Chapter 322
Chapter 322
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 322
Chapter Title: Helper
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I shifted my gaze to the protagonist's daughter. She was glaring at me warily, suggesting a bold personality. She looked grubby, but once cleaned up, she'd turn into my type of woman.
'I was originally planning to take the protagonist's family and get out right away... but plans have changed!'
For now, I'd hide here with the protagonist's family. In this dire situation, people's emotions would be all over the place, so I'd use that opening to seduce the protagonist's daughter.
"Everyone. Somehow, I've ended up here with you. Since that's the case, let's work together to get out of here."
"Ah, come on! How many times do I have to tell you to shut up?!"
"Grandpa... no, Grandfather. Aren't you the one making more noise right now? And you should at least introduce yourself if we're going to have any kind of relationship going forward..."
Thud.
"Huh?"
Grandfather's eyes widened. His gaze was directed behind me, where the thud had come from.
I turned my head and locked eyes with a monster rising from the corner.
"Ah, shit."
The plan had gone to hell from the very start.
"Damn it! Didn't I tell you to stay quiet! Run, now!"
As the protagonist's family gritted their teeth and tried to flee, the monster opened its maw and charged at me.
I dodged to the monster's side and swung my sword, slicing deep into its body. With half its body cleaved, the monster never moved again.
"......"
The protagonist's family, who had been scrambling to escape, stopped and stared at me.
I shook the blood off my sword, slung it over my shoulder, and grinned.
"Truth is, I'm a hunter. A professional at killing monsters."
My gaze was fixed on the protagonist's daughter. The original plan had derailed, but this should make her fall for me, right?
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The car I was driving came to a stop in front of an old villa on the outskirts of Seoul.
Clunk!
The doors flew open, and the protagonist's family, crammed in the back seat, spilled out.
"Thank you! Truly, thank you!"
Grandfather, seated in the passenger seat, bowed his head to me. I glanced at his receding hairline and waved him off.
"No need for thanks. Get out."
"We can't just send our benefactor off like this! We don't have much, but at least let us treat you to dinner!"
"If you insist that much, I suppose I have no choice. And besides, Grandfather, what do you mean you have nothing? You have your family, don't you?"
"Hoho, you're right. My family is my pride."
"Yes, yes. They must be quite the pride."
I raised the corner of my mouth while eyeing Grandfather's granddaughter.
I frowned at the notifications floating before my eyes.
'Damn it. I haven't even fucked her yet...!'
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I sat on the second floor of Cheongpung Inn, gazing out the window at an old beggar panhandling on the street.
'Is this good luck?'
Tai Chi Supreme was a wuxia novel. The orphan protagonist, Go-ah, was probably training in Tai Chi Fist at the Wudang Sect right now.
'And that old beggar in front of me is the final boss and the hidden mastermind.'
The beggar, once a ronin, gets kidnapped by the imperial palace later. The palace was secretly conducting inhumane experiments on captured yokai, and the beggar eats one, turning into a yokai himself. His body rejuvenates, and he gains the power to control people.
The old beggar then moves to take revenge on the martial world that humiliated him. The protagonist gets caught in his schemes and grows, but loses two comrades and one heroine in the process.
'I could get martial arts or elixirs from this world, but... it takes too much time. And there are plenty of other worlds where I can get martial arts and elixirs.'
I pulled a pistol from my pocket and aimed it at the old beggar.
'Killing him should complete the quest, right? If not, it'll be a headache.'
I pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The old beggar's body crumpled to the ground. Nearby passersby startled at the gunshot and looked around, but soon went about their business as if nothing happened. None of them paid the beggar any mind.
???
The moment I entered the next world, I felt the sea breeze slapping my face.
'...A yacht?'
I was leaning against the railing of a yacht sailing across the ocean, its destination unknown.
Focusing my hearing, I picked up lively chatter from a bit further away. Young men and women, speaking English—which I understood as fluently as my native tongue.
'...Come to think of it, I've got a beer can in my hand too.'
I downed the half-full beer in one go and tossed the can into the sea.
'What's the third and final world like?'
'Ah, Monday the 11th. A horror movie, right? Another easy world.'
That meant this yacht was headed to a small island with a resort. And on that island lurked a killer named 'Johnson'.
'The movie's ending... everyone dies to the killer, I think. Just need to kill the killer.'
This was as good as clearing the quest.
'Where should I use the skill enhancement ticket? Hacking? Erogenous Zone Amplification? Complete Recovery?'
I was lost in happy deliberation when someone approached me.
It was a brown-haired guy—the protagonist of Monday the 11th. What was his name again? I couldn't quite remember.
"Eugene! What are you doing all alone looking like a bum?"
"Just enjoying the sea for a bit. But why are we here again?"
"Haha, you and your weird jokes sometimes. Fine, I'll hang with you this time. We're here on summer break to party on Offrica Island."
"...Ah, right. Came to the island for a three-day sex party?"
"Whoa..."
The protagonist's face stiffened a bit. But he quickly recovered and grinned slyly.
"What nonsense. We're just here for a wholesome three-day vacation. Though... with young guys and girls together, some naughty stuff might happen."
"Naughty might be an understatement—it's gonna get hot."
"Then let's make it hot."
I headed below deck with the protagonist. Young men and women were enjoying booze and barbecue on the deck.
Excluding the yacht captain, there were me, two resort managers, and eleven others—for a total of fourteen.
Most were hot guys and babes. Makes sense, since in reality, they were all movie actors.
'...Oh?'
Among them, one beauty in short shorts and a T-shirt particularly caught my eye.
Her golden blonde hair sparkled in the sunlight, her skin snow-white. Long, toned arms and legs. Glamorous E-cup breasts, slim waist, plump hips. Especially that hip line flowing from her waist—I couldn't look away. My dick twitched involuntarily.
Her sexy face met mine. She scanned me up and down, then curled her lips upward.
For reference, I was only wearing shorts. My upper body showcased battle-hardened muscles, and my crotch bulged prominently, asserting its presence.
"Eugene, where've you been? And... damn, your body's ripped... You must work out like crazy."
Her words drew everyone's gazes to me.
"Whoa... That's what a workout body looks like? Never seen one like that."
"Wasn't he the nerd? What the hell..."
"Wow, Eugene. You're totally sexy."
"But what's that black thing in your hand?"
Someone pointed at the smartphone in my hand. This era hadn't seen cell phones widespread yet—they were brick-like if they existed.
"Oh, this? Just a toy. A toy. Don't mind it."
I pocketed the smartphone and approached them.
I naturally joined their conversation.
Through the chat, I learned the protagonist's name was Brad. The blonde babe was Jessie. Another woman caught my eye.
A black-haired, blue-eyed white woman named Rachel. She wore glasses and plain clothes, less flashy than Jessie, but she couldn't fool my eyes, honed on countless women. Without the glasses and clothes, she'd be on Jessie's level.
I approached Rachel and spoke.
"You've barely eaten and keep frowning. You okay?"
"Seasick. It'll pass once we hit the island."
"If it's that bad, why not go inside?"
"It's not severe. Thanks for worrying."
She smiled, and I smiled back.
A subtle atmosphere flowed between us.
'Westerners... or maybe because it's a horror movie world. Seems easy to fuck... Heh.'
Not just Rachel—Jessie was showing interest too. In her case, probably thanks to my killer body and bulge.
And so we arrived at the uninhabited island with only the resort. The island was about 3km across, with a tropical rainforest.
The yacht dropped us and our luggage, then left immediately. It'd return in three days. In other words, we couldn't leave the island until then.
"Rachel, I'll carry your luggage. You're not feeling well."
"Not on the boat anymore, so no seasickness."
"You just got off and you're already fine? Give it here."
I snatched Rachel's bag. A normal guy might strain, but my strength surpassed ordinary humans. The weight was nothing; gripping it awkwardly was harder.
"Hmm? Special treatment for Rachel only?"
"Rachel's not at 100%. ...Hmm. Jessie, you look beat too. Here, hand it over."
I took Jessie's bag before she could protest. My back held my own, right hand Rachel's, left Jessie's.
"I-I'm fine..."
"It's not heavy."
Jessie stared straight into my eyes. I met hers. We recognized the heat and desire in each other's gazes.
I grinned, and Jessie responded with a sexy smile.
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After about 15 minutes of walking, we reached the resort.
The wooden resort was large and luxurious, with shallow, crystal-clear sea right in front.
We got assigned rooms and unpacked. Jessie and Rachel expressed their thanks. Their clear affection made my lips curl.
'Just need to set the right place and mood now... and I can fuck them. Heh heh heh.'
Some guys eyed me jealously, but I ignored them. No reason to care about dudes.
After unpacking, we gathered on the resort's first floor.
Twelve people, excluding the two managers.
Seven guys, five girls.
"Alright, everyone, gather 'round."
Frank called for attention. Short blonde hair, college football star—he organized this trip. The resort belonged to his dad.
"Just hanging around would be boring, so I prepared an event."
"Event?"
"Scavenger hunt. I've hidden capsules all over the island. Bring 'em back, and I'll trade for treasure—like the latest computer or designer dresses."
"Ooooh!"
"It runs until we leave the island. Three days. Find 'em and bring to me."
"Hell yeah! That new computer's mine!"
"Game on! Hunt treasure, swim, whatever! Let's booze and have fun these three days!"
We scattered to do our own things.
I pretended to hunt treasure while sticking near Jessie and Rachel, chatting to build rapport.
Forcing them would be easy, but no fun that way.
Time passed, and night fell.
We gathered for steak, then did as we pleased. Some chugged booze, some swam, some crashed in their rooms.
"Eugene. I think I found a treasure... Mind helping?"
Jessie called me.
"Treasure? Already? Impressive, Jessie. Of course I'll help."
I followed Jessie behind the resort into the forest. Her huge ass jiggled in her jeans.
Staring mesmerized at it, we went far enough that the resort lights faded. We arrived at a hammock strung between giant trees. A slight turn revealed the calm sea.
Jessie turned to me. Her deep brown eyes seduced as she approached slowly. I stepped forward, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and waist.
"Hah..."
We locked lips in a sticky, scorching kiss.
My hand slipped under her white tee, and hers grabbed my ass.