The Rebel's Last Stand
"Hoo, hoo." I sprinted through the dungeon faster than ever before. I could have moved even quicker if it weren't for the ridiculous chastity device Forneus had slapped on me to humiliate me, but unfortunately, it was impossible to remove.
"Argh, a human-fucker!"
"Unclean! Filthy!"
"Oink-oink!"
That last shriek wasn't mine. It was the sound of a pig being slaughtered, coming from the monster whose head I’d just smashed in. "You bastards! You're the ones who fuck slimes!" I protected Eila from harm while beating to death the very creatures that had once guarded the dungeon alongside me. Since I was already in the middle of a rebellion against Forneus and fleeing for my life, they were no longer my allies.
"Brother! The entrance!"
Before we knew it, we had reached the threshold. The gargoyles guarding the gate took one look at me and Tural and scurried away in terror. We took a moment to catch our breath.
"Hoo, it reminds me of the time we did that 'running' exercise together, brother!" Tural laughed heartily, pushing his hair back. Even though he had raised his hand against the strongest being in the dungeon, he remained completely composed.
"You're screwed now."
"You're just as screwed as I am, brother! Hahaha!" Tural thumped his chest and set down his hammer. Among the enemies he had turned into a bloody pulp were comrades who had once fought by his side.
"Are you okay with this? I'm a human-fucker, after all."
"...Well, that's a bit much, I suppose."
To think even Tural found my tastes off-putting. What on earth were the orcs of this world doing that they hadn't started fucking humans yet, to the point where it was considered such a taboo? "Even if I can't easily understand your sexual preferences, brother, I respect them."
"I appreciate you saying that, at least."
Tural picked up his hammer again and turned his back to me. On the other side of the entrance hall, the dungeon's elite troops, led by Forneus herself, were charging toward us.
"Brother."
"Yeah?"
"Make sure you survive."
"......You survive, too."
I held out my fist to Tural. He looked stunned for a moment, then bumped his fist against mine.
"Next time, let's have this conversation without that human attached to you."
"When I build my own dungeon, you're my number one guardian."
"Hahaha! Your own dungeon, eh? That sounds fun!" Tural burst into a boisterous laugh, gripping his hammer and flail tightly.
"Brother! I'll buy you some time! Live!"
"You got it!"
I turned away from Tural and bolted out of the dungeon. Without even looking back, Tural kept his eyes fixed on the fire-breathing Forneus charging toward him. And then, I saw a spear rising behind his mountain-like back. I couldn't see it in detail, but I saw a single line of text.
Tural Stormblast
A guy born as a 5-star had cast aside all his honor for me and turned everyone in the dungeon into his enemy. 'You must survive.' If I ever survive and cross paths with Tural again, I will repay today's debt a thousand, ten thousand times over.
"Hoo, hoo!"
My eyes stung. My vision was blurry, but it definitely wasn't tears. It was sweat. If it weren't sweat, how could it sting so much?
Eila: Unconscious (36th hour).
How much time had passed as I fled and ran? I climbed mountains and crossed forests with everything I had. Fortunately, while Forneus's territory was vast, it was surrounded by nothing but treacherous terrain, so there were no human or demi-human settlements nearby.
"This thing is truly useless, urgh."
I collapsed to the ground. Because of the chastity device Forneus had locked me in, I had to ejaculate while running. For some reason, my erection wouldn't subside, so I couldn't take it off.
"Damn it... I should've jerked off more..."
Tural was always sticking by my side, and I was afraid that if I jerked off, I'd lose muscle mass and gain fat. I had poured the fruits of three years of pent-up desire into Eila, and my member, which showed no signs of softening, only shriveled up after my 25th ejaculation.
"Haa, haa."
I had literally emptied my balls until they were bone-dry. While it was nice that my stamina had improved thanks to three years of hellish training, I never wanted to experience it like this again.
Click.
"Now I can take it off."
I grabbed Eila by the waist and lifted her carefully. Forneus had taken ridiculous measures to ensure I kept fucking humans, but she hadn't bothered with any complex locking mechanisms, probably thinking she'd kill me soon anyway. As long as my erection subsided, I could pull Eila out and remove the device. The problem was that my erection wouldn't go away.
"Huuuh."
For starters, I didn't even know where I was. Was Tural alive? Well, since he was a man Forneus favored, even if he died, he'd die in her bed.
"This one still hasn't come to. Hey, wake up."
Eila was still unconscious. Her swollen vulva was stretched into the shape of my member, and the semen I had just ejaculated was still leaking out.
"...Wait, what happened to the semen from before?"
Did it spill out while I was running? Even so, the amount on the chastity device was too small. I pulled my legs out of Forneus's device and threw it into the rushing river. I had to be careful, as she might use it to track my location.
"Well then..."
Abandoning Eila and running away wasn't a bad idea. During my escape, she had been nothing but dead weight. But my conscience pricked at the thought of leaving behind the woman who had taken my virginity—the woman who had been captured because of me, fainted, and been forced to take my load 25 times.
'And I should use her again if I get the urge later.'
"So, I'll be counting on you then."
I hoisted her onto my shoulder just like I had when I took her from the prison and patted her butt. Eila still hadn't regained consciousness. Does she not wake up?
"First, I need to mask our scent and find a cave..."
Pitter-patter. Drip.
Rain was starting to fall. I waded into the river, dunked Eila to wash her off, and then ducked into a small nearby cave to escape the downpour. There were no signs of anyone else having been there.
Slime Cave discovered!
# Dungeon Seizure Condition - Eliminate all slimes within the dungeon
Huh.
Numbers don't lie. That was true even for Tural, who had become incredibly strong thanks to Pahuu.
Boom!
However, Tural had surpassed the level of an ordinary warrior. Every time he swung his flail, the demons lost a limb, and every time he swung his hammer, the skeleton soldiers' bones were pulverized.
"Break through, you idiots! How are you losing to a single orc?!" Forneus screamed, ordering the charge. The spot Tural occupied was the dungeon's 'main gate' and its only entrance; as long as he held it, it was a space no one could pass through.
"Even if you die, I can just resurrect you! Go fight! And die!" Forneus kicked the tribal chief's ass. The chief knew Tural's strength better than anyone, but caught in Forneus's skirt-tails, he raised his greatsword against Tural.
"I'm sorry, young orc."
"I am no longer a young orc, Chief."
"...That's right. Today is your coming-of-age ceremony."
The two orcs raised their weapons at each other. The flail Tural held in his left hand was the weapon Pahuu had used to boast of his martial prowess while crushing humans, but Tural wielded it as freely as if it were a weapon he had used for years.
Clang, Claaang!!
Tural swung his flail and hammer in a cross pattern, striking the chief's greatsword. The chief held his blade edge-on and swung horizontally to defend and attack simultaneously, but he was being pushed into a defensive position by Tural.
"This is impossible! At this level, he's an elite that should only appear in a 10th-rank dungeon! What the hell are you?"
"Tural."
A surname wasn't necessary. To Tural, the most important thing was his 'name'.
"Forneus, do you have any idea how much my brother suffered for three years because of your games?"
"Who cares! He was born in my dungeon, so I can do whatever I want with him!"
"You're wrong—!"
Tural's roar filled the hall. Forneus stepped back instinctively, biting her lip and channeling her magic.
"Just an orc—"
Whoosh—!
Something grazed Forneus's cheek. It was only because she had instinctively tilted her head that she survived; otherwise, her face would have been turned to mush by the heavy hammer.
"Y-you...!"
"My brother once said something." Tural rested Pahuu's flail on his shoulder and took a stance. "A successful rebellion is called a revolution."
"Y-you bastard!"
Tural stomped his feet and shouted. "From today, I am Tural Forneus! I'm taking this dungeon from you!"
Tural, who had been blocking the entrance, leaped high toward the ceiling of the hall. Forneus hurriedly issued orders to use her subordinates as shields, but that wasn't Tural's goal.
Kugugung!
Tural slammed down into the center of the hall. The flail striking the ground caused an earthquake, and the path leading deeper into the dungeon collapsed.
"You crazy bastard!"
"Now you can't run—"
Thwack.
An arrow pierced Tural's back. There hadn't been a single demon behind him, yet he had been struck. Puh-puh-puh-thwack! A rain of arrows descended on Tural's back. He turned around, now looking like a hedgehog, and saw archers lined up with their bows drawn.
"You wicked demons who stole my daughter! Kneel before the Holy Sword!"
A barrage of brilliant holy power filled the hall. The Demon King Solomon's 30th dungeon had been conquered by the Marquis of Aries. And as for the fate of those who had been in the 30th dungeon, no one ever knew.