If Master sees fit to grant me one, I shall cherish it until the day I die."
That odd little weight of responsibility settled onto Minjun's shoulders, and he sank into deep thought. But no matter how hard he wracked his brain, nothing remotely dignified came to mind.
In the end, he had no choice but to borrow the power of modern technology. He pulled out his smartphone and tapped away at an AI search bar.
He hit search, and a string of respectable-looking names scrolled down the results page.
He tried each one out in his head, hunting for the best fit — and then one name leaped out, rolling off the tongue better than all the rest.
"Perfect. From this moment on, your name is Charlotte Eberhardt!"
"Thank you, Master."
She bowed her head even deeper, her gratitude utterly sincere.
Is this really a golem?
He studied Charlotte up and down, still struggling to believe it. No matter how he looked at her, she bore no resemblance whatsoever to the image of a golem as commonly understood.
And as he stared at her, one crucial fact finally dawned on him.
I'm this girl's master. Which means... she'll do literally anything I ask?
A whole gallery of lewd thoughts flooded his mind at once.
Gulp.
Still, you never knew. There could be some hidden restriction, some buried rule, and she might refuse.
"I'd like to touch your body a little. That okay?"
The sheer patheticness of his own question wrenched a self-conscious laugh out of him.
Was there ever such a limp excuse for a command in the history of the world?
But before the words had even finished leaving his mouth, Charlotte answered without a shred of hesitation.
"Of course. My body was created by Master's hand — it is no different from Master's property. There is no need to seek my permission at all."
Oh. So that's how it is.
The corner of his mouth curled upward at the answer he'd been hoping for.
"Charlotte, rise!"
Faster than the command could settle, she sprang to her feet.
Standing at attention, she let him trace her beautiful body slowly from head to toe. Even on a second look, her figure and face drew admiration out of him effortlessly — an elegance laced with something distinctly indecent.
"Wow... you know, if you debuted in the AV industry, you'd be a smash hit."
"Honestly, I do not know whether one such as myself would be equal to carrying out so momentous a duty."
Charlotte replied, her cheeks flushing deep red beneath his blatant, heated gaze.
Minjun couldn't hold it in. He burst out laughing.
Forget slaying terrifying dragons — AV debut was a momentous duty?
"Did I say something improper, Master?"
"No, no. It's nothing like that."
Her thought process was so far off the rails of normalcy that he could barely choke down his laughter.
Finally composed, Minjun cleared his throat and slowly extended a hand.
His fingertips drifted, inevitably, toward the one place no pair of eyes could possibly avoid — those enormous breasts. He spread his fingers wide like a webbed claw, then seized one in each hand.
"Mmmn♥"
The moment his fingers flexed, a lascivious moan slipped out of her.
So THIS is a breast!
Because he knew exactly how it had felt before the golem transformation, the comparison came instantly and effortlessly.
Not a trace of that unpleasant, tacky greasiness unique to cheap silicone. Her skin was soft and overflowing with elasticity. Warm body heat traveled up through his palms, and beneath them he could feel it — a heart, beating vivid and alive.
She was, beyond any doubt, a living creature.
And Minjun, at this very moment, for the first time in twenty-five years of life—
was groping a living, breathing woman's breasts.