Treating My Disciple Like a Manservant
Mammon's deputy had three major traits.
First, the Midas Touch that even the grunts possessed. Getting hit by that bastard's gauntlets meant instant death.
Second, Gigantification. It periodically swelled its body to boost its strength and durability.
"It's starting again. Everyone, be careful!"
"Fuck, seriously...?"
And the most dangerous trait and pattern: Jewel Shower.
The thing slammed its massive body down onto the floor with all its might. Kwaaa—! The entire floor shook with a deafening roar as the ground cracked open.
Emerald Rain is falling.
Gemstones glittering green fell from the sky.
Each gem inflicted various debuffs on contact. Emeralds, in particular, caused vertigo.
Thanks to the Necromancer King's Helmet, I could nullify the attack itself outright. But the rest of the party had to dodge them all.
"Fuck... another bullshit pattern!"
"Dwarf King's breastplate, activate!"
No choice—I had to burn one of my traits here.
It was one I'd acquired a while back: the ability to temporarily use Black Dwarf items.
"Isn't it a bit early to use that here?"
"No helping it. If we don't use it now, we won't even clear phase 1."
"Then no choice... "
The problem was that it was specifically the vertigo-inducing emeralds, not some other gems.
We were on our fifth try at floor 64. This monstrous bastard had insane difficulty.
At least we'd learned all its patterns thanks to that.
Master cleared this in one try, from what I heard.
Pattern skip. Nothing fancy—just dumping everything you had to kill it before the patterns even triggered.
Of course, Master's party back then was the fastest clear team, loaded with cash and epic items galore.
We weren't. But we could use cooldown-heavy item traits.
Mana Concentration Barrage: 30 rounds loaded!
Commencing fire on target.
Shuuuuwung—! The ornament on the back of the breastplate opened and closed, launching 30 missiles that slammed into Mammon's deputy.
Normal weapons wouldn't leave a speck of dust on this monster. But this was a weapon forged by the Black Dwarf King himself.
Each shot dealt lethal damage, searing deep burns into Mammon's deputy's body.
Mammon's deputy is enraged.
The signal for phase 2. Its skin split open, bursting with light—not golden, but a dull, murky gray. A rotten sewer stench wafted out too.
A beast dressed in gold on the outside, but uglier than anything within.
"Ttongningen! Jeonbu jugyeobeorineu-desuuuuuu!"
Still that incomprehensible, profane noise. Probably cursing some god.
The monster swung its melting golden gauntlets, smashing the terrain. Those fists no longer had the Midas Touch's power.
Just the Fist of Destruction trait, which spread shockwaves for AoE damage.
"This pattern is such bullshit."
Its attacks were completely invincible. The problem? It chained them relentlessly.
Near-zero cooldown on short invulnerability frames, plus AoE damage. If this were a game, the devs' family must've died for this pattern to exist.
"Just die nicely already, you stinking pig bastard!"
We all felt the same. The archer's arrow struck true—a guaranteed stun, petrifying its body.
Finally landed it. We'd been wiping because we couldn't hit it. Emotion welled up.
"Fuck yeah, we finally nailed it. Kill it now!"
"Don't need to tell me!"
As petrification spread, Mammon's deputy froze solid.
We all rushed in at once, hammering it with our weapons.
"Took fucking forever. Die nicely for once. Please... enough already!"
"Yeah, die, you fucker!"
After a few more exchanges, we finally took down Mammon's deputy. Chae-young and I died once each in the process.
At least no one else did. Meant the tank did their job well.
"You okay? I heard the sensation lingers when you revive."
"After dying a few times, it gets manageable. Blood gushing from your throat loosens up those knotted shoulders too."
No joke—multiple revives cured all your aches. Being tormented by Master left me sore everywhere, but lately it was better.
"Don't believe me? Try dying once sometime."
"Pass. Tried it once before. Wasn't fun."
Young folks these days just don't get it. Sounds like boomer talk, but you can't always do what you want.
It had been over a year since Ryu Ga-eul tricked Hyunwoo into that scam contract.
In that time, she'd realized one thing anew.
Her disciple had changed.
The cute, innocent boy was gone. Now he was a proper player.
Did I do this?
Suddenly, she wondered if this transformed Hyunwoo was her handiwork.
It made sense. A small, cute, naive guy had turned downright vicious.
"Hm..."
"What're you staring at? Something on my face?"
"Nah... just that you're cute as ever today."
Just looking at his face sent thrills through her. A guy like this, all mine...
He denied it, but Hyunwoo was definitely becoming Ryu Ga-eul's. Proof?
"Hyunwoo, ashtray."
"Ashtray? Didn't you quit smoking?"
"Quitting's not stopping—it's enduring forever. A week was enough."
"Well, not booze, so whatever."
Like a servant, Hyunwoo fetched the ashtray and offered it politely with both hands.
The sight made the Sword Saint's mind hazy. The rush of mental domination shook her.
She settled contentedly on the sofa, lit a cigarette, and smiled.
"You know today's drinking day, right?"
"Already?"
"Yeah, already. Go buy some booze."
"We have some. Just one beer can, you know? No more than two."
She loved booze too much, so Hyunwoo set drinking day once a week.
One beer can, but Ryu Ga-eul was grateful. Better than nothing like before.
"Prep some snacks too."
"Got it."
"Naked!"
"You're out of your mind."
Convinced she was the alpha female, Ryu Ga-eul was in high spirits.
A disciple who wouldn't get this treatment anywhere else obeyed her every word.
"Fried stuff's fine, right?"
"Ooh, my Hyunwoo knows me so well."
"Spare me the flattery."
His bare back in just an apron, cooking...
Watching while smoking was extra delicious. Peak bliss.
She savored the rising pleasure, grabbing hot shrimp tempura with her bare hand.
"Why leave the chopsticks? What're you doing?"
"Too lazy."
Munch munch. She devoured the tasty tempura, then wrapped her other arm around Hyunwoo's waist, stroking his side, feeling him up freely.
"Master? I'm not some room-to-let pretty boy. This treatment's a bit much."
"Ah, fucking perfect. The best. Feels amazing."
"Not listening at all."
The Sword Dragon was no longer some pushover player.
Level 63. Veteran status ages ago.
Guild material, and with his gear and skill, he passed for 70.
And she'd turned him into her sex slave.
"Always think I'm so lucky."
"Because of me? I know."
"That too. But didn't expect to tame you this easily."
"...Talking like I'm a dog or cat. You know that's weird, right?"
Whether he got offended or not, Ryu Ga-eul said her piece.
"Hyunwoo. Two months, and you're fully mine."
"Two months? Oh, creampie sex day..."
"Looking forward to it."
Even now it turned her on this much—what about two months from now?
Ryu Ga-eul couldn't wait.