Adamantium Sword and Yuki's Departure
Namgung Seojun left the temple in the great city of Mekelo and rode a carriage for about thirty minutes. Soon, a large blacksmithy on the outskirts of the city caught his eye.
"Here we are, sir. The blacksmithy."
The coachman announced, and Seojun thanked him before stepping down from the carriage.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Numerous blacksmiths inside were sweating profusely as they hammered glowing-hot metal. Namgung Seojun approached one who was taking a short break and spoke up.
"Is Shin Gihyuk here?"
"Team Leader Gihyuk? Yeah, but who are you?"
In response to the blacksmith's question, Seojun showed him the introduction letter written by the temple priest.
"I'm here on referral from the temple."
"Ah! From the temple? Must be someone important. Heh heh heh."
The blacksmith led him deeper into the forge.
As they ventured further in, a man lost in thought stood beside a large, extinguished furnace.
"Team Leader Gihyuk, got a customer."
At those words, Shin Gihyuk opened his eyes and eyed Namgung Seojun.
"Who are you?"
"The temple referred me."
Seojun handed over the introduction letter sealed with wax. Shin Gihyuk tore it open and read it before speaking.
"It's been a while since I had a decent customer. An inviter, huh?"
Seojun was slightly startled that his status as an inviter had been spotted so quickly, but Shin Gihyuk continued.
"Even inviters can be noobs. Temple priests can just glance at an adventurer's status. Nothing to be shocked about. But anyway—you've got adamantium?"
"Yes."
Seojun showed him the adamantium ore. The blacksmith examined it with keen interest.
"Nice. Very nice. Top-quality stuff. So, you selling? I'll give you 200 gold. Great price."
Though Shin Gihyuk offered more than market value, Namgung Seojun shook his head.
"I want a weapon made."
"A weapon? For you to use? A sword?"
"Yes."
"It'll need to be mixed with black iron. That okay?"
"Yes."
Shin Gihyuk eyed Seojun with intrigue.
"I'm a blacksmith with a Unique-grade skill. It'll cost a fortune. Needs 3,000 Merit Points. You cool with that?"
Caught off guard by the unexpected 3,000 Merit Points demand, Seojun hesitated. Shin Gihyuk chuckled.
"Blacksmiths like me don't need gold—we've got plenty. So, 3,000 Merit Points for the weapon, or sell the adamantium for 200 gold. Or leave if you don't like either."
Shin Gihyuk wanted the adamantium for himself, so he'd demanded Merit Points instead of cash—3,000 was a hefty sum, hard to earn even on the 6th floor.
Seojun had been surprised at first, but his Super Sense strongly signaled it was a good deal. Getting an adamantium-infused weapon this low in the tower for 3,000 Merit Points was like striking gold.
"Fine. I'll pay the 3,000 Merit Points."
Shin Gihyuk blinked in shock.
"What? You're kidding. You actually have 3,000 Merit Points? For real?"
Seojun nodded, but Shin Gihyuk asked several more times to confirm.
Twenty minutes later, they formalized the weapon commission contract via the main god's contract scroll.
Namgung Seojun commissions Shin Gihyuk to craft one longsword using provided adamantium ore mixed with black iron in the optimal ratio developed by the blacksmith. Payment: 3,000 Merit Points. Completion: 10 days. Excess adamantium becomes property of Shin Gihyuk.
"Whoa! You really had 3,000 Merit Points."
With the Merit Points transferred via the contract, Seojun stated firmly.
"Now craft the sword as per the contract."
"Got it. Standard longsword shape? I'll use my golden ratio of black iron and adamantium. Leftover adamantium's mine."
That was in the contract too, so Seojun nodded.
"Come back in ten days. I'll make it perfect."
Shin Gihyuk took the adamantium ore and declared confidently.
And so, Seojun's weapon production began.
Leaving the blacksmithy, Namgung Seojun headed to the information guild, a staple in every city.
"Welcome."
A female clerk greeted him upon entry.
"What can I do for you?"
"I need info on floors 6 through 7."
At his words, she gave a subtle look.
"First time on the 6th floor?"
"Yes."
Her eyes lit up as she pulled out a new booklet labeled "Advisor List."
"You know things change a lot from the 6th floor, right?"
Seojun had heard from the priest, but the biggest shift was that from the 6th floor fields onward, there was no goddess's protection. Floors 1 through 5 had it, keeping human-on-human crime nearly nonexistent. But from 6 onward, no such safeguard—disputes between humans went unpunished.
"The 6th floor field is lawless. Humans attack humans. Bandits are stronger and sneakier than monsters."
She pointed to the advisor list.
"The info guild partners with the temple to recommend advisors—experts on surviving the 6th floor. Super cheap, just 2 silver. Lets you ask all the questions you want for two hours."
Seojun's Super Sense gave no reaction—meaningless.
Seeing his lack of enthusiasm, the clerk pushed harder.
"I'll hook you up with our top advisor. No time limit."
Only then did his Super Sense tingle positively.
"Then, the top one, please."
The next day, Namgung Seojun and Gisohee met a man at a cafe.
"Hey hey, you the famous rookie inviter? And that's your girl?"
His rough, sleazy vibe made them both weary, but he kept yapping at his own pace.
"Name's Cha Uts. Been stuck on the 6th floor for five years."
After the intro, Cha Uts rambled on.
"Kahaha! This city, Mekelo, is a riot. You gotta explore."
"The entertainment district beats Earth hands down! You could party for years and not get bored. Especially the pros... top-tier!"
"Honestly, better than my old Hong Kong. Day and night bliss."
Seojun couldn't grasp why Super Sense had approved this guy. But amid the chatter, Cha Uts dropped key points.
"6th floor field? Crawling with human butchers."
"Why ask about the field? Planning to head out? Why go there?"
Then the core advice.
"You ready to kill people? The 6th floor field's for those with the resolve to kill humans. No resolve? Stay put."
"Fight some bandits first. Just an hour outside the city, they swarm. Survive that, and you've got the bare minimum quals for the 7th floor."
That was the crux. The party needed hands-on experience against bandits.
After parting with Cha Uts, Namgung Seojun and Gisohee talked privately.
"Killing people... more worrying than I thought."
Many adventurers broke on the 6th floor and quit climbing. Even in Seojun's party, shock might claim some. Combat with humans risked deaths too—preparations had to be ironclad.
"Let's gather the party and discuss it seriously."
They decided to convene the members for a frank talk.
Back at the inn, an unfamiliar woman sat in the room.
"..."
Seojun froze, but Gisohee smirked faintly.
"I prepared her."
Gisohee's surprise event: a stunning prostitute.
Seojun slept with other women often anyway. She'd arranged a threesome for fresh excitement.
"..."
Awkward silence. The experienced whore broke it.
"First threesome?"
Seojun had experience but stayed quiet... Gisohee nodded.
"Then I'll join naturally. You two start; I'll slip in at the right moment."
So they began in front of her. Eye contact, then their usual—kissing.
Mmch... mmch... mmch...
Clothes off while lip-locked, then hands teasing genitals.
Squelch... squelch...
"Mmgh... mmph."
Light friction and soft moans. They pleasured each other earnestly.
"Gisohee."
"Yes."
No words needed; she knew, rolling over into 69.
Sucking each other off.
Hm?
The whore, seasoned, decided not to interrupt yet. She stripped, fingering her clit to prep.
"Hah... hah! Ah!!"
Midway, Seojun drove Gisohee to climax, cumming himself.
Spurt... spurt... spurt...
Filling her womb, pulling out—cum leaked from her pussy.
"Hah... hah..."
As they panted, pausing—the whore's turn.
She sucked his cum-and-juice-coated cock clean.
Mmch...
Her expert blowjob slurped every drop, even from the urethra, re-hardening it.
"Hup."
Hand-stroking the erection, she lapped at Gisohee's cum-filled pussy.
Lick... slurp... lick... smack smack...
Devouring semen while tonguing her folds, fingers teasing her clit.
"Ah... ah!!"
Mini-orgasm. Gisohee, hypersensitive, gasped.
Ready, the whore laid Gisohee down, mounting to align pussies face-to-face.
"Oh!"
From Seojun's view, their slits stacked perfectly.
"Thrust whenever."
His cock speared the whore's first.
"Hauk..."
Even for a pro, the massive girth choked her breath.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ahk! Ahk! Ahk!"
Hips slamming—flesh smacking, wet squelches, her moans in harmony.
Ah... ah! This is different!
Her cries weren't fake. Super Sense hit her weak spots; she felt it for real.
Ten minutes later...
"Aaaah!!!!!"
Twitch twitch twitch.
Body convulsing, she wailed. A pro controlling her peaks felt a rare true orgasm in just ten minutes.
That sparked it.
"Seojun! Please... stop! Aaah!!!"
"Hah... hah... aaah!! Ah...... hnn..."
"Again? Already? Hng! Ah... heuk... heuk..."
Namgung Seojun ravaged relentlessly. Whore's pussy, Gisohee's pussy, whore's ass, Gisohee's mouth... cycling holes nonstop.
Two hours later.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Hot haze, faint survival breaths. The women drooled, twitching limply. Cum oozed from Gisohee's pussy, the whore's pussy and ass.
Namgung Seojun had utterly conquered them.
The next day, Seojun urgently called a party meeting. But only six gathered—one short.
"Where's Yuki?"
He asked Lee Guho. Bitter-faced, he replied.
"Yuki's gone."
She had already left the inn.