Chapter 75
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 75
Chapter Title: Seems Useful
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'...Is that finally it?'
He swung his sword with a whoosh, shaking the blood off onto the ground, then stood at the cave entrance.
It wasn't even midnight yet, shrouded in thick darkness. On the cliff faintly illuminated by moonlight, only the quiet waves lapped gently.
'It's so quiet.'
At some point, the mobs had abruptly stopped coming. In other words, he'd taken out all the monsters that appeared at night.
'Exactly 471 of them.'
There might have been more, but that was how many he'd caught.
'Haha, cleared out all the night mobs, so there's nothing left to hunt.'
A ridiculous situation made him chuckle. Who knew something like this could happen... He turned back and dealt with all the corpses that hadn't despawned yet.
This was the second trial, so he wasn't sure exactly how it worked, but if nothing unusual happened, it would take at least eight hours for them to respawn.
'By then, it'll be close to morning, so no more attacks, I guess.'
Climbing now would be a sweet deal, but he still had business here.
"...Is it over now?"
He considered sending the women up first but shook his head. Even with moonlight, scaling the cliff in the dark was dangerous.
Visibility was limited, leading to massive stamina drain and mental fatigue.
'And that could lead to accidents.'
They could barely make it during the day—nighttime was a terrible choice.
"Um..."
"Yes, it's over for now. But don't come outside. They could show up again anytime."
"Ah, got it! Thank you for saving us today!"
The curious woman bowed politely in greeting, then headed back inside.
He picked only the magic stones from the junk loot. Grabbing more would help his funds a bit, but with only ten inventory slots, there was no space.
[Magic Stones × 97]
'97 from 471 kills. The 10x drop rate is paying off big time.'
Normally, he'd have gotten maybe nine from that many. [Resident Privilege] was the best.
'No more coming, right?'
Regretfully, he poked his head outside and scanned around. After a long look, no wingbeats could be heard.
'At least I got the achievement, so that's some consolation.'
[Caught Some Bats (Common)]
Deal 30% additional damage to bats.
He could upgrade it to advanced with more kills, but that was a quiet regret...
Taking small comfort in the accomplishment, he turned and headed back into the cave. After some fun farming, now it was time for food and rest.
However...
"G-Good work."
"Mm. You worked hard."
Hm.
Something felt off.
Their voices were sincerely grateful, but the women were edging away from him hesitantly.
Spotting one pinching her nose clued him in.
'Right, I'm covered head to toe in blood.'
Slashing through 471 had drenched him in blood and guts—the stench must be brutal.
"I'll clean up and come back."
"I'll help you!"
The curious woman followed him out.
"It's fine."
Even so, she insisted, coming out and glancing around. Wondering why, he belatedly noticed her state.
Shivering.
'Ah, that's it.'
Her body trembled from the cold.
It was definitely chilly here. High altitude, cold and fierce winds. A fire would help, but the gusts made it pointless.
'That's why she's been popping in and out. Too cold to stay still.'
Movement generates body heat.
And even if not, her lingering near the battlefield had a reason.
The hot monster fluids made outside warmer than deep inside.
"Here, a towel. It's dirty from my sweat, but... use it."
She handed him a towel. He smiled faintly and took it.
"Thanks. Don't stay out in the cold—take these inside and start a fire."
He gave her firewood and matches. Her kindness was appreciated, and he needed to wash and rest without them freezing.
"O-Oh? Y-Yes!"
She scurried inside with them. Soon, excited chatter mixed with flickering firelight from within.
But by the time he'd leisurely washed, toweled off thoroughly, changed into spare clothes from his bag, and returned, the wood was just scorched—no flame.
"W-What do we do? We used all the matches."
"S-S-Sorry."
The women apologized. Seemed they couldn't get it lit. Maybe lack of skill, but the wind was ferocious.
'Even my body heat's dropping fast.'
He could feel it dripping away.
If he felt it after rolling with monsters, what about them?
Shivering.
No firelight to check color, but their blue lips were obvious.
Rocks were cold, gear ditched— just thin clothes...
'No food means no internal heat.'
A fire would be ideal, but even that failed. They'd have to tough it out bodily.
'Probably no sleep tonight.'
Most trial nights were miserable, brutal, harsh like this.
Monsters weren't the only issue. The environment was the real killer.
Tents or mats would help, but with nothing, the women trembled in despair.
"W-We’re done for. We’ll die here. Sob."
"Damn, shouldn’t have ditched the bags."
The encroaching cold weighed on his mind too.
'If I'd snapped those bats' necks and grilled their mouths and asses, they'd make 3-4 hour hot packs.'
Tucking two like dolls on each side would be comfy. Too late now—they were all gone.
Anyway, problem persisted.
No sound sleep like this.
'If the Saintess were here, her recovery could maintain body heat. Shame.'
He thought of fleeing to her for warmth against those big tits, but seeing the curious woman struggle with the wood changed his mind.
If they were this desperate to survive, maybe give them a shot.
"What's your name?"
"Me? Im A-rin."
Not a memorable name.
Without him, she'd likely die here.
Click.
He snatched the wood, set it aside, and pulled a lantern from his bag, igniting light.
"Ah."
Bright glow eased their faces. In trial darkness, light was hope, comfort.
He eyed their states.
'Blue lips. At least two or three will die of hypothermia.'
Tucking arms under pits, huddling penguin-like for warmth—they looked dire.
"Forget the fire for now. Let's eat first."
"Food...? Yeah, I want some."
"But we don't have..."
Clad only in clothes, no weapons—they had nothing. He pulled eight snack packs from inventory, setting them down. Eyes widened.
"Huh? Home Run Balls?"
From a vending machine—high calories, best choice among options.
"A-Are you giving these to us?"
"For real?"
They didn't question the sudden appearance. Survival mattered more.
Cold and hunger were priorities, easing talks.
"Follow my proposal, and I'll give one per person."
"!!"
He revealed water and blankets next. Greed flickered stronger.
"Water too, and these blankets. I'll ensure you eat warm tonight."
"What's the proposal?!"
Eyes wide, urging him on.
He smiled, standing.
After some back-and-forth, faces flushed, they hesitantly approached, offering asses.
"Time to collect payment."
Smack. Smack.
"...Yes, please."
Squelch. Rip—
"Ahng..."
Right there, he took bodily payment from all eight.
He opened his eyes.
First sight: three blankets patched over the inner passage.
Secured tightly at edges, blocking outer wind.
Opposite exit: charred wood faintly smoking, venting last warmth.
'Definitely warmer.'
Wind blocked, fire lit—cave air warmed instantly. Eyes stung from smoke, but better than freezing.
'Floor cold blocked well too.'
Sixty blankets thick under them, insulating perfectly.
'Cheap 1-point rags from the general store.'
[Fresh Core] refreshed them like new, odor-free.
He'd rushed to resell as new, but repurchase was still 1 point. No exploits.
Bargain well used regardless.
"Mm."
Around him: naked beauties with fine figures lay, his cum leaking and drying from their holes.
'Nothing beats human body heat for warming up.'
Didn't old kings keep young girls to warm beds—and more?
He fondled varied tits and asses, recalling last night's skins.
"Mm. Cum inside..."
They twitched, crawling into his arms. Morning light let closer inspection.
'All in their twenties.'
Young, under thirty.
Inevitable. Age brought muscle loss, low stats—even maxing strength/stamina, survival was tough.
'These trained on Earth. No flab, firm asses—fit to survive.'
Trials demanded physical prowess.
After a year, few old women, kids, elders left.
Young mages survived via help, like that couple—riding the bus.
Like his team's Saintess. Dependency.
'Young skin's so smooth.'
Pussies too.
Five virgins, three experienced—all tight by his standards.
Feeling soft tits pressing, he groped eight asses again.
"Y-You're awake?"
Awakened by touch, Im A-rin yawned, crawling cat-like to bury her face in his crotch.
Slurp. Slurp.
Sucking sounds roused others to lick chest, toes, everywhere.
Soon Im A-rin mounted, hips bucking—dawning day two in [Crimson Sea Cliffside].
"Time to head up."
Finishing morning stretches atop him, they tidied clothes, faces refreshed.
Well-fed, rested, satisfied(?), they brimmed with energy.
"The guys might be waiting for us."
He pondered revealing, then decided carefully.
"Probably no male survivors."
"Huh?"
"What do you..."
Eyes shook, staring. No need for details.
"You can guess why."
"......"
Giant bat swarm. Even surviving that, night's cold was lethal.
No food all day, no warmth—slim odds.
"Ah."
One burst into tears.
Close tie, lover or family.
"I see..."
"...Yeah, we got lucky last night."
Two others looked bitter—not kin, but first-trial party mates, bonded by life/death.
They'd seen enough death.
"Hang in there."
The other five pitied them with comfort.
Relief lingered too—alive.
"Thanks."
"Really grateful for last night."
All sent him warmth, affection. Genuine, rewarding to help.
Mourning brief, Im A-rin clapped to rally.
"Instead, how about we party up? Survivors together."
Wise—reform after wipe. Humans thrive in groups.
"Good idea. Fate brought us."
"Yeah. Not everyday bond—we heated up last night."
"Eight sisters-at-once? Rare. Hehe."
"All girls then?"
Im A-rin's pitch; they pondered, nodded.
"Intriguing."
"Sounds fun."
Interest piqued. He watched amused too.
He checked Im A-rin's ability.
<Unique Ability>
Emits a special veil boosting nearby women's stats by 20% of the owner's.
'Fun ability.'
Stronger with more women.
Even better: similar to Black Wolf Guildmaster Lee Jong-chul's, but superior.
'Penalty, but 50% self-boost and double veil—top-tier.'
Born leader.
Saving her revealed gems.
And more.
"Name the party too."
They rallied, seeming set on all-girls group.
'Girls forming a squad.'
Normally advise against, but Myth ability intriguing. Members solid.
'Reached 600m in this hellhole—mental steel. Bodies fit too.'
Trained, rivaling young men in base stats.
Then.
He smiled, setting food before them.
"To celebrate your new group, these."
They stared, then dropped pants. He waved no.
"Payment done. Consider it merchant investment, sponsorship."
40-ish points—chump change for goodwill.
Not for them.
"Kang Min-jun, right?"
"You're... amazing."
Help at rock bottom buys hearts.
Affection bloomed.
"Thanks."
"We'll remember."
Yet pants dropped.
"Uh, why?"
"Service for sponsor. Relax."
Im A-rin led; affection dripping, they approached.
Oops, unintended...
Service? Enjoy leisurely.
Thud thud thud thud!
"Ahng! Ahng! Hngh!"
He stacked eight in a tower, pounding from behind. Celebratory creampies each.
Grabbing hair, he said:
"Skip that—how about my personal fuckhouse party? Act normal, but come ass-up whenever I call."
"T-That's..."
"We're not onaholes..."
Initial resistance, but like that couple's girl, womb-probing unlocked bliss—unanimous yes.
"Y-Yes! Please, that cock...!"
"Me too!"
Panting under him, asses wiggling sow-like, swearing as his toilets, squirting yogurt-thick devotion.
"No spreading for other men?"
"N-No! Promise...!"
Morning wasted, but worth it—acquired all-girl org.
Thus, Crimson Sea Sisters.
Crimson Sea Bitches around him. First sales-conquered, declaring onahole status.
Nonexistent in round one, but investments pay eventually.
"Oh right. A-rin, recruit more. Fresh tastes anytime."
"Y-Yes! Hngh."
Womb-broken Im A-rin squirted, nodding fiercely.
She'd manage.
Won't? Sales were funding anyway.
'Alright, time to climb again.'