Duel City Doelro
"Fire Burst!"
As Lee Guho's spell activated, one werewolf crumpled to the ground.
'Woof! Woof!!'
As the other werewolves began to howl, wolves that had been lying in ambush nearby revealed themselves. They charged straight at the party.
"Defend!"
At Namgung Seojun's command, the guards protected Lee Guho and the other attackers, along with the porters and sex slaves.
"Holy Thrust!"
Li Zhangwei, who had grown much stronger after becoming an Apostle of the Nameless God, swept through the battlefield. Werewolves fell to the spear he wielded.
"Holy Shield Bash!"
Pinara rampaged like a fish in water, smashing wolves to death with her shield. Her shield was dyed red with blood, but she darted around as if it still wasn't enough.
The rest of the party members performed their roles flawlessly in the battle. Even though Seojun only commanded without joining the fight himself, they easily handled the werewolves and wolf pack.
After the battle ended, Namgung Seojun instructed the party to set up camp a short distance away.
Several tents were pitched for the party members, but Seojun's was a bit larger. And inside it were four women.
"Mmph... mmph... mmph..."
The woman stifling her moans by stuffing her own panties in her mouth was none other than Pinara. Behind her stood Dmitri, wearing panties fitted with a strap-on dildo.
'Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!'
Dmitri, who loved tormenting Pinara, ravaged her pussy with the massive fake cock as she taunted.
"You acted all high and mighty during the day, you maso bitch."
Even though Pinara had become Namgung Seojun's sex slave, her status as a follower of the main god meant she was treated like a normal adventurer in public. But in the tent with just Seojun and his women, she reverted to her place at the very bottom as a sex slave.
"Mmph... mmph..."
Pinara felt even more pleasure from Dmitri's abuse. It wasn't quite on Namgung Seojun's level, but being humiliated and fucked by Dmitri was a huge thrill for her severe masochism.
For Dmitri, this was a great pleasure too. Knowing and exploiting the dual nature of Pinara—elite warrior by day—gave her own perverse side a special kick.
While Dmitri and Pinara enjoyed themselves like that, Namgung Seojun and Gisohee were looking at a map and talking.
"Seojun, we'll arrive at the city tomorrow."
Gisohee said after calculating the route on the map and the party's travel speed. Seojun nodded in agreement.
"Not bad—city in seven days."
"But didn't you say the next city is special?"
He was about to answer her question when...
"Ah..."
Seojun fell silent for a moment, overcome by the pleasure from his lower body.
'Slurp... slurp...'
Isu-yeon was sucking his cock. Whenever things were quiet in the tent, sucking Namgung Seojun's dick and serving him was her greatest happiness, so she did it whenever she could.
"Ha..."
The relentless oral finally made him cum.
"Gulp... gulp..."
Isu-yeon swallowed every drop of semen from Seojun's cock.
Once he'd finished cumming and regained his composure, Namgung Seojun refocused on the conversation. Gisohee, now used to these situations, continued casually as if nothing had happened.
"The city we arrive at tomorrow is really unique."
The Tower World often had cities and villages with strange themes. Japanese-style, Korean-style, Chinese-style, Western-style cities, of course, but also theme parks, tourist spots for relaxation, and more.
It made sense to have diverse themes, but this city's was truly one-of-a-kind.
"Duel City, right?"
"Yes, Duel City Doelro, where everything is decided by duels."
The city Namgung Seojun was willing to lose two days for was Duel City Doelro, a recreation of the American Old West from the 19th century.
Duel City Doelro
As Namgung Seojun's party arrived at Doelro, a guard at the entrance gave them several warnings.
"This city has a few rules."
"First! Everything is settled by duel. If there's a dispute, duels decide right from wrong! But those duels must be officiated by a priest or temple staff to be valid."
"Second, you can't refuse a duel. Refuse, and you're out of the city immediately."
"Third, duels are limited to five per person. No more than that."
"Fourth, pointless duels can be stopped at the priest's discretion. Malicious provocations or bullying the weak will be punished, so watch yourselves."
There were a few more rules, but as long as they didn't break laws, everything came down to duels in Doelro.
Before entering the city, Seojun addressed the group.
"Slaves aren't duel targets, so no issue there, but regular party members, be careful. They say malicious provocations aren't allowed, but there are plenty of lowlifes. Don't give them any openings."
Everyone nodded.
"If you accept a duel, consult me first."
They all agreed. They trusted his judgment completely.
They entered Doelro. First stop: the temple to handle loot.
"Welcome."
At the priest's greeting, Gisohee showed proof of the hunt to claim Merit Points, while Lee Guho sold loot to the temple merchant.
They were heading to an inn when some hippie-looking guys blocked Namgung Seojun's party.
"You're the party leader!"
Seojun nodded, and the guy got straight to it.
"One slave from me against one from you—duel for it!"
It was a baseless provocation. The hippie didn't know much about Seojun, and vice versa. But trusting his Super Sense, Seojun nodded lightly.
"Sure. Let's duel."
A man wearing a temple mark on his chest who happened to be passing by rushed over.
"Are you two dueling now?"
"Yes!"
The hippie shouted loudly, while Namgung Seojun nodded casually.
"Verbal contract commencing. You both agree to the duel. What are the stakes?"
"One slave."
The hippie spoke first again, and Seojun agreed.
"Very well. Moving now!"
The temple-marked man chanted a simple spell, and the hippie's group and Seojun's party were teleported.
"Whoa!!"
"New duelists!"
"Win! Win, you hippie freak!!"
"I'm betting on that normal-looking guy!"
"Hippie! 10 silver on you!"
They'd been auto-transported to a small arena packed with spectators.
The temple-marked man announced,
"Duel starts now. Begin!"
With his word, the duel began.
"Kee hee hee!"
The hippie opponent drew daggers—ten of them at once—and hurled them while shouting.
"Dagger Barrage! Die!"
It was the hippie's ace move. He had the rare skill Dagger Barrage, which let him unleash a storm of daggers to open duels. He'd won every time with it.
This time too, he aimed to seize momentum, throwing his ten held daggers and pulling more from his belt to fling wildly.
'Even a graze wins it!'
All the daggers were coated in hallucinogenic poison. Weak against monsters, but perfect for humans. Victory seemed assured.
'Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh. Whoosh.'
A massive number flew fast, but Namgung Seojun dodged effortlessly. His Super Sense, Domain Insight, and Prediction let him evade perfectly.
"Huh?"
He'd emptied his belt—34 daggers in five seconds, all on different trajectories—yet not a single one grazed Seojun. Panicking now that he'd lost his weapons, the hippie was wide open.
Namgung Seojun closed in and struck his throat with the sword hilt.
'Thud!'
The hippie collapsed pathetically.
"Namgung Seojun wins!"
The temple-marked man officially declared it. Cheers erupted from the crowd, and Seojun raised a fist lightly in response.
Moments later, the hippie's group and Seojun's party returned to their spots.
"The duel ends in Namgung Seojun's victory. You may claim one slave from the opponent."
"Tch."
The hippie grabbed a female slave's wrist and tossed her over.
"Here! Take her!"
But Namgung Seojun shook his head.
"You didn't specify which slave. The contract was any slave."
"What? No way!"
The hippie protested, but the temple-marked man sided with Seojun.
"Namgung Seojun is correct. 'Opponent's slave,' not a specific one. You choose."
Seojun had turned the hippie's own trap against him. The guy always worded contracts vaguely to pick his prizes—now Seojun got the chance.
"......"
Fuming but defeated, the hippie could only hope Seojun picked a disposable one.
"That archer over there. I'll take her."
He chose a main DPS with a Rare class and three Rare-grade skills—a 100-gold value.
"Nooo!!!"
The hippie wailed, but the 100-gold archer was now in Seojun's hands. Once settled, they were auto-teleported apart.
Namgung Seojun returned to the temple; the hippie was sent far away in the city.
"That's dueling, as you saw."
Seojun had demonstrated the process and outcome. The party fully understood.
Namgung Seojun's party left the temple, booked rooms at an inn, and sold the new slave to the inn merchant for 100 gold.
"Seojun! Nice haul."
As Dmitri said, in a great mood from the tidy profit, he told the slaves first.
"Five days' rest. Relax."
Slaves had no duel rights, so he gave them free time—and a gold each as pocket money. They happily headed out to play.
To the remaining regular party members, he said carefully.
"This city... think about it. It's an opportunity."
"Opportunity?"
"A golden chance to upgrade your specs."
Lee Guho still didn't get it, so Li Zhangwei smiled faintly and explained.
"The leader wants us to gain new stuff through duels."
"Exactly. Duel for better traits and skills."
He urged them to bet for more valuable traits and skills via duels.
This bizarre Old West-themed Duel City Doelro allowed wagering almost anything. Not lives, but money, slaves, gear—and even traits, skills, or personal status in extremes.
Namgung Seojun told the party.
"Focus on traits and skills here. I'll scout opponents for some of your five duels."
They all nodded in agreement.
The next day, Seojun began wandering Duel City Doelro with his party members.