The Slave's Dawn Melody and the Treasure Cave
As the sun rose over Treasure Island, Namgung Seojun circled the deck of the ship when he heard a song drifting on the air.
♪~ ♪ ♪~ ♪ ♩~ ♩~
A familiar, beautiful voice... When he reached the deck where the sound came from, there was Shin Miyun, still flaunting her looks as one of the ship's sex slaves. She and Park Eunhye, the two 2nd Class sex slaves aboard, served as the ship's public cum dumps, handling every man's lust without respite. They took load after load in their holes and mouths nonstop. At first, with no restrictions, they'd been used around the clock, but as leader, Seojun had set rest times to ensure they got at least some sleep. From 4 a.m. to 10 a.m., that was their guaranteed downtime. And now, during rest hours, Shin Miyun had come out on deck to sing. Escaping the semen stench and musky reek of their room for a moment of song—it was her one solace amid utter despair.
Shin Miyun stopped singing when she spotted Namgung Seojun.
"M-Master."
She bowed politely to the party leader. Her beauty remained, but her once-flawless pale skin looked a bit dry and worn. She clearly looked exhausted.
Seojun eyed her body, and she misunderstood, saying, "Master, do you want to use me right now?"
She slipped off her thin dress, baring herself completely. Her figure was still stunning, but fresh scars marred her skin, with more brands and tattoos added. Semen still leaked slightly from her pussy and ass.
Seojun personally slipped the dress back on her. "It's rest time. I set this period myself—no sex work allowed."
"Thank you."
Shin Miyun expressed her gratitude, and out of consideration, Seojun started to leave. But then she urgently called out.
"Master! You'll free me once we hit the 40th floor, right? I'll be released from slavery?"
For her, emancipation was her only hope—the reason she endured this miserable, grueling life as a cum dump.
"Of course. We even drew up the contract. Reach the 40th floor, and you're free."
His word—the master's promise—fueled her will to survive.
On the 37th floor's vast ocean—
Boom! Boom!
Giant cannon fire echoed across the sea, courtesy of the Prokho, Namgung Seojun's ship.
"Direct hit on the pirate ship's center!"
"Captain, one pirate vessel half-sunk. Combat ineffective."
The mana cannon's impact tilted the pirate ship halfway over. One remained. Captain Kang Inho bellowed,
"Max speed! Max defenses! Charge!"
Under his orders, they hurtled toward the pirates at full tilt.
"Evade!"
The pirate captain yelled, but their bulky ship moved sluggishly. The Prokho rammed their side perfectly.
Crunch!
The Prokho's prow ram pierced deep, temporarily fusing the vessels.
"Board 'em!"
At the bosun's command, waiting crew poured through the breach in the pirate deck. The combat team's prowess shone in the melee.
"Multi Shot!"
"Radiant Strike!"
"Javelin toss!"
The attackers overwhelmed and slaughtered pirates amid the chaos with superior skill. Meanwhile, boosted by sylph buffs, Namgung Seojun dashed to the captain's cabin. He kicked the door to splinters.
"Captain! Show yourself!"
The pirate captain, spirit broken, dropped his weapon. Seojun swiftly bound him with magic chains, hoisted the captive bodily to the top deck, and roared,
"Surrender! Your captain has!"
Typically, that ended it. Some resisting pirates threw down arms and yielded; others leaped overboard or fled in boats.
"Grab those escaping in boats!"
At Seojun's order, Li Zhangwei leaped toward a boat, arrows whizzing past, landing aboard and butchering the rebels. Leto dove into the sea, hauling swimmers back as prisoners.
Battle over, cheers of victory erupted naturally.
After the fight on the 36th floor's Pirate Island, Namgung Seojun had spoken with Captain Kang Inho and decided to take on attacking pirates. Their levels were lower than expected. Though seasoned sailors, they crumbled against the Prokho's top gear and elite fighters. The ship's base speed was swift, defenses ironclad with mana cannons, bolstered further by Lee Guho's shields and Seojun's sylphs for extra velocity. Add powerhouse close-quarters combatants—total overkill. No need to dodge fights. To avoid swarm overload, they cannoned until one ship left, then boarded to capture.
"Hahaha."
In his cabin, Captain Kang Inho watched the pirates get dismantled effortlessly, chuckling. Too easy, but these were powerhouse adventurers. Three inviters, a god's quest agent, even an apostle of a nameless god.
"They can't not be strong."
Even to Kang Inho, veteran of the 30th floor seas, Seojun's party was impressive.
Towing the prize ship, the Prokho headed to the nearest port. Crew split to sail the capture made it vulnerable—thus the closest harbor, where they sold the ship and pirates as slaves.
En route, Song Kang from the captured vessel shouted,
"Master!"
Namgung Seojun turned. "What is it?"
"You need to see this yourself."
At Song Kang's words, he vaulted across like an acrobat to the pirate ship. Li Zhangwei, waiting, reported,
"Leader, found something odd in the captain's cabin."
Searching, Li Zhangwei uncovered a hidden chest. Inside: a map.
"No! Not that!"
The captain wailed, but Seojun examined it.
"This... a treasure map?"
The captain bit his lip in fury. Seojun's Super Sense confirmed it true.
A treasure map—the dream of any seafarer, most men.
With it in hand, Namgung Seojun summoned party members and the captain.
"A treasure map? For real, hyungnim?"
"Seojun-ssi, they say the 30th floor's full of fakes."
"I agree with Gisohee. Leader, a small-time pirate captain's map... hard to trust."
Lee Guho, Gisohee, and Li Zhangwei voiced doubts. Pharos just laughed. The captain eyed Seojun curiously.
"So, Party Leader, you wanna head to its destination?"
"Yes."
Seojun's curt reply made the captain nod. "Then let's go."
Seojun's track record of impossible feats up to the 37th had convinced the salty captain of his special gifts. There was reason behind his conviction.
With Seojun and the captain decided, others looked worried. Pharos chuckled,
"You've trusted Leader's calls every time—why doubt now?"
They couldn't retort; "treasure map" just sounded too fantastical.
"I'll plot the course. Let's head out."
The captain charted straight for the map's Treasure Island.
Six days later, the Prokho entered a cluster of uninhabited isles dotted with palms. The target lurked among them. Seojun scanned with binoculars. The map described a mountain-crowned isle with a crater summit—clear marker.
Checking islands, he spotted the one with a massive, unique peak.
Obvious landmark.
"Approaching island!"
Bosun's call—crew launched a small boat.
Splash!
Party members rappelled down. No beach for big ships—small boat it was. Just Seojun's core team explored.
"Safe travels. Haha."
Seojun clenched a fist at the captain's sendoff. "I'll bring back something good."
Then, with party, he boated ashore.
Treasure Island's coast: rocky cliffs.
"Isu-yeon! Scout, secure rope, drop it!"
"Yes."
Isu-yeon scaled swiftly, fixed the line from above.
Seojun checked for frays or issues. "One by one, up the rope."
They landed ashore, entering the isle.
Classic volcanic island: bare rock, weeds in cracks, birds everywhere. No paths—party threaded stone gaps, surveying.
Nothing.
"Treasure here? Looks empty," Leto fretted quietly to Seojun, minding his newbie status.
Seojun grinned, clapping his shoulder. "Trust me."
"Yeah. I will."
Leto nodded. Full circuit done, they summited.
The peak: vast caldera basin, lush green meadow inside.
"Whoa."
Pinara gasped aloud; others felt the same, stunned. A meadow atop a volcano? Unthought-of.
Seojun led down into the grass. Super Sense zeroed on a cave in one corner.
"Found it."
His trait screamed: treasure lay there.