Chapter 955
Chapter 955
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 955
Chapter Title: Rainbow Fruit
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The old hag stammered as she spoke about the rainbow fruit.
The rainbow fruit, true to its name, was a fruit made entirely of rainbow colors.
Long ago, in ancient times, there was a tyrannical king. He killed his ministers, raped women, and waged endless wars. But after eating a rainbow fruit offered by a farmer, he was so moved by its exquisite taste that he shed tears, faced his sins, and set himself ablaze in suicide.
"Rainbow fruit! Its taste must be heavenly!"
The old hag declared. Her voice gained momentum toward the end. Even in this situation, she was getting worked up—clearly, there was something off about her.
I stepped on her head again. She trembled, finally coming to her senses.
"Old hag. So where's this rainbow fruit?"
"I-in the mountain where the rainbow rises."
"And where's the mountain where the rainbow rises?"
"W-well, you can only tell when the rainbow appears."
"…."
She had no idea exactly where it was. Things weren't going to be easy. I looked around. Extending my gaze into the distance, all I could see was three things: sky, fields, and mountains.
'There are way too many damn mountains. Just a quick scan shows over ten. Do I really have to search every single one?'
The mere thought was horrifying. It would be a massive waste of time.
'Quitting now feels wrong, though... Three days. I'll give it three days, and if it looks hopeless, I'll bail from this dungeon.'
Staying longer than that would be a huge loss. My goal was to rack up achievements quickly—I couldn't forget that. There was no reason I had to clear this dungeon.
"You worm! Hans!! What are you doing to my wife!! Get your foot off her!!"
A shout came from behind. Glancing back, I saw an old man charging at me with a stick raised.
"And who's this geezer?"
"Y-your father. No, Lord Hans's father!"
The old hag said.
Of course, they weren't my real parents. They were just arbitrarily treating me like their son. What a ridiculous dungeon.
"You brat! I didn't raise you to be such a heartless ingrate!"
The geezer swung his stick at me. For an old guy, he had some decent muscle—honed from farm work. But it was still just ordinary human level.
Thud.
I snatched the stick away. His eyes went wide.
I twisted it out of his grip, and sensing the threat, he stumbled back.
"H-Hans! I-I'm your father!"
"I'm not your son."
"Kwaaaagh!"
Screams and the sounds of beating mingled together.
I didn't kill the old couple. They might've been monsters in disguise, but they could talk, and I needed info from them.
"Who am I?"
"Hans... No, not Hans. You're someone else."
The old hag said, tears welling up. The geezer couldn't even meet my eyes after the thrashing.
"Right. Someone else. Tell me about Hans."
"Hans was..."
According to the old hag, Hans was a forty-something bachelor tenant farmer. He hadn't married at that age because his family was poor and he was ugly. Everyone in the village was poor, but Hans's family was especially destitute, owing debt to the lord.
"Forty? You saying my face looks forty? You're kidding, right? This firm skin screams anything but forty!"
"Y-yes, not forty. Not at all..."
The old hag spoke without even looking at my face. She trailed off weakly.
I narrowed my eyes. To them, I must look like the forty-year-old tenant farmer Hans. I'd figured out the gist. There wasn't much more info to squeeze out of them. I headed across the fields toward the shabby house at the far end.
The old couple quietly followed behind me.
I rummaged through the house, searching for anything valuable. I didn't know much about this dungeon, but with people and signs of civilization, money would be a big help if they had any.
But their poverty wasn't a lie—there was hardly any money. Just a few copper coins. Everything was worn out and worthless. Plus, chickens clucked around one corner of the house, with no boundary between the coop and the living space.
"Oh no, Hans! You can't!"
"That's our entire savings! Hans, please! Snap out of it!"
The old couple grabbed my legs. Irritation surged. As I raised my hand to kill them, my eyes caught a sculpture on the wall.
Five rotating water droplets. It looked oddly meaningful. At a glance, they resembled eyeballs.
'Creepy sculpture.'
I ignored it and swung my leg. The old couple flew through the air, crashing into the wall. They hit the floor and didn't move. Dead, probably.
I narrowed my eyes at the corpses for a moment. It felt too easy.
'I thought they might be monsters... but they were real people?'
Of course, not ordinary ones—this was a dungeon. And to the end, they saw me as Hans.
Even if they were real people, I'd have killed them without hesitation. This wasn't Earth; it was a dungeon. No loss for me.
I stepped outside.
'If there are others... I need info on the rainbow fruit.'
Where to? I looked around. There were scattered rundown houses—other tenant farmers' homes like mine. But none as decrepit and small as Hans's.
'The old hag mentioned debt to the lord. So there's a lord... Means I need to find the city. Damn, shoulda asked more before killing them.'
I entered another house. Empty—probably out working.
Like an old-school hero smashing pots in a game for coins, I scoured every corner for money.
'Anything special?'
Money wasn't the main goal; it was dungeon items. Grabbing gold chunks from the Playful Life world was easy anyway. In civilized worlds, gold was always king.
'Maybe the rainbow fruit's nearby.'
While rummaging, I spotted a familiar ornament. The same sculpture from Hans's house: five rotating water droplets.
'Trendy, huh?'
Everything else was beat-up, but this was pristine. That's why it caught my eye.
I picked it up and examined it. Nothing special.
I checked more houses. No matter what, they all had the rotating water droplet ornament.
"Hey? Hans! What the hell are you doing in my house?!"
A middle-aged man yelled at me. He had a rusty hoe over his shoulder, dirt caked on his body. Fierce eyes—he saw me as a thief. And yeah, I was.
"Shut up. You're noisy."
"Hans! What's with that attitude! Get out of my house!! I'll tell the village chief!"
His eyes looked down on me. It showed how he usually viewed me... or rather, Hans. Made sense—Hans was a poor, ugly, unmarried forty-year-old farmer.
"Get out! I said get out!"
His face flushed red with rage, like a drunk. When I didn't budge, he stomped toward me.
"Hans! I don't know what you were trying to steal... but you'll pay dearly!"
He spat the words and raised his hand for a slap. I grabbed his arm and snapped it.
Crack. His arm twisted backward. White bone tore through his elbow.
"Gaaaaah!"
He collapsed screaming. I stomped his flailing leg. It crushed underfoot.
"Aaaagh! H-Hans! Mercy! I-I'm sorry for yelling... It was a misunderstanding!"
"I said shut up."
"I-I'll shut up, just spa—Gurk!"
I slapped him—the same one he'd tried on me. His head spun twice. Instant death. I stepped over his body and entered the next house.
"...Oh. Forgot to ask where the city is."
No big deal.
There were plenty more houses. Tired of looting, I headed to the largest, cleanest one in the village center. Obviously the village chief's. Money flocks to those with power.
I opened the door without knocking.
People were inside.
An old man trimming vegetables at the table, a woman cleaning the house, and a swaddled baby squirming on a mat.
"Hans! Why aren't you in the fields? What do you need? Speak up, don't be shy!"
The old man said from his chair.
My gaze went to the cleaning woman. Even in baggy clothes, her voluptuous figure and striking features were undeniable. Braided blonde hair peeked from her headscarf. A young beauty who didn't fit this rural village.
Our eyes met. She lowered hers, uncomfortable with my stare.
"Hans!"
The old man was suddenly in front of me. Face full of anger. The village chief title gave him a hint of dignity.
"Ignoring me? State your business! You didn't come to harass Salami, did you?!"
Salami.
That was her name, probably. Too young for wife, so daughter-in-law.
"Chief. Your daughter-in-law's got some real hefty tits. I wanna see if they're as full as they look."
"Hans, you mad bastard!!"
The chief bellowed and swung a wooden staff from the table at my arm. Crack! It shattered and rolled away. I felt nothing. In this dungeon, I was the pathetic farmer Hans, but my body and mind were B-rank hunter Sung Yu-jin's. Not some normal human's.
"You're done."
"Wh-what the—Gah!"
I grabbed the retreating chief's neck and hurled him up. His head smashed through the wooden ceiling. Blood dripped. But his body hung dangling, head caught. Blood ran down it.
Thud.
Salami, who'd been watching, collapsed to the floor. She stared at me in terror. I approached her.
She didn't run. The baby slept innocently nearby.
"Strip."
I pointed at the baby.
"Gotta protect him. You're the mom."
"...Hic."
Salami stripped, tears streaming.
I grinned and grabbed her body. E-cup breasts, big ass. Some belly fat, but cute-level. Now fully naked, a thick feminine scent hit me. Not a noble lady—just a farmer's wife, so hygiene was iffy.
Not unpleasant. This raw smell turned me on. The scent of a bitch in heat.
I spread her trembling legs. Her pussy had unkempt golden pubes. I parted them with my fingers—coarse, not soft. Beneath, a vivid pink slit.
A well-fucked, post-childbirth pussy gaped lewdly. Pussy stench wafted up.
I groped her tits and pussy at once. White milk leaked from her nipples with every squeeze. Fun to milk her like that.
She twitched at my fingers' movements.
"Mmph, mmph...!"
Salami clamped her mouth with both hands, desperately stifling her moans.
'Good enough.'
Sticky juices flowed from her pussy. I gripped my rock-hard cock and thrust in. No virgin tightness, but snug enough—my dick was just huge.
"Ahk, ut, mmph...!"
She squeezed her eyes shut and took me. Wet squelches echoed. Soon, the woken baby wailed loudly.
"Hah! Stop... Please stop now! I beg you...!"
She begged. I'd already creampied her four times. The endlessly crying baby tired out and slept; outside, the sky darkened through the window.
Thud, thud.
Footsteps approached—heavy, a man's.
"N-no, please...! Spare my husband at least!"
Salami pleaded through tears, hands clasped, groveling.
"Fine. But this time, you move."