Chapter 119
Chapter 119
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 119
Chapter Title: The Warrior Meets the Chimeras
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Before the sky of the 50th floor tore open.
Balak and his sworn brothers followed Bellesa into some kind of space.
" Bellesa, is this the training ground you mentioned? It's just ocean as far as the eye can see."
" This is a space where mana is restricted, so we have to take a boat to get in."
" Y-You're right. My magic is getting all twisted up..."
Magic getting twisted?
Looking at the youngest's hand, some bizarre energy just wouldn't gather properly.
They've got security this tight...
Guess the chimeras really are important soldiers for them to go to these lengths.
Anyway, they boarded a boat following the dream demon.
The boat we were on looked like it was made from devices used in the ocean section of my mini-dungeon content.
As we cut smoothly through the sea, the youngest's face turned from green to blue.
" Youngest, don't tell me you're seasick?"
" Urrgh..."
The poor guy's stomach was already churning from the hangover.
With seasickness piled on top, his whole body must feel shredded.
The dream demon and second brother tried talking to him out of worry.
" Th-This is a result of my own actions... so it's only right that I bear it."
Oho... the youngest has truly become a real man.
But can the body keep up with the mind?!
In the end, the youngest hurled a rainbow off the back of the boat.
Just as he was treating the fish in the sea to a feast.
A massive artificial structure came into view in the distance.
" Bellesa, don't tell me that's..."
" The chimera training ground."
" It just looks like a prison to me?"
" Haha... well... the chimeras undergo such intense training that we can't help it."
Hmm...
An island isolated in the ocean.
A military training facility.
Intense training for soldiers raised for a special purpose!
This is totally a boot ca—
" Bellesa, the chimeras don't die during training or anything, right?"
" What?! No, why would we let soldiers we poured massive resources into just die?"
Ah, dungeon merchants after all.
They won't repeat the painful history of Hell Joseon.
And the dream demon said she'd announced all the benefits chimeras get after training.
" Just like I heard before, you treat them with massive rewards and honors. And the better their training results, the bigger the rewards?"
" The chimeras are almost at the level of outside intelligent beings now, so we have to use straightforward rewards."
After that, the second brother patted the youngest's back.
While the dream demon and I chatted, we docked at the island.
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The moment we got off the boat, the youngest rolled onto the ground.
Thud!
" Kraaaagh!!"
" Orek, why not just ask Lady Bellesa for some healing?"
" Urk... I can't..."
" Youngest, stop making a fool of yourself and get healed."
" B-Big Brother!"
After going through this much hell, he'll definitely watch his drinking from now on.
Whoooosh—!
" Urgh... still dizzy."
" You're still looking rough, but at least your skin's back to green. That's a relief."
" I thought a new race was being born."
" Pfft, an orc with blue skin? That'd be a real rare breed."
We were all teasing the youngest when some figures approached us from afar.
But... qu-qu Quadlangs?
I racked my brain wondering what was going on, then remembered the Quadlang warrior we met yesterday was a member of the 'Majin' race.
So that means all Majin have four arms.
The Majin approached the dream demon right away... and saluted?!
Snap!
" Superior..."
" Not now."
" Yes, sir!"
Oh ho, so this dream demon really is high-ranking.
Anyway, guided by the uniformed Majin, we entered the prison-like building.
Not long after, we spotted figures in shabby training clothes circling the drill field in the distance.
They were humanoid with massive horns.
Pointy ears like a kampf.
Snake eyes.
Devil tails.
Ripped muscles!
Pale skin.
Towering height, as big as me.
Their limbs were covered in reptile scales.
And finally... b-big boobs?!
Huge fat deposits on their hips too, all beauties with long hair!
" B-Bellesa. Why are all the chimeras female-shaped?"
" Well..."
The dream demon averted her gaze for a moment.
No, chimeras are special-purpose combat soldiers, so why the hell do they need those massive fat sacks for special-purpose combat?!
My brothers seemed to be thinking the same, as question marks didn't vanish above our heads.
As we all subtly stared at the dream demon, she started spouting excuses.
" To increase the chimeras' obedience and reduce their aggression, we severely limited male hormones..."
" Ahh!! So bigger fat sacks actually reduce aggression!"
Yes! In all sorts of media, female characters with big fat sacks always turned out sweet and laid-back. There's a scientific reason!!!
This is the leisure of the haves—
" N-No, that's not it!!"
" It isn't?"
" Ugh..."
Suddenly, the dream demon had trouble speaking.
So the reason the chimeras were tall + beauties + huge fat sacks front and back!
" It's the project leader's taste?"
" ...Yes."
Oh, damn.
Suddenly it all made sense.
" Ah... if it's taste, what can you do."
" Yeah, tastes must be respected."
" Quite an honest taste, too."
" Huh?"
Seeing us brothers nod in understanding, the dream demon's mind must've been replaying the universe.
" Y-You guys are convinced just by that?!"
" Come on, Bellesa. Respecting others' tastes is the most basic part of PC ideology."
" What kind of bullshit is..."
" Ahhh! Exactly! Taste respect!! As expected of Balak—you understand me!"
Cutting off the dream demon, a male voice came from the side.
Turning that way, a mad scientist type with four eyes appeared.
Then, this mystery man and I locked eyes.
In that true gaze, we shook hands in mutual recognition.
" Nice to meet you. I'm Balak."
" Nice to meet you too! I'm the alchemist Hoben! And these folks?"
" These are my brothers, Ferguson and Orek."
" Pleased to meet you."
" Not as impressive as my brothers, but nice to meet you."
Just as Bellesa's grip on sanity flew to the heavens.
While she was left out, a male friendship began to bud.
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After Balak's group met Hoben, he personally guided them as the facility's head.
" To think they'd set up training facilities at this level..."
" Haha! It was possible thanks to major support from above."
This guy Hoben guiding us called himself an alchemist, but he was surprisingly boisterous.
He was also a scholar from the research society commanded by the branch chief, Karian's boss.
So he'd heard a ton about me—
" Could you maybe sign here, Mr. Balak?"
" You too, huh..."
" I'm a fan!"
Damn, that Karian guy.
What the hell has he been blabbing about?
Anyway, after I signed, now the alchemist turned to the second brother.
" If it's not too rude... could I draw some of your blood, Mr. Ferguson?"
" My blood?"
" I've never seen perfect humanity like yours combined with such a powerful werewolf. Plus that insane regeneration... So for research purposes..."
" Well... as long as you don't take too much."
" Ooooh! As expected of Balak's sworn brother! So cool!"
I worried he might drain a ton of the second brother's blood.
Luckily, he only took a small syringe full.
But why take it?
" No werewolves like the second brother on the dungeon merchant side?"
" Not quite. They're all consumed by curses, losing their humanity and becoming little more than beasts."
" W-Wait, my curse was that bad?!"
" Curses made by demons' pranks are bound to be vicious. That's why I've never seen a werewolf like you... It's like this curse is being devoured by your mind instead. Amazing."
Overcoming the curse himself!
As expected of the second brother.
Anyway, guided by this alchemist and the dream demon, we toured the training ground comfortably.
But the chimeras' reactions as we walked around felt eerily familiar.
Even the Quadlang instructors and drill sergeants had their discipline cranked up tight.
Where have I seen this before?
As I pondered.
On one side, chimeras were grinding through a hardcore training schedule.
" F-Ferguson bro, that's...?!"
" My god... to see that here..."
My brothers' faces suddenly turned pale.
And for good reason—
" Trainee 37!! What the hell is with that running form?! Your body that should be faster than the wind is slower than a snail!!! Are you running with sandbags tied to you or what!!!"
" N-No, sirrrr!!!"
They were training in the exact same way I used to recondition my brothers' minds.
Seeing that jogged my memory.
Isn't this like going from brigade commander to division commander in my past life's army?!
And I'm that division commander?!
This must be how shitstars view soldiers.
For a strong nation and army, soldiers roll like that...
Truly... beautiful.
Clap clap clap...
" Alchemist... I'm moved."
" For Mr. Balak to be satisfied... Hoben is overjoyed."
" But you give them proper rest, right?"
" Of course! Here's the training schedule."
Wow... super systematic.
Plus, these chimera super-soldiers probably have way more durability than I imagine.
And... the schedule lists all the benefits for completing training.
3-day work weeks.
Or 4-hour shift rotations in numerous teams.
Generous Abyss Coins per hour.
Plus free high-end housing.
Extra pay based on training scores.
Personal property recognized, turned into soldiers with all sorts of perks—better treatment than most races!
And grand funerals if they die on duty!
Kya~ Rewards that instill patriotism even in those who had none!
" Can't wait to see the chimeras in action from now on!"
" Haha! Me too. And... if Mr. Balak needs them, I'll send chimeras to your dungeon."
" For real?!"
" Of course! We're deep allies, after all."
Thus, Balak resolved to deepen ties with the dungeon merchants.
Ferguson and Orek covered their mouths at the chimeras' suffering.
Bellesa, quietly tagging along behind...
Beep...
Bzzzt!
Received the signal that the administrators had begun their invasion.