Harbor City Haramas
After completing the Harama Port City trial, the party ascended to the 30th floor.
"What the hell?"
The group marveled as they arrived on the 30th floor. The salty sea breeze carried a heavy humidity, and the city sprawling before them hugged a vast ocean—a massive port city. Harama Port City on the 30th floor had a completely different vibe. The streets teemed not just with humans, but with orcs and lizardmen they'd once fought as monsters in the lower floors, alongside dwarves, elves, dark elves, beastkin, and many other races. From the 30th floor onward, non-humans shared the cities with humans.
"Selling chastity slaves! I'll buy human virgins for top price!"
"Second-class human slaves start at a minimum of 50 gold—let's talk!"
"Slave prices here are unbeatable—come check 'em out!"
Right from the entrance, merchants hawked aggressively, their eyes fixed on sex slaves. From the 30th floor, demand for human sex slaves exploded. Every race coveted humans for their eternal youth and above-average allure. Prettier than most and staying young far longer, humans were prime picks—some races even kept them as emergency rations. Human sex slaves commanded sky-high value for all these perks.
"You the party leader? Got any human women slaves to sell? I'll pay top dollar. First-class guaranteed 20 gold! Second-class at least 50!"
The goblin merchant's greedy pitch made the second-class slaves Park Eunhye and Shin Miyun flinch, along with porters Garyunmi and Choe Sohee. Pure economics screamed to sell right there for a massive payday. Luckily, Namgung Seojun shut it down flat.
"Not for sale."
No matter they were second-class, he wasn't dumping party members who'd suffered alongside him into shady merchant hands.
The party toured temples and shops, selling loot from the climb, then linked up with Lee Guho, Yuki, and Li Zhangwei who'd arrived ahead. They headed to the inn district, booked rooms, and divvied them up.
"Everyone gets their own room. Here's your keys."
Now he gave private rooms to all, slaves and regulars alike—no distinctions. He declared a full week off right away.
"You've all busted your asses, so take a week to rest."
"Whoa!!"
"Yes!"
The party cheered. Seojun handed each slave a gold coin as pocket money—"Spend it however you want." Then he pulled the regular members aside to their rooms.
"Time to settle up for the climb to 30."
Profits were beyond generous—massive, even. Everyone nodded happily at their shares, wrapping up the payout. Once done, even the regulars scattered to enjoy the city. Gisohee took Isu-yeon, Dmitri, and Pinara out separately. Seojun finally had time alone for his errands. He headed to the info guild, requesting routes to the 40th floor.
"Want me to hook you up with an advisor? Or a compiled info book?"
Seojun opted for the book. A guild staffer soon brought it over.
"That's 10 gold."
Thick as hell, the kind you dreaded cracking open. Still, he paid and took it.
He left the guild and hit a nearby café, ordering a drink before diving into the intel tome.
"From 30 to 40, it's one big ocean."
From Harama at the 30th-floor entrance to the 39th, every level was a colossal sea.
"No end in sight? Massive sea monsters haunt unmapped outer waters—folks steer clear."
Big marine beasts everywhere meant no one had fully explored the edges; rumors swirled about the chartless deeps.
"Ships take about 25 days per floor on average."
The path was straightforward: from the starting city, head north by the stars, and at normal ship speed, you'd hit the canal to the next floor in roughly 25 days.
"Sea security's a joke."
Vast waters bred hordes of pirates—lawless zones crawling with non-human raiders too.
"Three main ways to cross the sea. First: hop on large guild-run ships."
Option one was boarding massive guild vessels carrying over 500 souls. Hitting 39 from 30 took about a year and three months, stopping at every major 30th-floor port. You could sign on as combat crew (free ride, but under the captain or bosun's orders) or buy a ticket—around 30 gold per head on average, varying by ship. Easiest, cheapest, no prep needed.
"Second: ally with other parties for a mid-size ship."
Two or three parties pooled for a mid-size vessel, hired a captain and crew, and sailed it themselves. Leaders agreed on shortcuts for a slightly faster 12 months to 39. Costly, though—ship purchase, crew wages, combat hires to fend off pirates.
"Last: party buys a small-to-mid ship and runs it solo."
Final option: snag a small-to-mid ship, hire crew, go it alone. Fast and nimble ones made 39 in 9 months, even 8 if lucky. Sky-high costs—ship, crew, often mana-powered tools. Perk: outrun most pirates, fewer fights.
Seojun returned to the inn and briefed the regulars. They chimed in with opinions.
"Normal parties take the big ships. But we're not hurting for cash, right?"
Gisohee's point drew nods.
"She's right. We're loaded. Running our own small-to-mid ship to speedrun sounds solid."
"Our party's got this—even solo on a ship."
"Leader probably wants to run our own ship, yeah?"
Jo Jaehun nailed it. Seojun did crave solo sailing and had called them to pitch it.
"Party funds cover it. If short, I'll front the rest. Buy a ship and let's go."
With Super Sense, he'd sniff out prime instance dungeons or opportunities en route. Risky, but this ocean stretch brimmed with fortunes.
"Sounds good."
"Yeah, I like that plan."
"Fuck yeah, that's romantic as hell. Let's do it!"
"Seojun! I'm all in with you!"
Consensus reached: buy a ship and sail up. Next, crew to sail it. Harama brimmed with pros, backed by a reputable sailor guild.
The guild loomed central—a huge building. Seojun stepped in.
"Wah-gl wah-gl wah-gl..."
Chaos. The massive first-floor lobby packed with folks, over a hundred tables like a booze hall, everyone drinking and yapping. Seojun scoped it, spotted a consultation desk, and headed over.
"Welcome. What can I do for you?"
The clerk's warmth eased him.
"Wanna sail solo to 39. Need crew."
She nodded.
"Solo ship means more than one or two hands. Want a full crew led by a captain?"
Crew unit—right there in the info book. Pros: captain, first mate, helmsman, bosun, gunners, etc. Adventurers hired whole units if not bulking their own party with sailors.
"Better than piecemeal hires. Costlier, but skills guaranteed."
Super Sense agreed; Seojun did too.
"Hook us up with crews for small-to-mid ships."
"Got it. One sec."
She rifled papers, then listed.
"Seven top-credit large crews in Harama for small-to-mid ops. Tons more low-credit—want those too?"
"High-credit first."
She handed sheets.
"Large crew info. Pick one, tell me for contact."
Seojun took them to a guild bar table. The barkeep approached.
"Drink? Our top-shelf rum's killer."
"Rum, then."
Ice, lime slices, chilled rum landed. Then a waitress—exotic beastkin beauty with cat ears—sidled up.
"Need service?"
Here, that meant under-table oral. Rare cat beastkin stirred memories of the waiting area's rough tongue.
"How much?"
"Just 20 bronze, master."
He paid; she slipped under, dropped his pants.
"Whoa..."
She gawked at the massive cock but dove in licking.
Mmm...
Savoring that unique feline rasp, Seojun sipped cool rum.
"Ahh..."
Bliss from above and below as he scanned crew sheets. Large units—300-400 strong. Super Sense said safe but meh. Fine, not thrilling. Seojun wanted more; safe wasn't his jam with his trait.
Barkeep noticed his frown.
"Another rum? I can intro a regular."
Super Sense pinged hard—barkeep meant a solid mid-tier crew.
"Rum's fire. Another top-shelf, best snack too."
"On it."
Barkeep grinned, poured premium rum, plated steak. Seojun blew his load; the catkin gulped it down, emerged.
"Thanks for using me."
Satisfied, he tipped another 20 bronze.
"Again."
"Thank you!"
She dove back in, warm and snug below. Food arrived.
"Order up."
Steak and rum hit the table. Seojun ate and drank, reveling in the blowjob's weird thrill.