EP.107 Level 10 - Mirroring (1)
As my level rises, I can see my dick swelling bigger and bigger right before my eyes. I rub my overwhelmingly massive cock against Yoo Chaerin's pussy, getting ready to rip through her hymen. Sure, I'm curious about the newly unlocked sub-trait, but that pussy right in front of me is way more interesting right now.
"Manager!"
"What? I'm kinda busy..."
"Check this out!?"
BOOM! A massive rumble shakes the entire house. This is Yoo Chaerin's place, so it's got top-tier soundproofing and earthquake resistance. If a noise like this is still getting through, there's only one possibility.
Beeeep! Emergency alerts blare from all three of our phones, followed by mobilization orders. Dungeon break. And it's clearly a disaster of unprecedented scale.
"Fuck, that goddamn author is such a prick." Cursing whatever god is probably cackling at this scene somewhere, I haul myself up from my seat. This sure as hell isn't the time to pop Chaerin's cherry.
"Hey, snap out of it."
"Hah... My throat's all parched and tight, it's rough..."
"Dungeon break. Let's go."
The red light flashing on my phone doesn't look good at all. The last one that blew up because of Eunha was only orange. No one saw a sudden red alert like this coming.
"Hng!? Haaang♡"
"Cut it out, you crazy bitch. I already deactivated all your traits."
"Ah, got it. I gotta sort out this pleasure if I'm gonna fight."
"Hah, fuck. The timing is shit."
I can manage without her, but Yoo Chaerin is basically the key firepower right now. Every minute she's late means more people dying. She'll take forever to fully recover, so I need to have Hyeun bring over her gear.
"What's the situation?"
"The whole capital region's under evacuation orders. Looks like it opened up nearby, and since there are so many hunters around here, they're managing minimal casualties for now."
"Minimal my ass. You trust those assholes?"
The real issues: it broke the second they spotted it, making conquest impossible, and while hunters are holding the line, the follow-up monsters pouring out are no joke. We absolutely need Chaerin's team.
"Hello? Gongju, honey. Where are you right now?"
"Honey, hold on a sec. Hng...!"
BANG! A sharp gunshot cracks through the phone, stabbing into my ear. She's in the thick of it live?
"Damn it, this wasn't supposed to blow today."
"When was it supposed to?"
"A week from now. We came early to clear it since shit was gonna hit the fan, but it popped the second we touched it."
It's not breaking on a timer—it's triggered by specific conditions. But what dungeon blows just from getting close? A trap?
"I'll hold the line here as best I can, so honey, round up Chaerin's whole team. Please."
"Got it."
At least Yi Gongju, an S-rank, is at the front lines. Eunha's probably rushing there too. If we gear up fast, we can pull this off.
"Sorry. Didn't mean to drag you all the way here."
"Chaerin's in bad shape?"
"Debating whether to wipe her memories."
If she can't pull herself together, I might have to erase her training memories to snap her out of it. No time for that with the capital on the brink.
"Ahem... Sorry, took me a bit to get my head straight?"
"You okay now?"
"Ahem. I wasn't even that out of it to begin with? I was just playing along 'cause you looked pathetic."
Even with the others around, how do you tell such an obvious lie? She declared she'd give me her virginity and everything. I'll let it slide this time since she's embarrassed.
"Here's your gear. Eunha already headed to link up with Gongju."
"Thanks."
A pure white wing-manifested bikini emerges from the gear transport case. I tweak the detailed options, then she slowly slips it on. Never thought I'd see Yoo Chaerin donning her custom gear like this. Once you hit level 10 and certify it, the nation issues custom equipment—tailored to your exact design and specs, pouring in all cutting-edge tech. But it's usually bikini-style, doubling as bra and panties while exposing the gear itself. That's the S-rank identity right there.
"Chaerin, you fly straight there. Eunhyuk, you ride with me."
"Linking up with Gongju?"
"Yeah."
No time for full mana recovery, so Hyeun injects Chaerin with mana-restoring drugs. Not great for frequent use, but emergencies don't care. Chaerin takes off toward the break's epicenter with her wings restored. We pile into the car and chase after her.
"Vibrations reaching this far. What the hell's coming out?"
"Live updates say cyclopes are swarming—the vibration source."
"Those don't swarm, do they?"
"Exactly why it's weird. They roll in threes max, that's the rule. This many? Impossible."
Cyclopes are tricky, but not a big deal with an S-rank. The real problem: they're ignoring their ecology. Usually boils down to two things—mutant new species, or a dominant monster forcing the change.
Gongju sounded like she couldn't solo it, so probably the latter.
It hasn't emerged yet, but give it time, and the break worsens until it does. Cyclopes are doable with time, but whatever follows will rack up insane casualties just by showing up.
"Shouldn't we evac all B-rank and below ASAP?"
"Says the non-hunter."
"Fair, but..."
Still, I'm the manager. In emergencies, I take command of Gongju's team. And bluntly, at level 10, I'm basically S-rank now, right?
"Right, gotta check the new trait."
With everything exploding at once, I'd totally forgotten. I open my trait window for the first time in ages.
Feminist (Lv10)
The happiness of women by you! Gain trait EXP every time you make a woman happy. Leveling up unlocks new sub-traits and strengthens mana.
"The color really changes, huh."
I'd heard that at level 10, the trait window matches your eye color. Seeing it glow gold for real feels pretty weird. But the important part's the new sub-trait, right?
Mirroring (F)
Gain the potential to use portions of a target's traits.
"Huh?"
Does that mean I can copy other people's traits? If I'm not misunderstanding, yeah. So now I can use combat traits too? Curiosity piqued, I test the new trait on Hyeun.
A ticklish sensation crawls through my brain, and a strange mana flow emerges. Channeling mana along it...
Kiiiiing! Everything around starts freezing. Mana drains fast, and time seems to halt for me and the world—but my thoughts keep racing normally.
Hyeun's Thought Acceleration trait. It amps brain speed, making the world feel slow. She uses it for real-time command.
"Perfect, exactly what I needed."
Not S-rank combat yet, but way safer for directing. Now I really feel awakened.
"Total chaos."
From hunters leaning on buildings for treatment to panicked civilians yet to evac—driving's impossible now.
"On foot from here."
We ditch the car and sprint toward the dungeon. More rubble, then monster corpses littering the streets. This is the 'good' response?
"Worse than I heard."
"Cyclopes are mostly cleared, though."
Probably Chaerin, who beat us here—wing fragments embedded everywhere. She's a monster even among S-ranks.
"Honey! Hyeun!"
"Ah, Eunha. How's it looking?"
"Not great. Treating and pulling back as many as I can, but like Gongju said, time's short."
"What the hell is it?"
"Colossal."
Dungeons sometimes have colossal boss monsters. Usually final bosses, named 'colossal' for a reason: living siege engines the size of skyscrapers. Patterns devastate, but dungeons isolate them. Outside? Catastrophe—especially downtown.
"Gotta cut it down on emergence. Near impossible..."
Colossals have simple patterns, so hunters are safe if careful. But they're tanks—need mass firepower and time...
Krummble! As I think it, the dungeon entrance glows, a massive shadow blotting the sky. The sheer visual overwhelms—my first real look too.
"Hah, gonna lose my mind."
One option: I check Hyeun's drug bag—plenty of mana restoratives left. Less, but Chaerin took a good stash too.
"Please connect."
Targeting Chaerin facing the beast, I activate the trait. A chill prickles my back. Focus it, pour in mana, manifest something.
"Hyeun, got anything to cover my face?"
"...Hat?"
"Yeah, pull it low."
The mana mass on my back surges. Jet it out—ride-force pressure slams my face like a rollercoaster.
"Chaerin, get outta the way!"
"What the—!?"
I blast past her dodge, visualizing her fights, her high-output attacks. Etch them onto the wings, manifest for real.
"Eat this...!"
Black wings erupt from me, unleashing on the monster. Acrid smoke from the blasts engulfs me, blurring vision.