Chapter 31
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 31
Chapter Title: May the Father God Watch Over Those Children.
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Max-Level Rabbit.
It was the name I had given that monster.
In the game, it was a neutral monster that occasionally popped up as an Easter egg.
A disaster that suddenly burst out of the dungeon, wreaking havoc everywhere.
That cunning rabbit always slipped through traps I'd painstakingly set, tormenting players to no end.
Traps got wrecked, monsters got wiped out.
Watching all my hard work crumble in real time crushed my soul every damn time.
You bastard! Little shit! Horse fucker! Motherfucker!
Whenever that goddamn rabbit showed up, the dungeon turned into a wasteland.
Running into it mid-early game meant quitting and resetting—no question.
I had no clue about its origins or patterns.
It just came out of nowhere like a natural disaster and vanished the same way.
I can't even count how many times I tried to drive it off with minimal damage.
The Demon King in the game was too weak and failed every single time.
Only after beefing up with mid-game tier 3-star monsters could I finally hold it back.
Sure, it sometimes randomly attacked hero parties and helped with leveling, but mostly it was just a nuisance.
So that's where the rabbit came from.
"Here you are."
A rabbit as the lord of the forest.
Yeah, who else but you could rule this place?
It made perfect sense.
Max-Level Rabbit.
No other bastard had a name that terrifying.
That innocent face hid insane power—the number one thing to respect.
Defeat the Rabbit
🎁 Reward: Guaranteed 3-Star Monster Draw Ticket
Extra rewards, huh?
Means it's gonna be a bitch.
"Should've sent Amy a bit later?"
Or brought a gargoyle at least.
Numerical superiority could've cracked it.
But running away? Too damn embarrassing.
Demon King's pride, gamer's pride—won't allow it.
"My Lord, that's the lord of the forest. It looks incredibly strong. We should retreat."
"I'll handle it."
Time to fight.
Alone, maybe not—but with Yulia, we've got a shot.
Brace for some broken limbs.
To kill you, that's a price I'm willing to pay.
Take this, gamer's revenge.
I'll fight you with everything I've got.
Crack!
I clenched my fist and drew the Demonic Sword Arubis.
Twitch.
The rabbit's ears perked up as its nose twitched.
Its red eyes fixed on me reeked of fresh blood.
The bastard vanished from sight.
"My Lord!"
Yulia's voice rang out.
Sensing the killing intent ripping at my chest, I reflexively raised Arubis.
Boom!
"Guh!"
The rabbit's body, deflected by my sword, spun like a cannonball and grazed my left shoulder.
A split-second later and I'd be fucked.
Just a graze on the left shoulder, and it hurt like hell—curses bubbling up.
Not broken.
Good enough.
"You fucker."
I checked where its body had brushed me. Even that light touch had my collarbone throbbing like it was shattered.
A hair slower and my chest would've been caved in—instant death.
I gritted my teeth, steadying my mind.
"My Lord!"
"Hold position! Curse it with magic, buff me up. You can do it, right?"
Yulia nodded.
While she chanted, I searched for the vanished rabbit.
There—on an oak branch, red eyes glaring, it leaped again.
'Got you this time.'
My enhanced eyes, thanks to Arubis and Yulia, tracked it perfectly.
I raised Arubis and swung along its flight path.
Still targeting me—gotta hold aggro as long as possible.
Yulia needed time to buff me and curse it before joining.
Whoosh!
The rabbit dodged my attack with mocking ease.
"Slippery bastard. Won't go down easy, huh."
I swung again.
Faster this time.
My muscles screamed.
Begging me to stop—but I ignored them.
Listen to that and I'd never move again.
No dying here.
Not pointlessly like this.
Boom!
The rabbit clashed with my sword and bounced off.
Yulia's curse had slowed it just enough.
Arubis still oozed ominous demonic energy.
"Huff, huff."
Toughest fight since transferring as Demon King.
Sweat poured down my forehead.
The rabbit I'd clipped bristled its fur.
Screech!
Baring huge front teeth, snarling, it reset its stance.
Here it comes.
Something big.
"I'm joining!"
Yulia finished chanting.
Crimson magic whipped toward the rabbit mid-reset—like the spell that snagged the wyvern's wing.
Pfft!
Useless.
It leaped straight up, dodging her magic.
Yulia poised for the follow-up, aiming to snag its leg mid-air.
Then the rabbit coiled tight and twisted direction in a double jump.
"Jumping again in mid-air?"
It was pulling off air-stepping straight out of wuxia novels.
Yulia stared dumbfounded at the bounding rabbit.
I was just as shocked.
What kind of rabbit is this?
No wonder it bypassed every trap.
"Don't let your guard down!"
The rabbit blurred with afterimages, moving at blinding speed.
Can't miss it.
If I lose track, we're all dead.
I strained my eyes, following its path.
Suddenly, my body felt lighter.
Yulia, deeming direct attacks futile, stacked another buff on me.
Whoosh!
Fast.
This speed...
I can aim for its head.
Pfft!
Mid-air twist—the rabbit stretched its leg toward my sword arm.
I didn't dodge.
Instead, I positioned my arm perfectly for it to strike.
Crunch!
"Gaaah!"
The gruesome snap of my right arm breaking clawed at my ears.
Trade bone for head.
Left hand smashed the Max-Level Rabbit's skull.
Shattered collarbone ground viciously.
Bone shards dug into flesh—shoulder agony.
Horrific pain.
Doesn't matter.
This blow smashes its head.
Crack!
Bones shattering—the rabbit slammed into the ground.
Twitch twitch.
Pinned to the dirt, its hind legs spasmed.
It's out cold.
Finish it fast.
Arubis sliced for the Max-Level Rabbit's neck.
Slash!
Spurt!!
Defeated Lord of Dibel Forest - Rank A.
Congratulations. Dibel Forest is now fully yours.
The Demon King gains full control of Dibel Forest.
Confirmation hit—Max-Level Rabbit dead. Body went heavy.
"Haa, haa..."
"Victory, my Lord."
Acquired lordship of Dibel Forest.
You may choose one of the following:
Desolation. - Dungeon fame greatly increases. Gain massive EXP. Can directly create 4-star monsters.
Subjugation – Dungeon fame slightly increases. Gain EXP. One forest lord randomly becomes a pet.
Random forest lord as a pet...
If I could just pull that Max-Level Rabbit, life's set.
No choice.
Subjugation.
Desolation gives EXP and 4-stars, but honestly, better than most 4-stars.
'If only I could draw it.'
Plus, fame boost means high-level adventurers incoming.
'Even hero-tier ones.'
Just need a bit more time.
Traps. Me. Ready to catch 'em.
"Subjugation."
I endured the pain and selected.
Vision flashed—a rabbit dropped from thin air.
The foe I'd just risked my life against, summoned fresh.
"Pulled it."
Lucky.
Worth the grind.
"Gasp! M-My Lord?"
Yulia startled into combat stance, then relaxed as the Max-Level Rabbit nuzzled her foot.
"Hey."
Sniffing around—a bit annoying.
Shoulder, arm—mine wrecked thanks to you. Yours? Fresh spawn, pristine.
I know we're different, but...
'Can't help the irritation.'
"Patrol the area like before."
No plans to dungeon it up.
Waste to cage it—perfect as local guard dog.
"Manage this forest well. Got it?"
It sniffed and rubbed its face on my leg.
Fur soft against skin.
Damn, kinda cute up close.
"Ugh! Camping's comfier than I thought. Body swap? Used to hate it."
Amy stretched with a weird groan, snapping Rebecca—sniffing Demon King's mask scent—from her daze. She nodded belatedly.
"Same here."
Enhanced bodies felt zero discomfort from roughing it.
The outdoor freedom? Pure liberation they'd never known.
Two-week trek? Done in under one.
City walls of Mir—where Rebecca grew up—loomed ahead.
"We're here."
"Time to prep."
Amy hid her revealing outfit under a robe.
Masked like that, black hair aside, she was pure Amy.
"Going in."
Rebecca steadied her mind.
Demon King's scent faded.
Regretful, but she gripped her sanity.
Proper mindset for the disguise.
Success means bigger gifts.
Don't sweat the small stuff.
Deep breath—Rebecca stepped forward.
"Halt! ...Lady Rebecca?"
"Hello."
Mask or not, soldiers recognized her.
Her influence ran deep.
Rebecca faced the dumbstruck guards, clearing her throat.
"What happened? That mask..."
"Monster fight—big facial scar. Too ugly to show."
"Ah... And the knights with you?"
"..."
Silence spoke volumes.
Guards assumed the worst, bowing heads.
"May the Father God watch over those children."
Rebecca made the sign of the cross.
Unpleasant duty—but necessary.
Penance to punish vile hypocrites.
"And the one behind you."
"Long time."
Amy stepped beside, face sad.
"Ah, Candidate... You're safe."
"Yes, it was rough."
"Identities confirmed. Enter."
The women passed the gate guards.
Behind: "Wasn't Candidate Amy's hair originally black?" Ignored.
Irrelevant chatter.
"Rebecca, you're a natural actress."
"Just recalled memories."
"Hm, still grossed me out. Mimicking those filth-wielders."
Amy shuddered, recalling Rebecca's cross.
Face like she'd seen forbidden vermin.
"Nothing I won't do for my Lord."
"Loyal. Knight thing?"
"Let's go. They'll wait inside."
"Sure."
They entered the church.
Unquestioned by anyone.