Site Authentication (1): Floor 38
From the 38th floor onward, the number of goblins swelled to eighty thousand.
Nearly a hundred thousand in total, while our party numbered just around twenty. At this point, their encampment looked like a full-blown city.
"No wonder assassination is key on this floor. One wrong move, and we'd get swarmed by the charging goblins."
"Tell me about it."
Eighty thousand. An army division was around twenty thousand, right? Three made a corps. All told, this was corps-level strength.
Of course, it wasn't a perfect one-to-one comparison. A real army had air support, artillery, that sort of thing.
But these bastards made up for it with insane learning ability and ferocity.
"If we don't wipe them out in a day, it'll be a headache."
After what happened on floor 36, we'd decided to prioritize speed in clearing goblins.
"Our firepower's proven itself, so let's go all out."
Kwaaaaaang!
Bullets rained down on the goblin encampment. The range made one-sided slaughter tough, but the shotgun spread inflicted massive casualties.
"It's the enemy! To arms! G…."
We'd tweaked our strategy a bit. Hit the encampment first, then I'd assassinate the commanders.
Commanders always rushed to the front to contain chaos. Exploit that, and it was easy pickings.
"Kerruk."
I hovered mid-air for a while, then dove the instant I spotted a commander, slicing its throat clean.
Goblins surrounded me in seconds. They couldn't scratch me with daggers or clubs, but dozens piling on changed things.
"Tch, don't let the intruder escape! No matter wha—!" "Kill! Kill!"
A few seconds of tanking attacks, and damage started accumulating through my gear.
Left alone, they'd eventually draw blood. But I hadn't come here without a plan.
"Kneecaps! Target the joints to gouge its eye—."
Amodius's Scythe had life drain. One swing harvested goblin blood, healing me instantly.
"Ah…." "Click."
More goblins filled the gap, but flight cooldown was ready. I soared up immediately.
And merciless bombardment poured down where I'd stood.
'EXP's pouring in.'
Taking down commander-tier gave solid experience. Named mobs, maybe? Repeat a few times, and levels would skyrocket. I'd get even stronger.
"I'll catch my breath a bit longer."
[As it should be.]
The goblins had multiplied, but they couldn't stop me. After about ten hours of brutal fighting, our party annihilated the eighty-thousand-strong horde and racked up enough EXP to be right on the cusp of level-up.
After turning in the spoils, we returned to the dojo.
As usual, Master had her way with me in every manner imaginable, then made me tend to her bath.
"Hwaaaam, starving. Let's eat first. Food, then fun."
"Ugh, uuuuh!"
"Any places delivering this late…."
"Ordering delivery again?"
This woman's habits were straight-up unhealthy just looking at them. Booze, smokes, junk delivery for meals.
If she weren't a player, her whole body would've been wrecked by now.
"What's wrong with quick delivery? You know your big sis has cash to burn."
"We stocked up at the mart last time. Plenty of shelf life left. Let's just cook at home."
"Hmmm~ Then you make it. Like last time."
…Squeeze me dry till I'm spent, then dump chores on me? Heartless much?
No real say in it, so I chugged water, grabbed my wobbly legs, and shuffled to the kitchen.
"Apron suits you perfectly."
…A guy wearing an apron. Naked, no less.
But it was Master's kink, so no refusing. She followed me in, snapping endless pics of my back on her phone to feed her urges.
"Master, don't just stand there—set the rice and spoons."
"Hey! Don't order a lady around like that; it'll make babies fall out."
"You don't even have any."
"Someday I will. Someday…."
Even so, she did as I asked. About time.
"Rice is done. Dig in."
"Mmm, pork stir-fry's on point."
"Years of solo living make this basic."
That's why I usually cooked. Master, Sword Saint or not, butchered knives like an amateur.
"Wooow, this pork is insane… so damn good."
"Ahem."
Me? I was decent—worked kitchen gigs in my old world.
If not for Master, my trait might've been cooking-related. Watching her wolf it down like she hadn't eaten in days brought a silly grin.
"Always thought so, but you really cook well."
"Ahaha…."
"Prime husband material. Top-tier."
She patted her full belly, beaming satisfaction.
"…Okay, upload complete."
Even snapped the pork stir-fry for SNS bragging rights. Must've been that good.
"Now for the reactions."
"Reactions? Oh, SNS comments?"
"Those are fine, but the real fun's here."
Shockingly, there was a whole site dedicated to me.
Why? Nothing better to yap about?
"Net ghosts got nothing to do, so they latch onto any bait all day. You're the hottest topic right now."
Master was one of those net ghosts herself.
Curious, I skimmed some uploaded posts.
Sword Dragon was my site's nickname. Stuck because Master was the Sword Saint.
Each comment stirred some indescribable feeling. Never had this much attention before….
"Heh heh."
Master enjoyed it more than me. Made sense—proof I was top-shelf elevated her own status as owner.
Sword Dragon's always smiling, super approachable.
And if you push hard, he'd probably go along with it fr….
They liked me more than expected. Every line dripped with lust.
"You know they go full pervert at night?"
"M-Me?"
"Duh. Tons of it."
Short guys like me shouldn't be popular. Amodius's Scythe driving them mad?
"Oh, fresh one. Admins usually delete these quick, but this survived. Lucky."
Unbelievable. A real post venting lust over me.
Gotta have a dick and all, right?
Sit him on your lap, grope that ass and waist till he's horny, flip and fuck.
He'll squirm at first, say no. But once swallowed by pussy, he'll accept his male role and behave?
…Good lord.
"Fucking virgin losers kekeke… Horny as hell just to fuck him somehow. Hilarious."
"Why run a site like this, Master?"
"'Cause it's fun. Oh, right… Hyunwoo. Mind if I post your pic?"
What pic…?
"Not my face, please."
"Not face. Body shot, light mosaic. Would kill."
That was when I realized Master's lust had reached awe-inspiring heights.