Chapter 247: If Onaholes Rained from the Sky
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 247: If Onaholes Rained from the Sky
A familiar name.
Looking at her again, I could already see her sharp, mischievous eyes, the kind that hinted at a bit of a delinquent streak.
‘Right, Rebecca!!’
I remembered.
Remember her? The blonde punk from the 11th Floor who grabbed my ass from behind and sexually harassed me the moment we met!
But she was also the tragic girl who, in the end, sacrificed herself, screaming for me to remember her…
Rebecca Ignis!
I’ll remember you!!
‘The last name did sound familiar. It’s just so common that I didn’t place it at first.’
Now, this child would never have to go to such an unethical detention center.
The Rebecca of the 11th Floor had suffered all sorts of hardships before ultimately being killed by the Imperial Army, but this child would live freely, without any of that happening.
‘If Rebecca hadn’t been there back then, I wouldn’t even be here now.’
The me that Rebecca saved had now saved Rebecca.
Perhaps it was the kind of thing only possible in the Tower, where space and time were a jumbled mess.
The viewers, also seeming to remember Rebecca, were chiming in. And some of them noticed something a little strange.
That’s right.
The detention center on the 11th Floor was definitely filled with psychics, not mages and swordmasters.
Let’s take a look at the original history of the Voltain Empire.
About twenty years pass before Rebecca is locked up in prison. During that time, the Empire undergoes a massive transformation.
The current Supreme Leader is killed in a coup not long after, and the next Supreme Leader is a figure who, unlike his predecessor, is friendly toward religion.
He thought to himself.
‘Is there really a need to suppress religion?’
The Empire had finished its continental conquest and was in need of stability.
Instead, he designates the Church of Celestia, which the people of the old empire had believed in the most, as the state religion.
The Prostitute Saint addicted to aphrodisiacs?
That could be framed as the evil deed of the former Supreme Leader, and she could be turned back into a hero.
Then, he begins to oppress those who use mana instead.
‘They are the only ones who could possibly raise a hand against the Empire.’
Mages and exceptional swordsmen are, for the most part, born with their talents.
In other words, they must be born with noble blood.
In fact, the Supreme Leader, who had felt an inferiority complex about this since childhood, launches a massive campaign of oppression against the nobility.
Much like in the early days of communism, he incited the citizens to kill the nobles, seizing and burning all their families’ secret manuals.
Since most of the nobles' wealth was distributed to the citizens, public sentiment improved. Some citizens even began to purge the nobles voluntarily, without any incitement.
The soldiers who became unemployed after the war also played a part.
Then, using methods to mass-produce swordmasters and conducting biological experiments on secretly captured mages, he creates a new way for humans to become stronger.
This was the beginning of the Voltia Empire’s psychic corps.
The Rebecca of the 11th Floor had never learned magic, so she lived her life unaware of these facts, simply believing she was a natural-born psychic.
“Hehe, thank you, miss?”
A child with blonde hair and playful, deep red eyes.
She’d groped my ass as an adult, and it seemed she’d had a thing for butts since she was a kid.
As I was patting her head, King Ignis had his retainers bring something over.
“This is a gift we’ve prepared especially for our savior. I do hope you like it.”
Click.
As the lid of the luxurious box opened, a pair of earrings set with red jewels was revealed.
‘That’s right, you gotta give me an item!’
This, too, was treated as a reward, so I was able to check its status window.
<Rebecca's Earrings>
Earrings crafted from processed lava stone, passed down through the Ignis family.
◇ Flame Attribute Resistance +500
◇ Defense +50
◇ <Flame Absorption>: Absorbs and stores fire that touches the body. The storable amount is proportional to Divine Power, and the stored flames can be released. (1L per 100 Divine Power)
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Rebecca’s Earrings.
Apparently, they had been made in advance to be given to Rebecca once she was able to handle mana.
The other stats were whatever, but that Flame Absorption skill seemed quite useful. Doesn’t that sound just like my Secret Water Tank?
At this point, I was practically immune to electricity, water, and fire.
“Wow… Is it really okay for me to accept something like this?”
“Not at all. Is the peace of this nation not all thanks to you, Lady Do-hee? Thanks to you, our Rebecca can smile like this, so please don’t worry about it. Hahaha!”
“Hahaha!! Thank you so much.”
I, Lee Do-hee.
A woman who never refuses a reward.
‘This must be the last of the rewards.’
I had no more business here.
It’s not like I was going to enjoy an adulterous affair with Rebecca’s father, so I decided it was time to return.
“Hehe, don’t grow up to be a delinquent, Rebecca, okay?”
I gave little Rebecca one last hug and placed a bottle of my breast milk in her arms.
“Drink this and grow up healthy, alright?”
And with that, I concluded the Trial.
Shwoong!!
*
Shwoong!!
The familiar waiting room greeted me.
“Alright~ As expected, just mindlessly smashing through everything is the most comfortable way. We saw it all the way to the true ending, everyone!”
[DoheeTunaSoDelicious has donated 50,000 Won]
I just watched the VOD. You literally told Rebecca to go die, you evil bitch lmao
“Ahem, be quiet. Now, let’s look at the rewards.”
From now on, Rebecca will be remembered as my earrings.
The difficulty of this Trial was B-Class.
It was a large-scale war, but this was the period when the Empire was at its most vulnerable internally. If you won a few battles and shook things up on the inside, the Empire would come crumbling down.
Lee Do-hee solved it with force, but it was a Trial that could have been solved with wisdom by putting heads together with the Redwin Kingdom.
‘But if the body is weak, the head suffers.’
[Tiring~]
[Please select your S-Class reward.]
With the Solo Play Bonus, True Ending Bonus, and the Life is One Shot trait applied, it becomes an SS-Class reward.
‘I feel this every time, but Life is One Shot is seriously broken…’
“Alright, this is all pretty familiar by now, right? I’ll quickly pick my rewards and get going~”
Tatatat!
Once again, I flipped over all the cards that appeared at once.
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[A-Rank False Apostle of God]
All possessed Divine Power is converted to Dark Mana.
<Strength Stat> +8
<Skill Enhancement Ticket> x16
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“Eh… There’s only one real option here. I’ll take the Skill Enhancement Tickets.”
The number of Skill Enhancement Tickets or stats you get increases the higher the floor and the higher the rank.
The formula is (The first digit of the current floor) x (Bonus value per rank).
The bonus value per rank is:
B-Class is 1
A-Class is 2
S-Class is 3
SS-Class is 4
SSS-Class is 5.
So, 4 x 4 resulted in 16 Skill Enhancement Tickets.
Combined with the tickets I already had, that made a total of 20.
“I’ll take this chance to level up some skills.”
First, I leveled up the buffs I use most often: Strength, Agility, and Defense.
<Haste lv.6→ lv.7>
Consumes 11 Divine Power to increase Agility by 35 for 2 hours.
<Strength lv.4→ lv.5>
Consumes 9 Divine Power to increase Strength by 25 for 1 hour and 30 minutes.
<Iron Body lv.4→ lv.5>
Consumes 9 Divine Power to increase Defense by 25 for 1 hour and 30 minutes.
Six, four, and four.
I used a total of 14 Skill Enhancement Tickets.
“And Divine Shield. I use this one a surprising amount, so I’ll level it up.”
It’s the only buff I have that can be helpful to someone without me having to have sex.
<Divine Shield lv.1→ lv.4>
Consumes 13 Divine Power to cast a shield on a target.
I used six tickets to raise it to level 4.
The description doesn’t show any changes other than the increased Divine Power cost, but it should be significantly tougher in practice.
It’s probably about 1.5 times stronger than it was at level 1.
Since the skill’s effectiveness is also proportional to my total Divine Power, it should be on par with a high-level shield spell like Absolute Barrier.
Somehow, I’d already used up all my Skill Enhancement Tickets.
“Let’s just do a quick tune-up and head to the next floor.”
The Trials in the 40s all tend to take at least a week or more.
Normally, no one goes straight to the next one like I do. These are floors with considerable difficulty, so the standard procedure is to rest for at least a few months before proceeding.
I repeated a similar routine to the one I followed after clearing the 41st Floor.
I checked to make sure there were no issues with the guild, registered a new Onahole clone with my increased Lewd Power, and deliciously ate the tteokgalbi side dish the building owner auntie made for me.
I also learned the skill book I bought last time.
The High-Level Curse Removal skill.
Apparently, this skill can easily remove all high-level curses.
The scroll had a minimum requirement of 1000 Divine Power, but of course, that was no restriction for me.
And finally, the wide-range skill using Divine Power that I had worked so hard to obtain.
<Holy Form Descent (聖形降臨) lv.1>
Consumes 300 Divine Power to drop a sigil containing one's own divine power from the sky.
This skill cost 70 billion, and since there were none on the market, I had to buy it at a high price.
In the past, it would have been an unimaginable price, but now it’s the kind of money I can make just by milking myself for a day.
‘But what kind of sigil drops?’
The skill description says it drops a ‘sigil containing one’s own divine power,’ but I have no idea what that means.
“Damn this unfriendly Tower. I’ll just try using it once.”
Curious, I entered the repeatable clear floor of the 39th Floor to test it out.
The enemies I encountered this time were centaurs.
On a vast plain, about a hundred centaurs armed with spears and shields were charging menacingly towards me, their eyes glowing red.
“Alright, let’s give this a shot! Come forth!!”
[Holy Form Descent]
A skill with a very literal meaning: a holy form descends.
‘So what’s going to descend?’
I looked up at the sky. The clouds parted, and…
“Huh…?”
Huge, pink buttocks(?), each about five meters in size, were rumbling down from the sky.
“What the fuck is that…”
Giant masses of flesh were descending from the sky, with pussies and even assholes on full display.
They looked similar to an onahole that was just the butt part.
CRASH!! RUMBLE!! CRASH!!
The centaurs were crushed to death by the giant buttocks.
Startled by the falling asses, they tried to flee in every direction, but the buttocks were practically covering the entire ground.
In the end, they were all crushed to death.
“What is this… No, seriously, why is this the thing that’s falling?”
There was no denying what it was; you could even clearly see the plump pussy.
In fact, the pussy between the butt cheeks seemed to be the main feature, rendered to be incredibly smooth and fuckable.
According to one viewer, this skill was actually a famous final-attack-type skill among priests who believed in Christianity.
Except for them, cross-shaped objects would descend and embed themselves in the ground…
“Then why the hell am I getting something like this, ugh…!”
Right. The power is decent.
But… how in the world am I supposed to use this?
Seriously, I feel like I’d die of shame the moment I used it.
I’ll just leave the area-of-effect attacks to the Pig Mage.
I have spear-throwing skills anyway, so I probably won’t need to use this unless I’m in a real bind.
“…I’ll just take my reward and leave.”
I received 3 Strength as a reward and left.
I had squeezed out some breast milk here and there during this Trial and the last one, but I hadn’t been able to get much.
So this time, I milked a large batch and rested for a night before moving on.
*
The next morning.
After greeting Choi Tae-su at his training room for the first time in a while and having a pleasant workout, I headed back to the Tower.
“Hoo… Please, let this Trial be something normal…”
The theme of the 43rd Floor is ‘Guard.’
If the 11th Floor was about being a prisoner, the 43rd was the opposite: I had to become a guard and control a prison-like place teeming with criminals.
Shwoong!
*
When I opened my eyes, a man in a blue uniform was saluting me.
“Are you the new Warden we were told was coming?”
I instinctively searched my pocket and found an ID card.
[Kurakan Prison Warden, Lee Do-hee]
‘Kurakan Prison? Even the name sounds weird…’
Just then, as always, the status window notification arrived a moment too late.
[Tiring~]
[You have been temporarily appointed as the Warden of a demi-human prison. Please maintain a safe state for one month, until their sentences are decided.]
‘Wait, a demi-human prison?’
Demi-human…
That’s right.
The inmates here weren’t human, but demi-humans.