Chapter 33
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 33
Chapter Title: Just Trying to Be Nice
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"......I'll say this upfront, but something like this happens maybe once in a thousand times."
"Lucky for you, I was that one in a thousand."
"Don't get cocky."
Ugh, just say thank you honestly...
"C-Rank dungeon's my first time, so I was just nervous."
"What?"
I froze solid at the shocking info.
In this dark night where zombies could be listening from anywhere, voices started rising.
"Why didn't you say it was your first?"
"You didn't ask."
"When I asked if you could handle B-Rank...!"
"Well, you're A-Rank, so B-Rank should be fine too, right?"
......Gulp.
No wonder she seemed so sloppy—this girl...
"You got a hunter license?"
"Nope."
My god.
I realized a crucial fact. Yuuna was a certified B-Rank pro hunter, but Stella's rank was just from the academy's comprehensive evaluation—not officially recognized by the Hunter Association.
Whoa, seriously...
I hadn't noticed since my stats rose evenly with levels, but Stella had poured everything into magic—viciously skewed to one side.
Was that why she couldn't resist at home, just grabbed by me? Not because she let her guard down?
"What? Got a problem?"
"......You don't play RPGs, do you?"
"Why ask that outta nowhere? ......Games are for idiots wasting their lives, right? What's that got to do with me?"
Stella had zero game sense. Narrow-minded to boot.
Always solo-queuing, she probably never even realized her own weaknesses.
In dungeons with goblin swarms, overwhelming firepower could crush everything and shorten clear times...
Maybe even farm multiple D-Rank clears in the time others did one—could be a solid strategy.
"Don't you think it's risky if you hit a trap or enemies pop up close?"
"Just handle 'em before that happens."
"Like that..."
"Ah, quit nagging! Who are you to butt into my life all of a sudden?"
Ugh, wanna flick her forehead so bad...
"I've been fine my way so far! Don't pull this oppa act now!"
"......Fine. What if I leave you here?"
"......"
"Think you can handle it alone?"
For a split second, Stella's eyes flashed with unease.
I regretted it a little.
I knew it'd scare her—that was immature.
I'd blindly trusted her "A-Rank" claim and dragged her into a dangerous dungeon.
Totally different from going with pro hunter Yuuna.
Clearly my responsibility.
'Leaving her to learn a lesson? That's nonsense...'
Then, a presence from behind.
Bang!
Flashlight in one hand, crossed with pistol in a Harris stance—crackle, spotted the enemy and blew its head off.
Personality Excretion!
Zombies had personalities too, huh.
No need for the overkill...
But the gunshot drew low "Uuuuuh" groans from spots all over the city—Stella flinched in fear.
"Eek..."
'No time to make an onahole.'
Gotta relocate fast.
"I'll help you walk."
"I can manage alone... Ah!"
"Don't push it. We're here to clear together anyway—lean on me for now."
"......"
Stella finally took my hand and stood.
We fled together, popping approaching zombies with gunshots.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
'Stella took out a ton too...'
Zombies were scary because of sheer numbers.
They shuffled slow, each weaker than an orc maybe... but when they started walling off with bodies, it got seriously creepy.
"No way to bail midway through the dungeon?"
"'Black Phantasmal Wings' would do it..."
Damn, no such rare item!
The heavy crossbag plus carrying Stella made moving tough, but no time for complaints.
"I'll clean up the pile."
Crackle-crackle!
Stella unleashed red lightning, charring the zombies black.
'Nice.'
Slipped into a safer building.
Still pitch black, but better shape than before.
Still rubble-strewn, cramped, and dim.
"Gotta find the leader and take it out."
Dragging injured Stella around would just make it worse.
'Gonna have to bet on Personality Excretion.'
Stella sat on some debris, her expression sour.
From a while back...
Zombie scared her?
"Stella? You okay?"
"......"
Shined the flashlight lightly around her body—she was trembling, shoulders shaking.
Face pale too...
"Hey, what's wrong? Speak. Zombie scratch you?"
Did she turn? What now?
"What if I zombify? Gonna kill me?"
"Lock you up so you can't bite, go hunt the boss."
"Not bitten. But... why... not even due date yet..."
"......"
Due date?
Off-schedule condition.
No way...
Shined the light on her legs—Stella jolted and yelled.
"Don't!"
"Ah, sorry..."
"Never do that."
"......"
Salt in the wound.
Stella's period had hit. Could say it's no big deal right now, but...
From a girl's perspective, it was huge.
Especially Stella—her shame was beyond words.
"......Wanna die. Worst. Day. Ever."
"Pads... none?"
"......"
She shook her head no.
Didn't pack anything, so no pads obviously.
I didn't either. Never dreamed we'd need 'em in a dungeon.
"Worst... really the worst... sob..."
"Calm down..."
"Calm down? How? Why crash into my life like this..."
Her hysterical sobs stabbed right at my heart.
"Let's catch our breath first."
I pulled out a water bottle and handed it over.
Split a hefty chocolate bar for calories too.
"Sweet stuff'll lift your mood a bit."
Stella glared at me like I was the enemy,
then scarfed the chocolate and stuck out her hand.
"One more."
"Haha..."
Opened another and gave it.
'From experience, dungeons only dismantle after the boss dies...'
Stella's condition was the pits.
She could solo 300 zombies easy,
but ambushed? Just a normal girl.
That bugged me.
Go solo for the boss?
Leaving anxious Stella behind...
"......"
"......What's with the gun?"
"Huh?"
Stella suddenly hit me with a question.
"Perpetual D-Rank trash hauling mismatched gear... but handling it pretty well."
Praise or insult? Hard to tell...
Stella looked seriously thrown too.
Wonder if it was 'cause her despised oppa was bailing her out this much.
"My main weapon. Glock 19."
Break rate had dropped big time.
Thanks to pumping Technique stats. Overall eval still D, just not updated yet.
Stats were plenty for soloing a C-Rank now.
Explains why casually shielding her and dragging her here
left such a strong impression on Stella.
"...Trash D-Rank... getting cocky."
Not the aggressive snark from before.
Period hitting in a place like this? Mental's wrecked...
Wanna help her somehow.
'Raid a convenience store in these ruins if there was one...'
This apocalypse downtown felt a thousand years decayed—no way to scavenge that here.
That's when it happened.
"Zombie?"
Harris stance with flashlight and pistol crossed, checked the corner.
There: an emaciated guy with a massive sack.
Didn't spot us, shuffling deeper inside.
"Stella. Wait here a sec."
"Wh-where you going?"
"Not far. 30 seconds run, tops."
"......Got it. Don't go far."
Gotta check what that is.
Boss? Kill on sight... wait.
Devil Merchant
Faceless Old Man
Unknown entity that wandered the Realm of Death for 4,000 years. Power rivals an SS-Rank hunter.
"Hey!"
Grabbed the devil merchant, gun still trained.
Sells stuff from this world and beyond, right?
The old man turned—hood up, but truly faceless like the description.
"......Not the goblin uncle, but you're a merchant, yeah?"
"Yes, all......"
"Got any pads for sale?"
"......"
'Damn. Can't laugh.'
Expressionless face—mood impossible to read.
"Pads? I'll buy if you're selling."
"......"
Rustle.
His bony arm twitched—I nearly pulled the trigger.
Dug in the sack, pulled out a white pack.
「Refreshing Feel♡」
「Organic Cotton Cover」 —a pack of pads.
"You really sell 'em..."
Nothing he doesn't stock. Jackpot...
"How much?"
Already shocked he had pads, but the price? Mind-blowing.
"Coins 112,110. All."
......
Like he'd peered right into my student ID account—exactly my total balance.
"That... is the value of these pads...... all."
Bullshit!
No pad costs that much! Even solid gold wouldn't!
Tons I wanted to say, but yeah—as Yuuna described.
Devil merchants prey on desperation with vicious deals.
If even he priced pads that high, what did it mean?
'Wanna yell no one'd buy, but...'
Structurally impossible to find pads in these ruins.
No clue how long till clear—hours? Maybe a full day.
Tell bleeding Stella "just hold it in" till then?
Situation's dire, she wouldn't whine... but...
'Wanna protect her.'
Recall a community post: even enemies lend pads.
That big a deal for girls.
'Kinda pricey...'
Kinda? Hell no.
5 coins for dinner with Hena ≈ 8,000 won, so...
Pads at 179,376,000 won...
"Any discount?"
"Greeeeee!! Queeeeeek!!"
Grandpa threw his arms up and screeched.
"Fine! Deal!"
Damn it!
Only guy running 170-million-won pad errands is me.
"Just checking—no miracle wound-heal potions?"
"Sold pads only, all......"
'Not a straight no. Fuck...'
"Throw in undies for changing? Service?"
"......Deal, all..."
Faceless geezer pulled a white panty set.
'Tempted to snatch the sack...'
Coins paid.
Devil Merchant departs the field...
"I'm back."
Cried? Stella's eyes were red-rimmed.
"Yeah."
Stella
Conquest Difficulty: B None | Onahole Aptitude: A-Rank
Numbers Virgin | Underwear: Cute chick-yellow panty set
(★) Onahole Trait: Delicious Lil Sis Pussy That Loves Discipline♡ Tsundere little sister's perfect-grip pussy is divine♡
Pretty face but severe man-hater. Etsol Academy top student with stellar potential. Foul-mouthed, prickly, lonely due to sharp personality.
Weak to her weaknesses. One rape to tame and train♡ Recognizes oppa as top dog? Utterly obedient.
'......'
"What's that in your hand...?"
Haha, so that's why I dropped 170 mil on pads.
"Picked it up."
Ultimate cool-guy bluff.
I'm that awesome oppa.
"......"
Stella spewed toxic barbs left and right, lorded her "A-Rank" status to belittle folks, extra merciless to her hated oppa.
Yet full of exploitable gaps—even Serena saw right through 'em.
Lonely girl craving a reliable oppa, frail blonde.
'Magic-specialized stats too. Doomed to get snagged by D-Rank perv oppa, helpless rape fate.'
Perfect galge heroine mold.
Like lovestruck Serena fixated on oppa,
Stella seemed destined for rough rape, dogeza groveling apologies at oppa's feet.
Crude sex appeal.
En-chan's usual schtick—nothing new.
Today? Just protect her.
And treat her right.
"Picked up undies... and pads?"
"Yeah."
En-chan's image flashed: choking out "rape time" to cocky blonde tsundere sis.
Explains the pad price.
If this mends things with Stella proper? No regrets.
"Thanks."
Stella broke down crying fat tears.
Deep relief—like first realizing I'm on her side.
Stella sobbed it out.
"...Thanks, oppa."