Chapter 159
Chapter 159
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 159
Chapter Title: Dungeon Survival
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“Your face has soured.”
I quickly schooled my expression at Kang Seok-su’s words. I never dreamed I’d run into him here, so I’d let my guard down for a split second.
“What a coincidence. You know this is a no-combat zone, right?”
There were cameras outside, and Association staff monitoring everything. If we fought in the cabin, Association agents would intervene before a minute passed. And we’d both be out—nicely eliminated.
“I know. No intention of fighting here.”
I could trust that much. He was gunning for the win too, so he’d follow the Dungeon Survival rules.
As Kang Seok-su and I stared each other down...
Han Ha-rin moved first from behind me. She glanced at him, then turned and started scoping out the cabin interior.
“Looks like that girl’s just here to rest. You rest too—don’t mind us. Isn’t that why you came?”
Kang Seok-su said to me.
“Don’t pull any bullshit. I’ll be watching.”
I warned him once, then followed her.
My stiff expression hadn’t eased up.
Goddamn it.
Only curses came to mind.
No matter how I spin it, we’re screwed.
The rest area was once a day, one hour only. Timed from midnight. I’d come here thinking I’d lose access if I missed the window past midnight, but it felt like a mistake now.
If I’d come even an hour later, I wouldn’t have run into that bastard.
As I pondered options while tailing Han Ha-rin, I froze at the sudden sight of a blonde woman. One of Kang Seok-su’s teammates.
She’d just showered—her yellow hair was wet, and a robe draped her slender frame. Her long, toned arms and legs were striking.
“Oh, what’s this? You guys too?”
She didn’t bat an eye at her exposed collarbone or thigh peeking through the robe. Pretty open-minded.
As we stared silently, she looked us over and grinned.
“You two are that kind of couple, huh? I can just tell.”
I nearly blurted an exclamation. No way she’d clock our relationship that fast. I knew she wasn’t the naive type.
“Spare us the chit-chat and step aside?”
Han Ha-rin shot back coolly.
“Bathhouse is this way. Separate men’s and women’s sections. Not huge, but decent enough. Since we’ve crossed paths, why not introduce ourselves? I’m Yoo Jung-mi, D-rank Hunter teamed up with Seok-su.”
“...Han Ha-rin.”
Han Ha-rin gave her name and brushed past into the bathhouse.
“Big tits, cold attitude. Lightning girl, you?”
Yoo Jung-mi asked me. If it’d been Kang Seok-su, I’d have flipped him off, but she was a knockout.
“Sung Yu-jin, leader of the Gukcheon University Hunter team. Dating Kang Seok-su, by any chance?”
“Dating? Nah. We went to the same elementary, middle, and high schools. Childhood friends.”
Childhood friends, then.
“It’s been so long, it’s more than friends but less than lovers? Seok-su just sees me as a buddy, though.”
Yoo Jung-mi gave a cryptic smile. Sounded like she had feelings for him.
“Got it. Guess I’ll wash up too. Time’s limited here.”
“Yeah. Women’s side has good hot water.”
“Men’s probably does too.”
“You’re nicer than I thought. After seeing you smash that supply crate a few hours ago, I figured you were as prickly as Seok-su or worse.”
“That was just for the cameras. Viewers remember the dramatic types more.”
I chuckled. Truth was, it wasn’t an act—I’d meant it. If I couldn’t have it, no one would. That’s why I’d unleashed the thunder.
“Take care. Oh, laundry room’s on the second floor.”
“Thanks.”
We parted with smiles. Dungeon Survival rivals or not, it was just a reality show. No need to hold grudges over broadcast antics.
Though Eun Sang-min probably wants to kill Kang Seok-su.
He wouldn’t die, but he’d feel his body burning for tens of seconds. Bound to breed resentment.
Didn’t expect Eun Sang-min to drop out three hours in. This is a real crisis.
Over 30% of our firepower gone. Bad news for me, aiming for the top.
...That moron Eun Sang-min. Isn’t a C-rank supposed to watch for traps?
Guy never helped me once in life.
I inwardly ripped into Eun Sang-min but stopped—water under the bridge.
Think positive. His dropout left just me and Ha-rin. No him means cameras are all we dodge...
I eyed right and left doors. Right marked 男 (Men), left 女 (Women).
I naturally opened the women’s door. Small changing room. Four lockers, then robes, towels, disposables like shampoo and toothbrushes on a table.
Glanced at the bath. Low visibility, but someone was inside.
Han Ha-rin, probably. Saw her go in.
Only two women in the building: Han Ha-rin and Yoo Jung-mi. Latter was outside, so it had to be her. I stripped quick and opened the bath door.
There was a tub—wooden barrel style.
Han Ha-rin occupied one of two showerheads.
“Wh-what?! Why are you in here? Men’s is next door!”
“C’mon, here to help my senior wash up, obviously.”
I grinned lewdly and approached. She eyed my upright dick and sighed.
“We’re on camera. Can’t you hold out a week?”
“Doubt it, sunbae.”
I sidled closer.
“Plus, rest area—no cams, no eyes. Should be fine, right?”
I reached for her. Grabbed those H-cup tits, one each. Too massive for my hands to cover.
“...Haa. Fine. Just once.”
My left hand slid down to her pussy. Hot and wet.
Not just from the shower.
“Tch.”
Tsking from the second-floor rest area window, peering outside.
Kang Seok-su’s team of three lounged against trees outside the cabin, waiting for us.
That’s why I thought we were fucked the moment I saw him here.
His team arrived first, claimed the rest area, and now waited for us to emerge.
Rest rules applied only inside the cabin—outside, fair game. One step out, and they’d pounce.
Damn. They’ve got trap magic around the cabin.
Magic circles dotted the perimeter. Not sure if one took out Eun Sang-min, but no reckless window escape for sure.
Going out meant 100% clash with Kang’s team. Their skills and numbers favored them heavily. Had to avoid fighting.
Problem is, they’ve got no reason to back off.
They’d camp here overnight. One watching us, two napping against trees.
We exit? They fight and eliminate. We stay? We eat penalties—they’re golden either way.
We are so fucked.
Thought hit me the second we entered and bumped into them.
They’d stick till at least 5 a.m. Supplies dropped at 6—they wouldn’t skip twice.
Rest area penalty: -3 survival points per minute. Resets at midnight, but that’s still minimum -900.
Giant Scorpion (D-rank) gave 5 points—-900 was massive. Championship out of reach.
“You cowards!!”
I yelled out the window. Had to vent or burst.
“Cowardly? It’s a legit strategy. You’d do the same in our shoes.”
Like ancient sieges—defenders vs. attackers.
“C’mon, cut us a break just once!”
I begged, swallowing pride. Kang shook his head.
“Two choices: come out and fight, or hole up like rats.”
No backing down.
Rats? The hell? This is a TV show, asshole.
I flicked my eyes aside. Four Association staff filmed us from afar with cameras. More on him as top contender.
Couldn’t attack out— instant DQ.
“...I won’t forget this!”
I slammed the wooden shutters irritably. Glanced down. Han Ha-rin knelt, quietly sucking me off.
“Sunbae. What now?”
“...Mm. Fake a fight and run?”
My dick slipped from her mouth, slick with saliva.
“They’re prepped—escape won’t be easy.”
“You’re the leader. I’ll follow your call.”
She stood, dressed, checking herself. Thought I’d fight Kang, probably.
I checked the tablet.
Set the tablet on the table. Pulled Han Ha-rin into my arms.
“No way... you’re not saying...”
“Probably. Yeah.”
My hands kneaded her ample tits and ass.
“You sane?”
“No choice. Odds of slipping past them low, winning zero. Better stay put.”
I buried my face in her nape, kissed her collarbone.
“Hngh... What about the penalty?”
“Gotta tank it.”
“Giving up?”
“Nah. Survival points are just one win condition.”
Dungeon Survival was survival, pure. Last ones standing win. Points break ties among survivors.
Knock everyone else out before end—no points needed to win.
“Trust me, sunbae? We can win.”
“...You mean it?”
“Of course. Special mana massages aside—I’ve never lied to you.”
Her pale, slender hand gripped my dick. I stripped her, led to the bed in the corner.
4 a.m.
Kang Seok-su eyed the cabin.
Taking shifts to watch with his team—they hadn’t emerged. Seemed they’d given up, maybe sleeping.
If it were me, I’d have come out fighting.
Quitting without a fight? Pathetic. Not eliminated yet, but -900 points was as good as. No winning that.
Choi Sa-hyun, just woken beside him, gazed at the cabin sleepily.
“Choi Sa-hyun. Thoughts?”
“...Dunno. Building’s warded. Was too tired yesterday... but it’s beyond my level.”
Choi Sa-hyun was a spear-wielding battle mage. Detection sense: people, monsters, odd items within 300m.
“Figured.”
Kang nodded flatly. Wards inside. Hard to scout from out, alerts Association on internal fights.
“Hyung Seok-su. Almost 6. Skip supplies again?”