Chapter 33
Chapter 33
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: I Want to Go to the 2nd Floor (5)
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"Ah... aaah..."
Densi blankly slumped to the floor.
After the intense yellow light that seemed poised to devour the world faded away, everything before her eyes had vanished.
The explorers from the 5th floor who had suddenly appeared and started trouble.
"M-Master..."
Her master, who had sacrificed himself to protect their party from them.
All of them... gone.
It wasn't simply that they couldn't escape and got swallowed by the teleport trap.
Densi recalled their final moment.
– Farewell.
His faintly smiling figure as he was engulfed by the brilliant yellow light.
He had shoved them beyond the trap's range. The ones who should have been swallowed by the teleport trap were her and Jermi, not him.
He had sacrificed himself to shield his party from both the 5th-floor explorers and the teleport trap.
But he hadn't protected the most important person—himself.
"Ugh... uuh..."
Her head spun. Her chest felt unbearably tight. Breathing properly was a struggle.
Most slaves regain their freedom upon losing their master.
If Densi had truly been a slave against her will, she should have been jumping for joy right now.
But Densi couldn't. She had chosen enslavement voluntarily from the start.
Her body felt limp, strength refusing to return. She stared blankly at the empty landscape where he had vanished.
'Is this... really reality?'
Maybe she was dreaming. Perhaps she was trapped in a nightmare on the plush inn bed he had kindly provided.
But the lingering warmth on her back, the missing dagger at her waist, and the sobs from the other party member beside her all confirmed this was harsh reality.
At that moment, a faint light emanated from Densi's waist.
More precisely, from the map tucked there—the map artifact Nam Sujin had passed to her.
Densi unfurled it in a daze. The brilliantly glowing map had stopped shining, its contents now gradually shifting.
In the corner, previously showing only the 2nd floor's layout, a new landscape began to take shape.
Like a minimap, the separated terrain was utterly unlike the 2nd floor.
"...No way. The 5th floor...?"
Densi realized it instantly. One of the three clustered markers had landed squarely on that unfamiliar minimap.
'Master's position. Master's there.'
She knew it instinctively. The map was reflecting his location as a marker.
"...Is that for real?"
Densi shared the info with Jermi. His reaction was explosive.
"W-We gotta go save him, quick! The 5th floor of all places! Even Big Brother couldn't handle that—it's way too dangerous. We have to head to the 5th floor and rescue him!"
Jermi was in full panic mode too.
After Anya's death had shattered his will to live, it was this man who had reignited his purpose and set him straight. He couldn't collect himself from the shock of that sacrifice.
So he didn't realize how absurd his words were.
Heading to the 5th floor? With their current lineup? Any other explorer would call it suicide by another name.
They lacked supplies like food, let alone the strength to reach the 5th floor.
Why had the Balkan party reached the 2nd floor at a pace rivaling 5th-floor explorers?
Thanks to Densi dismantling every trap? No. Jermi's wild swings? Even less so.
It was because a warrior had charged ahead with axe in hand, butchering beasts in seconds and blazing the trail.
With him—the one handling over 70% of their combat—gone, Densi and Jermi would now risk their lives just to clear the 2nd floor.
Heading to the 5th in that state? They'd be lucky not to die the moment they entered the 3rd.
"......"
"......"
No answers. Even requesting a rescue team outside offered slim chances of approval.
The Explorer's Union wouldn't invest heavily in mere junior explorers.
Telling a staffer would just earn a shrug: "Probably dead, find someone else."
A true dead end. They lacked the power to go themselves, and no rescue would come.
Densi and Jermi deeply felt their own powerlessness. They couldn't help him at all right now.
Why had he sacrificed himself? To protect the party—protect them.
Densi and Jermi bowed their heads, trembling. Loss and helplessness washed over them.
They—she—they could do nothing.
"W-What?! Who's there?!"
"D-Densi...?"
Densi whipped around. All she saw was Jermi's swollen eyes. No sign of anyone else, not even a shadow.
Yet the woman's voice persisted in her mind.
A voice laced with irresistibly enticing conditions.
Power? She wanted it. It was what Densi craved most now.
If only she were stronger, none of this would have happened.
The moment danger neared him, she would have torn them all apart.
"I want it. I want power."
Densi cried out to the empty air, trembling.
"Power to save Master—no, stronger! Power so strong I'll never lose him again!"
Her answer was met with silence in her mind.
Then the voice resounded once more.
My limbs felt like they were shattering. My whole body tingled unbearably.
At the same time, every sensation across my skin was hypersensitive.
Blood rushed intensely to my lower half, and the faint textures brushing my skin felt weirdly erotic.
As I gasped raggedly and opened my eyes amid these alien sensations, the first thing I saw was...
"Kerrrruk!"
A goblin.
"Fuck!"
I smashed my fist into the goblin's face and leaped back, taking stock.
Similar cries, similar green skin—but utterly unlike the goblins from the 1st or 2nd floors.
'Hobgoblin?'
Tall as an adult woman. Despite the bulkier build, its speed was far greater.
Sagging, withered breasts like an old hag's, matched by its wrinkled goblin face.
If you gathered all the world's evils into one form... that was it. Utterly grotesque.
"...?"
But something was off. Very, very off.
That horrific sight should have turned my stomach, yet it strangely aroused me.
Elegantly put: blood rushing south. Crudely: I was rock hard.
'Fuck. Do I have a kink for this shit? No way. Impossible.'
I'd blacked out, so details were fuzzy, but something had definitely messed with me.
Drool trickled from my slack jaw. Wiping it quick, I saw it was pale pink. What the hell? Did I drink something?
Shoving aside questions, I scanned the situation fast.
Helm? Gone. Axe? Gone. Chestplate? Gone. Food and Diana's jerky from the backpack? Gone.
While unconscious after dropping to the 5th floor, they'd stripped all my gear. I was down to just my underwear.
Near where I'd lain, only a half-full vial of pink liquid.
Darker than my saliva. Probably drank that—explains the erection.
"Kerruk."
The hobgoblin growled low. Couldn't read monster expressions, but it seemed to smirk.
"Keruk."
Suddenly, it lay back and spread its legs wide. Fuck. Shouldn't have looked. Mood soured instantly.
But a chance. I charged to sever its neck.
Yet another weird thing.
My body ignored me, approaching the hobgoblin on its own and starting to pet its head.
'What the fuck is this?!'
I couldn't help cursing. What bullshit was this? What had they done to me?
"Keruk. Kekekruk."
As it cried again, my hand moved involuntarily, stripping off its grass-woven skirt.
No. This no. Fuck no. Stop. Just stop!
Biting my tongue hard in deep disgust and panic, my body froze for a moment.
Then agony exploded in my head—like my brain was being pulped with a meat tenderizer.
"Grrraaah—!"
"Keruk. Keruk."
Every time the hobgoblin spoke, unimaginable pain hit. Like it was saying, shut up and obey.
I gritted through it. I'd barely cried in my life, but tears welled up.
Endurance paid off—my body obeyed me again.
Control shifted back from the hobgoblin to me.
I stopped undressing it, stood, and stomped the neck of the sprawled hobgoblin.
"Keeeaak—!"
A 2m tall, 96kg muscle machine with 55 muscle mass and 15 strength stat stomped full force—yet the hobgoblin endured two full minutes, clawing and thrashing wildly.
Crunch—
Finally snapped its neck. I collapsed to the floor.
Didn't even notice my legs torn open, red blood streaming from deep gashes.
'Worst. Ever.'
The humiliation was beyond imagination. Obeying a goblin's command?
"What the fuck even is this shit."
I glared at the pink vial.
Labyrinth aphrodisiac or some crap? No clue. Utterly degrading.
'This is the 5th floor, right...'
The teleport trap dumped randomly like a portal.
Still, nearly getting done in by a hobgoblin right on waking? Better off with Derucio.
'Kakchi and Jermi... safe, right?'
They better be. Why'd I sacrifice otherwise? Hoped my safe assets—guaranteed growth stocks—were thriving.
No time for stray thoughts. Focus on survival now.
I left the hobgoblin corpse and scouted nearby.
Zirnier's Great Helm would expand awareness further, but no sign of it now.
'Structure's like an ant nest.'
I was in a small cave.
Peeking out where faint light filtered in, dozens more caves dotted the surroundings.
Some wide, some narrow—at least thirty.
Rumbling voices below. Meant a lower level.
Leaning further, I mapped it: massive 3-story ant nest scale. I was in a 3rd-floor cave overlooking below.
Enormous. Like four goblin dens mashed together.
Dozens of hobgoblins milled in the 1st-floor plaza-like area below.
"Help! Somebody help me!!! Please! Anyone!!"
"Keruk! Kerelruk!"
Men trussed like roast pigs on long poles, arms and legs bound.
"Heeeek! Pussy please! More! Gimme more pussy! Beat my dick with pussy!"
At least five men gangbanged by dozens of hobgoblins.
"Keruk. Kekekruk."
"N-No, not that! I hate that! Don't do it!"
"Kereleruk."
One hobgoblin held a pink vial to a man's mouth.
The rape victim snapped lucid, resisting—but as a bit entered...
"Hic."
A short scream, eyes rolled back, body limp. Then thrashing like a live octopus.
The hobgoblin atop his waist shook harder in sync.
The man drooled pink saliva blankly, unresponsive like an idiot.
A staff-wielding hobgoblin appeared amid the mating horde.
Shaman with a necklace of skulls and dicks.
Mating hobgoblins bowed to the shaman.
Kerororokekereleruk
The hobgoblin shaman muttered; pink light shot from the staff to the idiot man.
Pink tattoos etched onto his body.
The tattooed man forgot even faint resistance, approaching hobgoblins to offer himself willingly.
'Fuck...'
Horrific scene.
Difficulty spiked too hard. Escape from here? Bullshit.
Ridiculous, but what could I do? Accept and move on.
No time for complaints. Better spend it planning escape.
First: recover gear. Especially backpack and Zirnier's Great Helm.
Backpack had vital food. No rations climbing 5th to 1st? Starve to death.
Zirnier's Great Helm went without saying.
Irreplaceable, and its awareness shone in complex terrain like this.
"Kerukkeruk?!"
"Kerorok."
No helm, but awareness worked. Heard cries nearby, pulled back.
Passed by? Sounds faded. I peeked again, spotting the hobgoblins' backs.
Dragging backpack, clothes, long weapons...
'...Not mine, unfortunately.'
But tailing smartly might lead to their storage cave.
I moved cautiously.
I will survive the Labyrinth's 5th floor and get out.