Chapter 49

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 49

Chapter Title: To Hwaseong

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"Haa... Fuck... I got completely milked dry."

It was the first time in my life I'd ever felt truly juiced.

The obsession of a woman whose mind was set on satisfying her lust.

After seeing the message that level 5 was close, Im Hyeji lost it and wrung my dick to its absolute limit.

Well, that's putting it dramatically. With my newly upgraded B-rank stamina, it was a pretty enjoyable time letting loose. But still...

After busting eight loads of concentrated semen in a row—my daily limit—even my enhanced stamina couldn't fend off the heavy sage time that followed.

"Hing... It didn't level up."

"If cramming it like ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠that was gonna do it, it would've happened ages ago."

Im Hyeji pressed down hard on her lower belly, looking so disappointed.

Even after everything that had leaked out of her pussy, pressing ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠like that made another thick gush of semen pour out.

How much EXP did she need for level 5, anyway?

I'd already gotten a rough idea from how it hadn't budged after devouring nearly three A-rank magic stones.

But damn, it was this close?

Even so, the bar looked almost full now.

Those three A-rank stones had basically filled it right up to the edge of level 5, and the concentrated semen had pushed it over that final precarious line.

If I hustled a few days on Hwaseong, level 5 seemed within reach.

"Sleep... I'll catch some on the way."

Time had slipped past 1 a.m. before I knew it.

No time for more than a quick nap—even after washing up, we'd have to head out right away.

"I'm fine!"

"...Yeah, figures you would be."

Unlike Im Hyeji, who perked right up every time she got a dose of my revitalizing semen, using up all my stamina left me drained and listless.

Especially after going all out—I just wanted to flop down and pass out.

I managed an hour's shut-eye after cleaning up, and right on time, Im Hyeji woke me.

"Oppa, time to go."

"Let's roll."

No luggage to haul.

I'd packed a magic backpack, but even that was stowed in my subspace.

Pro tip for maximizing space efficiency.

Like we were off on a picnic, I threw on some comfy clothes while Im Hyeji suited up in her dungeon gear, and we headed out to Hwaseong.

The Hunter Association's Hwaseong Reclamation Project drew massive attention.

A city destroyed by a dungeon overflow.

People trapped inside.

Years had passed without word on their fates, but they were still listed as "missing." We had to pray for their souls—and with Seoul so close, we couldn't just leave a ticking time bomb like that unattended.

The good news? Hwaseong wasn't the first shot at clearing an S-rank dungeon overflow—what they called a "backflow dungeon."

The U.S., China, and others had been tackling them for up to a year now.

Some even succeeded.

Though clean sweeps were rare.

The worst case? China's brute-force approach.

They dropped a nuke on the area, but the backflow dungeon's transparent barrier—like a dungeon's—kept it sealed tight. The blast did jack inside and just nuked the outside instead, total disaster.

Questions lingered on why they didn't scout first, but thanks to China's sacrifice, everyone else learned: hunters inside was the smart play for backflow dungeons. That's how today's Hwaseong reclamation raid came together.

"We thank all the hunters, guilds, and volunteers who've joined us for the Hwaseong Reclamation Raid."

The backflow dungeon over Hwaseong stretched about 10 km from city hall through apartment complexes and residential zones, so entry point mattered.

The raid party of hundreds gathered at the southeast edge—farthest from the backflow's origin.

Hwaseong City Hall loomed visible beyond the boundary.

"I'm Hong Shijun, your commander for this Hwaseong Reclamation Raid."

The hunter gripping the mic before the ranks of hundreds was impressive.

Tall, manly vibe.

His gear gleamed, and the massive greatsword on his back made your knees weak just looking at it.

"If that thing charges in..."

"...Oppa."

I bet the monsters would just nope out.

"Our party will seize Hwaseong City Hall first, clear the surroundings, and use it as our main base to start operations. Reported threats inside: 27 S-ranks, around 60 A-ranks, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠about 200 B-ranks. Numbers might've changed, so stay sharp. For safety, follow the raid leader's orders."

Hong Shijun inspired trust.

Not just his looks—his deep, resonant baritone brimmed with conviction, making you think, This guy's got it.

Above all, he had the chops to lead this many hunters.

"Is that guy SSS-rank?"

"Yeah, Hong Shijun, the SSS-rank Berserker."

"An SSS-rank could solo 3-4 S-rank monsters, right?"

"Well... He has cleared an S-rank dungeon with a four-man party."

"Oh, that Hong Shijun? Now I remember."

One of Korea's eight SSS-rank hunters.

Wields a giant greatsword, strong enough to nearly solo S-rank dungeons.

With a guy like that leading, the followers wouldn't fear.

He'd charge first, fight bravest, drop the most monsters.

"Seeing scary dudes like that really shows you're still a ways off from SSS-rank, Hyeji."

"Tch... I know. That's why I need to power up too..."

"...Nah. Resurrection alone makes you broken as ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hell—SSS material for sure. Just kidding. Kidding."

Bantering with Im Hyeji while the raid leader's speech droned on, it ended before we knew.

Dawn breaking, winter sun not up till 6, but sky lightening—everyone prepped to dive in.

The hundreds split into guilds and parties.

One big raid to reclaim Hwaseong under Party Leader Hong Shijun, but micromanaging like an army? Nah, no shared reps or commands. So they delegated missions by guild/party for smoother ops.

Lots of groups, but the backflow zone was huge—no friction, smart play.

Main base would be city hall anyway.

"Alright, let's move out."

Hong Shijun up front, clusters of hunters trailing into the death-scented backflow dungeon beyond.

Urban sprawl one second, then poof—crossing the boundary, they vanished with him leading.

Stepping into the overflowed S-rank dungeon.

That forsaken land.

Air shifted the moment we entered Hwaseong.

Dark, musty.

Smell of death, maybe.

Mood sank, sticky air clinging to skin like damp rot.

The Pregnancy Support Program flipped out right away.

Firing warnings, urging us to GTFO.

Pretty smart program, huh?

Never warned me in a B-rank dungeon.

Though yeah, this was leagues tougher.

Back then, B or S would've been the same death sentence for me anyway.

Even so, other hunters here? Risky for them too.

27 S-rank monsters rushing? Nobody to save my ass.

But no choice.

Already in.

I'll hang rear guard—worst case, bolt out.

As I dawdled, the system pinged another message.

"Huh?"

If you're laying down the gauntlet like that, game on.

The quest rewards caught my eye—especially the extra one.

"No way 'Re-Impregnation' is..."

Couldn't tell for sure from the name alone, but it screamed suspicion.

"What's up, oppa?"

"Huh? Nothing."

I played it off to Im Hyeji's question as she approached.

No point spilling yet.

Extra reward meant clearing the S-rank backflow and fully reclaiming Hwaseong clean.

We brought solid firepower, but the system's warning said it all—this place was deadly. A deadweight like me could flop anytime.

Better to hype after we snag it.

"Advance!"

Rear guard held position as frontline combat units pushed toward city hall.