Chapter 203

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 203

Chapter Title: The Goddesses' Request

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First, we settled the stat shards.

"Unnie, Intellect! So-hee, give me yours too!"

"Give Eun-jeong's to me!"

We got 150 from the spheres. We divided them evenly into six parts—25 each.

Next up was escorting Ju Ah-hyun and Kim Yu-rim to the Bitch Squad.

The Bitch Squad had arrived at the rest area half a day ahead of us, so everyone was crashing in Im Ah-rin's guild dorms, grabbing rooms and resting. Only Im Ah-rin had come out after hearing the news from my spirit and took the two with her.

"Ah-hyun, Yu-rim."

Before they left, I handed them the gear they needed. I fitted them with the [Magic Engineering Set], gave Ju Ah-hyun ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a sword, and Kim Yu-rim the morphing resonance hammer.

"Min-jun-ssi, is this... a hammer?"

"Yeah."

Kim Yu-rim looked a bit bewildered. And who could blame her? The hammer was bigger than she was.

"I've never handled a weapon like this before..."

"Practice with it. Hammers are great for mobbing hunts and taking down giant mobs. When everyone's stumped by the sheer size, your weapon will come in handy."

"Ah."

"Especially since it pairs perfectly with your ability."

Kim Yu-rim's ability was [Critical Strike].

[Critical Strike: The first attack is guaranteed to be a critical hit.]

Her activation passive meshed well with the tricky-to-use [Resonance Hammer].

And sure enough, the hammer—which had only useless options for me and my party—picked up some solid ones the moment Kim Yu-rim gripped it.

[Morphing Resonance Hammer - Heavy Blow: Critical hits trigger on attacks with a certain probability.]

She seemed thrilled with the item effect, clutching it tight with a beaming smile.

"Thank you, Min-jun-ssi. I'll make good use of it."

"Good. Don't fight when you get there—just focus on your roles. I'll drop by now and then to give you a good railing."

"Yes! Thanks for the gear!"

It might've felt bittersweet sending them off without Lee Eun-jeong, but...

I'd equipped them well and emphasized that the guild was mine too—that their presence was vital for its survival. They ended up leaving thrilled.

'That leaves just one bow from the [Magic Engineering Weapons].'

There were plenty of swords, but from Sacrifice Island, the special ones were just the bow, axe, and hammer.

'[Magic Engineering Weapons] should hold up fine through mid-Trials.'

So, all I had to do was find an owner for the bow. If no one showed, I could always sell it off.

"Ah-rin, go crash and get more rest. See you later."

"Yes, you rest up too, Min-jun-ssi. Catch you later."

With external business wrapped up quick, I headed back to the dorm. Everyone but the Saintess was already out riding Dracos, judging by the racket outside.

The fun of mounting Dracos was apparently addictive—they'd probably be riding them every rest area visit for a while.

"Why's Ha-na-ssi inside?"

"Ah, Kumora's clothes don't fit her right. I offered mine, but they're too small."

Versh villagers were tiny.

Not quite dwarf-sized, but at 140cm with proportionally petite builds, they looked more like short beastfolk than humans.

"Just have her wear her old ones for now. We'll shop tomorrow."

"Yeah, guess so."

"By the way, Ha-na-ssi, that outfit looks great on you."

"Oh, really?"

The [Versia Priestess Clothes Set] from the Versia commission naturally went to the Saintess.

It was undeniably luxurious.

Her previous [Robes of Lumina] were black and lacy, giving off a seductive, sexy vibe. This new set toned down the risqué bits but exuded elegance, with fabric screaming noble or royal quality.

It was like the clothes had wings—elevating the Saintess's looks even more. And there was a real effect too.

[Set Effect: Increases wearer's Charm.]

But scanning the item stats, that was just a side bonus.

Insane specs across the board.

50% presence reduction was one thing, but mana not depleting below 5% of max? Total game-changer.

Take the Saintess's [Tiriel's Blessing] that generates mana shields—now she could spam it infinitely as long as mana existed.

'Depending on the situation, this could last into mid-to-late Trials.'

Jackpot. No one around, so I pulled the Saintess into a Latin dance-style embrace.

"Hehe."

Like she'd been waiting, she draped her hands over my shoulders and hugged back, planting kiss after kiss.

"H-huh...!"

Kumora, sandwiched between us, flushed red and floundered. Fair enough—massive tits loomed over her head, a massive cock pressed against her belly.

"Ugh... c-can you move aside a bit...?"

Haha, totally flustered.

"Hey, why not have Kumora try on the Robes of Lumina? They adjust size freely, right?"

"Won't work. Those perks only apply to us players."

"Ah, right. Better store it safely then."

"Hm? Not selling it?"

The Saintess smiled brightly, nibbling my earlobe.

"You liked it on me, so I'll keep it. Wear it for special occasions."

Our Saintess was adorable.

"C'mere. Let's celebrate the new fit right now."

"Eyes are on us, you know. Behave."

Kumora had given up resisting, staring wide-eyed at our antics.

"Fun fact: Kubara age translates to twenty, so she's at least that."

"Eh, really?"

"And primitive folk know the basics already."

So, I'd give her a taste later.

Versia got her horny and bailed—time to collect from her follower. Versia probably got lonely with one devotee; she'd love a bunch of kids.

"Ahk! Ahk! Hngh!"

Right in front of Kumora, I railed the robed Saintess twice, wiped my dirty cock on her tongue, and stood.

Sunset was fading into dusk outside.

"Whew, good fun. Time to head out."

"Ah, dinner time."

"That too, but with Kumora here, we've got business."

Flanked by Saintess and Kumora, I descended to the first floor.

Grab.

Midway, I groped Kumora's ass. She stiffened but stayed put.

She'd started squirming but went still seeing the Saintess.

My fingers plunged into the Saintess's crotch, and she took it casually—so Kumora followed suit.

Maybe realizing my position here, submitting to the pecking order.

'Unlike Kubara, she's meek and quick on the uptake—no extra training needed.'

Squelch. Squelch-squelch-squelch.

I leisurely explored Kumora's pussy and hymen on the way down before letting go. Still, she stuck by my side like the Saintess.

"Woo-hoo!"

"Faster! Faster!"

Long after I'd mingled with the Saintess, my party was still racing Dracos like it was a competition. Their tracks stretched like rails, forming a racetrack.

'Worried about pasturing Dracos? Unnecessary.'

Space—not temp or humidity—was the real issue raising Dracos. Huge and fast beasts.

Like cramming giant koi in a tiny tank.

Thud-thud-thud.

That 70 million point land expansion was paying off now.

3,000 pyeong flatland, 1,000 pyeong lake.

Way bigger than Versh village—plenty for six Dracos to romp.

"Hey! You lot! Don't you know this is a farm?! I'll kill you!"

Inope hopped mad, bellowing. Not at my party, but two riderless Dracos trampling crops and digging earth.

Pat-pat-pat.

Inope lunged yelling; they had enough sense to flee briefly.

But "briefly" meant huge leaps, forcing Inope to give up chase.

'Gotta fence off the farmland, Dracos or not.'

Their size meant farmers like Inope yelling red-faced would be common.

'Anyway, dorm holding up?'

Next worry after pasturing: their reckless charges.

Crops already flattened—they couldn't control speed well.

Feared a ram into our dorm, but...

Thud!

Lucky. Like hitting an invisible wall—no damage.

Kree? Kreee?

The Draco just shook its dazed head like a bird off a window.

"Inope, long time."

"Ah! Min-jun-ssi!"

'Our Inope looks different.'

Short bob cut, hefty tits, pronounced hips. Thicker thighs. Sweat-soaked clothes.

Sexier than before.

Farmer? Could model for adult mags.

Inope, mid-Draco chase protecting crops, spotted me, approached, and bowed politely.

"Working hard. You're a full farmer now."

"Still a ways off."

She glanced at my crotch. Heated from reunion—nipples perked through her shirt. [Nights Undressed] was scary.

I pushed Kumora forward.

"Your new dormmate starting today."

"?"

"H-hi. I'm K-Kumora."

Inope stared, then grinned wide.

"I'm Inope. Nice to meet you."

"Y-yes!"

Huh? Took to her easy. Expected some hazing.

Makes sense—that was Inope.

The one wreaking havoc in Haran.

But her loving gaze at Kumora explained.

'Ah, got it.'

Adoring eyes.

Inope bullied cute, innocent-looking female players. Kumora fit perfectly.

"Wh-whoa? Kyang!"

Inope grabbed her hand; Kumora approached, headbutted her belly by accident—no anger, just overflowing affection.

"S-sorry! Inope-ssi!"

"No-no. Our Kumora did nothing wrong. Headbutt away. Call me unnie."

"Huh?"

"Say unnie."

Already groping Kumora's ass.

'Works out fine.'

Better than fighting.

I offered a hand to the fallen Kumora; she darted behind Inope like new shelter.

Kumora liked her too.

Inope beamed, barely holding laughter.

"Kumora."

"Y-yes?"

"I'm handing those to you. Can you raise them right?"

"The Dracos...?"

"Yeah. Your job here's feeding, walking them."

The 140cm Kumora blinked cutely and nodded.

"O-okay. But I have a request."

"Request?"

Odd. What could Kumora want? No sex? Then she pulled something from her bosom.

"......"

Familiar—a small Versia statue from her sanctuary. She'd grabbed it fleeing. Devout.

"Why that?"

"Could you make a small sanctuary for me and Lady Versia?"

Ah, classic greedy goddess. Made sense—needed one for mana stone tithes.

"Hmm."

I feigned disinterest; Kumora panicked. Versia's face probably matched.

Stall for time...

"Wh-what about the goddess?"

As Kumora teared up, I answered.

"I'd love to grant you and Versia's request. But what about Arseina-ssi?"

"Ar-Arseina...?"

Kumora clueless on Arseina. Only knew Versia.

"Hm, I'd prefer a direct chat."

Like waiting, pop—Versia burst from thin air. Saintess gawked; Inope and Kumora startled.

"Min-jun-ssi, can we three talk alone?"

Versia appeared in see-through negligee hiding panties, face urgent like Kumora's twin. I nodded, leading Kumora inside to the first floor.

"So, what's the deal? I gotta side with Arseina over Versia."

"Of course. Got Arseina's permission already."

Oh. Anticipated me—begged Arseina.

No hassle asking Arseina myself to keep Versia promise.

"Condition: Build Arseina's sanctuary first."

Alert popped up.

'Arseina's sanctuary, huh.'

Ridiculous. Reward TBD.

Sanctuaries need the god's fave interior, scale, and symbolic item.

"Accepted."

Symbolic item from Versia.

Speechless.

'Insane—orichalcum, god's metal? With buffs?'

Arseina statue appears late Selection Process in rest areas—her sanctuary's there.

Entry costs a fortune.

And it didn't have these effects, per memory.

'Damn.'

Worth housing alone.

Top ancient god indeed.

Gotta gift Versia for the gig. Reveling inwardly...

"You! Gimme that!"

"Eh?!"

Versia snatched her statue from Kumora. Kumora teared up like a kid losing candy.

Why take from the kid? Versia swapped the crude old one for a shiny new, curvy beauty—waist nipped, face gorgeous. Material lesser than Arseina's, but pretty.

'Personal bias galore.'

Bigger tits than real, hips like a black goddess.

"Manage it well! Clean morning, noon, night! I'm watching!"

"Huh?"

"See ya next, Min-jun-ssi!"

Handed off new statue, Versia vanished satisfied.

Kumora blinked, then asked.

"...Who was that?"

"Your goddess."

"Ah!"

Awe-struck. From near-tears to sparkling eyes.

'Versia's a looker.'

Beauty plus divine glow.

Even I, used to Shin Seo-yeon and seductive monsters, was impressed by her aura.

For primitive Kumora, seeing only herdbeasts and reptiles? ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Mind-blowing.

"Ahh, Lady Versia!"

Sanctuary building, though.

Headache. Can't half-ass top god's.

Lucky—I remembered Arseina's from endgame Trials: interiors, structures.

Issue: Can't solo it...

'Need right talent. Prior research too.'

Next Trial unavoidable.