Hidden Abyss: The Path of Darkness and Defiance
The long voyage through the undersea dungeon brought occasional encounters with pirates and sea monsters, but the swift Prokho ignored them and pressed on without incident.
As a result, the combat personnel had plenty of downtime, aside from the minimal on-watch rotations. And it was obvious where they headed during their free time.
Namgung Seojun patrolled the ship and descended to the lowest deck, where the crowds gathered.
“.....”
A strange smell, humidity, and heat hung in the air on this bottom level. The reason was clear: the rooms for the male slaves and male sailors flanked the central chamber housing the sex slaves.
Peering through the window in the door to the sex slaves' room revealed naked men toying with the female slaves. Park Eunhye's body was a ragged mess, like a used rag. Branding marks and tattoos dotted her skin, and her crotch already sported over ten piercings. Covered head to toe in semen, she served as their sex toy. Well-groomed wooden rods were jammed into her pussy and asshole.
“Aaaagh! Ack!!!”
“Park, shove it deeper!”
After gangbanging her to their hearts' content, they now satisfied their crueler urges with wooden rod torture on her pussy and ass.
Plung! Plung! Plung!
“Urk... Gack... Ack...”
Roughly impaled by the massive rods, the unrelenting pain from both holes made her vomit a little and pass out.
Yet the men didn't stop.
“Keep shaking it.”
“Yeah, she'll break soon anyway.”
Even with Park Eunhye unconscious, they kept twisting the rods, wrecking her pussy and ass.
On a nearby bed lay Shin Miyun. Her condition looked better than Park Eunhye's, but sexual words were branded on her ass cheeks and both breasts. She serviced three men at once: face-down, with cocks pounding her pussy and ass while she sucked another.
Thud! Thud!
“Mmph... Mmph...”
Though handling three men now, the four-hour gangbang had left Shin Miyun with a dazed, soulless expression. Still, the men kept raping her.
“Snap out of it!”
Slap!
“Ahng!”
Shin Miyun couldn't afford to lose focus. Slack off even a little, and the men's hands freely struck her cheeks or body. If they grew displeased, she'd face sex torture like Park Eunhye. So she concentrated, enduring the gangbang.
Seojun pitied them but remembered this was the choice they'd accepted for early freedom as sex slaves—and the men needed women to vent their lust and stress. This was the Tower world's harsh truth.
As Seojun returned to the deck, a cool breeze brushed his cheek.
That instant!
Hm?
His Super Sense flared strongly—from below the sea.
He rushed to the captain's cabin.
“Captain Kang Inho, could you stop the ship for a moment?”
At his request, the captain halted the vessel. Seojun stood on the deck, probing the sensation with his Super Sense.
A hidden dungeon down here. And the rewards are substantial??
Pondering how to descend, Kang Inho emerged from the cabin and asked beside him.
“Something troubling you?”
“Could we check underwater?”
The captain chuckled. “There's a way, but it might not be worth it...”
His Super Sense urged him strongly toward that method.
“What is it?”
The captain called a crewman—a merman with scales on his body.
“Krop! The party leader wants to go underwater.”
“Yes. I'll prepare the diving orb.”
The diving orb was a transparent spherical magic artifact. It allowed breathing underwater, but space was limited, and it needed a guide like Krop, a merman who could swim freely, to navigate.
Seojun eyed the size Krop brought.
This fits me plus two more.
Considering his party's builds, he chose.
“Pinara! Isu-yeon!”
His two women approached at once.
“You'll dive with me in the orb. Prep for a simple expedition.”
They quickly packed expedition gear. Seojun then tasked Gisohee.
“Gisohee, I'll be diving briefly. As second-in-command, stay aboard and watch the party.”
“Yes.”
Gisohee had questions but trusted Seojun enough not to pry. Pharos grinned at how the party followed his sudden orders without complaint.
Seojun and the women entered the orb.
“Ack! Don't push!”
“Get further in!!”
“I'm in as far as I can go.”
The three crammed in awkwardly. Seojun, last in, ended up embraced tightly by Pinara; Isu-yeon regretted entering first.
“Locking the orb now.”
Krop sealed it and pushed it overboard.
Splash!
As the orb hit the water, Krop saluted the captain.
“I'll be back!”
Then dove in.
The underwater world inside the orb was a fantastical blue paradise: fish schools swimming, low-level sea monsters lurking. Seojun and the women stared entranced as Krop gripped the orb's handle and swam.
Seojun pointed directions from inside.
Deeper, right.
Krop followed, descending into the depths. The Super Sense destination felt distinct—no life signs nearby. Not just fish or monsters; even seaweed and coral vanished.
At the final spot loomed a massive stele etched with indecipherable script.
Even Krop, the merman, gaped. Decades roaming the seas, he'd seen much—but never a stele this deep.
Seojun gestured for Krop to touch it.
“Me? Touch the stele?”
He nodded. Krop hesitated, recalled Seojun was an inviter, and touched it.
The party dissolved into light, sucked into the stele.
Clang! Clang! Clang...
“Ugh!”
“Ah!”
Inside, the orb crashed and rolled like a ball. Krop opened it; the three spilled out.
“Whew... tight fit.”
“At least Master fanned us with cool wind from his skill.”
While the women chatted, Seojun surveyed.
“A transparent cube space.”
Krop and the group had entered a rectangular chamber of clear material.
The women recovered and looked around.
“This place is unique.”
“More than that—an instant dungeon here?”
“How'd the leader even know?”
Seojun touched the glassy wall.
“Looks like glass, but it's not.”
“Divine power? Or demonic?”
Amazed by the dungeon, Seojun planned formations.
“Krop, you take rear. Basic combat skills? Can you defend yourself?”
Krop smugly tapped his waist sword.
“I'm a man of the sea. I can handle myself. No worries.”
Krop would follow behind. Seojun assigned the rest.
“Cube dungeon. Entrance fits one; next rooms likely cubes too.”
“Single file entry: me first, Pinara second, Isu-yeon last.”
“No protects needed—balance offense and defense. Isu-yeon, ranged from back.”
“Yes!”
The party affirmed loudly. Seojun drew his black iron sword and approached the door.
He opened the first door into an empty cube room—same shape, but walls bore writing, and four doors now.
“Seojun?”
“Hold on.”
‘Do you like mornings? Lunches? Dinners? Or perhaps pitch-black darkness?’
‘Morning: Door 1. Lunch: Door 2. Dinner: Door 3. Darkness: Door 4.’
Seojun checked his Super Sense on choices while the others chatted.
“Morning seems safe?”
“Or pick our favorite time?”
“Not darkness, right?”
“Hope not.”
The two women and Krop debated, no conclusion. Seojun decided.
“We take darkness.”
The women replied instantly: “Yes.”
Krop thought, Why no questions? but followed to Door 4.
Next room: another transparent cube, wall text.
‘Are you a follower of the Main God? If yes, Door 1. If no, Door 2.’
Super Sense again; others discussed.
“Leader's Main God apostle candidate—Door 1.”
“Probably. But Master might...”
“Seojun might pick different. He always has reasons.”
Krop noted their blind trust.
This faith in the leader's too absolute.
In the Tower world, nothing was certain. Parties often debated leaders for survival, even voting. But here? Unwavering obedience.
Seojun concluded.
“Door 2.”
The women: “Yes.”
Krop found it odd but followed.
Next room similar: new question, two doors.
‘Do you find this world, created by the Main God, unfair and improper? Yes: Door 1. No: Door 2.’
Blasphemous query denying the Tower world.
Super Sense check; others talked.
“Whoa, blunt. Door 2 for sure—can't deny the Main God's world.”
“But leader... who knows.”
Pinara's words drew Isu-yeon's agreement. Krop couldn't hold back.
“No! Door 2 obviously! Door 1's insane—denying this world? Only demon worshippers! Self-sabotage!”
First: darkness. Second: non-believer. Third: world unfair. All heretical.
Krop was right. But Seojun chose.
“Door 1.”
Krop protested directly.
“Party leader, wrong choice. Rethink.”
Seojun stayed silent; the women spoke.
“I don't get it, but I trust Seojun.”
“Master's always right. Just believe.”
Krop, stunned by their fanaticism, had no retort. As Seojun and the women entered Door 1, he followed.