Chapter 120
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 120
Chapter Title: 31. Ego Axe Bunny (4)
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I stared at the woman who had suddenly appeared.
Black hair cascading down to her feet, bangs covering her eyes. Smooth, flesh-toned skin.
And a vulgar body that seemed to bring the word "thicc" to life in the flesh.
A bunny girl leotard that sharply accentuated her curves, with a cute little pooch of belly fat peeking out below.
Her breasts, unable to resist gravity and spilling to either side, were as stunningly beautiful as Diana's—not to mention just as massive.
The pure white stockings clinging to her plump thighs looked like they were begging to be ripped right off, while her low-heeled shoes added a touch of subtle allure.
Even squatting down, her head came up to my waist. She had to be at least 180 cm tall.
The most striking detail was the iron chains binding her entire body—from her arms and neck to everywhere else. With her thighs spread wide in that squat, her thick labial folds and firm ass cheeks were on full display.
Gloomy thicc perverted bitch bunny girl.
A female whose every inch screamed "sex" like this was the first I'd seen since Diana and Edelbert.
"...What are you doing, just standing there staring?"
As I silently admired her lewd form in awe, the woman growled and glared at me.
"What do you think the reason is that I dragged you all the way into my inner world? Hurry up and obey my command!"
This blank white space like a white canvas seemed to be the woman's "inner world."
Clank!
The moment the woman yelled and tried to move, the chains immediately restrained her.
"That damn blacksmith... How dare she put these filthy shackles on me?!"
Clank! Clank!
Unable to contain her rage, she thrashed harder, and the chains rattled in response.
Her massive tits and squatting ass swayed side to side with the motion.
Clank—clink.
The chains held firm, controlling her every move. In the end, her strength gave out first.
"Urgh..."
Overcome with fury, she slumped limply—neither sitting nor lying down.
Her mouth and manners were rougher than I'd expected.
"...You. How long are you gonna keep just staring?"
"Hold on. I'm piecing together the situation, so shut up for a sec."
I leisurely took in her vulgar writhing before calmly closing my eyes and sinking into thought.
Setting everything else aside, three questions immediately sprang to mind.
First: Who the hell was this woman?
Second: Why was she dressed like a bunny girl?
Third: What the fuck were those chains binding her?
I had some time to think it over.
For one, she was trussed up tight in those chains, while I had no restraints—my arms and legs were free.
I calmly directed my questions at her.
"First off. Who the hell are you?"
"...Hmph. Got no reason to tell you that. You just need to obey me."
The more I looked, the less her attitude matched her appearance. What an arrogant bitch. Sky-high pride, huh?
Still, I had a rough idea of her identity.
The change hit the moment I gripped the massive axe Zirnier had forged.
And that axe had a [Gluttony] soul stone as its core material.
'The cause of all this is probably that soul stone.'
Up until now, the Gluttony soul stone had reacted like it was alive.
According to Zirnier, when high-level labyrinth entities died, they left behind a "sense of self" in extremely rare cases—and that was sealed inside the Gluttony soul stone.
In other words, the woman before me was the remnant of the Gluttony entity I'd slain on the 5th floor.
If the residue of Gluttony had possessed the axe made with its soul stone as the main ingredient... yeah, that fit.
'Just like an ego sword.'
In this case, an ego axe.
"So, what's with that perverted outfit?"
"Wha—nonsense!"
Gluttony reacted a bit to the second question.
"This is special battle attire for the proud elite! It's armament I've shared my life with! Absolutely not some pervert getup!"
Sure, it was clothing suited for battle. Who wouldn't get distracted by an outfit like that?
Defense aside, it was the perfect way to lure the enemy into dropping their guard.
But despite her bold claims, her cheeks flushed a little—proof she knew damn well how slutty she looked.
"Finally, what's with those chains?"
"..."
Only at the third question did her eyes change.
She had a lot to say about that one.
"Your spit."
"What?"
"It's a binding forged from your spit!"
Sure enough, when Zirnier said she'd make me a weapon, she'd taken a beaker full of my saliva.
[Blessing of Glory]
– The primordial light descends upon you.
– It exerts absolute influence over darkness.
Thanks to the [Blessing of Glory], a bit of holy power dwelled in my bodily fluids, allowing me to control the weapon through them.
'Spit into chains? How the hell did she do that magically?'
Clank!
Her eyes bulging, she thrust her face toward me and glared.
The bunny ears on her head band bounced.
"I was submerged in your spit for a whole week. Day after day of pure despair. Every hole in my body was filled to the brim with your saliva. I'll never forgive you or that blacksmith bitch."
Her eyes, peeking through her bangs, had a chilling glint.
Her tits jiggled with every word and breath.
"Especially you, who trapped me in this shitty weapon!! Someday I'll break out of here, chew up every precious connection you have, and devour them. Right in front of your eyes, I'll wipe out your entire clan, roast them alive, rip them apart, and make you regret touching me for the rest of your life!"
She was harboring some serious grudge.
From Gluttony's perspective, this pathetic state was all because of that 5th-floor battle.
"That's a bit much."
But that was none of my damn business.
Gluttony had bared its fangs first, after all.
"Shouldn't you expect to get hit back just as hard if you're the one who attacks first?"
I still hadn't forgotten how Gluttony had wiped my party.
"...!"
Clank!
As I glared right back and took a step forward, her expression flickered.
Fear briefly crossed that venomous, overconfident face.
After hesitating for a moment, Gluttony cautiously spoke up again.
"...S-So, here's my proposal. If you personally release these chains, I'll make a 'contract' that none of what I just said will happen."
"Contract?"
"Yeah. For a demon, a contract is a lifelong vow. Can't break it or refuse it. I will personally offer you one."
So she was bluffing about shit that hadn't even happened yet?
"Pass."
"...Huh?"
Her eyes went wide.
She seemed genuinely shocked.
"I-I'm personally offering you a 'contract.' Y-You're turning it down?"
"Yep."
"...Think it over more carefully. Opportunities like this don't come around often. Can't you get it, you lowly worm? This isn't some random trash—I am giving you this chance."
She spoke with bravado, but I had zero reason to make that shady deal.
Reasons to refuse? Plenty.
Exhibit A:
"You. Got your ass completely handed to you by me."
"...Huh?"
"A few good axe swings and you croaked, spat out your soul stone, and barely clung to unlife. So why act like you're above me?"
Grind.
A grinding of teeth echoed from her mouth, followed by an explosive roar.
"How dare you! The worm who got lucky knocking me down right after I broke free from a long seal, when I was at my weakest!!! How dare you spout such nonsense?! Know your place! At my peak, I'd burst trash like you with a finger flick!"
Clank! Clank!!!
Gluttony thrashed wildly, unleashing a ferocious aura like I'd properly scratched her with mere trash talk.
The noisy clanking and crude curses flew at me, but...
To my eyes, she just looked like a bunny girl shaking her ass and bouncing her tits.
Clatter!
After a solid tantrum, she finally went limp again, unable to break free.
Her glare was even fiercer now.
"I'll kill you. I will kill you. Your life, family, mother, father, daughter, son, sister, brother, lover—all of it, I'll cook them alive and shove them down your throat myself. Brace your—hiiik."
As she kept crossing the line, I stepped closer, and she flinched hard.
"...D-Don't come any closer!!"
Clink! Clank!
She twisted desperately to retreat, but the chains wouldn't allow it.
I stood before her, wrapping my hand in the blinding light of [Blessing of Glory].
"Don't shove that disgusting light at me! G-Get it away right now!"
I didn't know the exact reason yet, but monsters cloaked in "demonic energy" like Gluttony were all critically weak to this blessing.
'Even as a soul stone, a little blessing light had it leaking and shrieking. What if I shove it into her materialized body?'
It'd probably shut that foul mouth, at least.
To attune to a weapon, you first had to bond with it.
Especially for an ego weapon—not some normal gear.
First things first: give it a name.
"You're wearing a bunny girl outfit, so from now on, you're Bunny."
"...What? Urgh! How dare you name me?! You overstepping bastard! I already have a great and lofty true na—"
Smack!
"...La...ter...?"
I slapped her right cheek with my dick wrapped in the Blessing of Glory, and she let out a dazed groan.
"Bunny."
"...Uh... e-eh...?"
"Yeah. From now on, you answer everything with 'yes.'"
"Wh-What nonsense—"
Smack!
"...???"
After a dick slap to the left cheek too, Bunny stared up at me with a blank face.
"There we go. Now our eyes are level."
"...???"
I slowly stroked the head of Bunny, too flustered to even respond properly.
No changing weapons now.
I'd lucked into the ultimate endgame gear that could last till I tamed it. No way I'd swap it out.
But this one-and-only ultimate weapon couldn't keep acting so unruly.
"If you're a weapon, act like one and obey your master properly, got it?"
Every forced pet made her bunny ears bob like she was nodding.
Time to drill in who was on top.