The Giant Who Made the Earth -1-
“Hnggg… grrr…♥”
In the end, we hadn’t even set out yet when I drained one more load from Coolrad’s pussy before finally starting the trek. But even after that, her temptations didn’t stop.
“Grrr~”
—Slrrp slrrp—
Crawling on all fours like she had at first, shaking her plump, apple-curved ass seductively,
“Nng nng♥ Master, my pussy itches♥”
—Sloooowly!!
—Sliiiide!!
Or spreading her legs because her pussy itched, dragging her body along with her pussy pressed to the ground in a pussy-skiing move like a cat or dog rubbing its ass—leaving trails of her juices behind.
“Grrr♥”
—Thud!!
“Grrrrr♥”
And every so often along the path, she’d flop onto the ground and writhe in place, striking lewd poses with an aroused expression. Who could imagine this girl was once the progenitor of all dragons, that mighty and noble ancient wyrm? Now she was nothing more than a cute puppy frolicking for her master, wagging her tail.
“Damn it!! Coolrad!! Are you a goddamn genius at getting my dick hard!?”
—Plunge!!
“Oogh!!♥”
Of course, she was too lewd and slutty to call merely “cute,” so even after I blew a load, my dick kept standing right back up in succession. Anyway, that’s how it went. Along the way, we painted the ground with pussy juice and thick white cum, and at last…
“Ooh.”
“Grrr.”
We arrived at the treasure vault where the dwarven royals stored their wealth.
As befitting a vault, the path twisted and turned, and there were traces of magic traps here and there, but the ratmen and Parnil had cleared and renovated it over a long time, so the journey was smooth without any real issues.
—Clink.
And what appeared before our eyes was a massive mountain of treasure, gold mingled with jewels and artifacts. The entire field of view was filled with gold—as if gazing upon a sea of the stuff. Even I, who saw precious metals and gems as shiny, useless trash, couldn’t help but gasp at the sheer scale.
‘Magic tools, grimoires, and weapons are buried amid the gold here and there.’
The gold, precious metals, and jewels were so overwhelming in quantity, but there were plenty of those treasures too.
‘Anything useful among them?’
The dwarves had long forgotten what lay in the southern Arakasia Mountains, in their current state—they’d never come here anyway. So ‘this is mine now.’
And these abandoned ancient underground cities in the southern mountains were quite useful too. They’d make a fine third base after the Forest of Beginnings underground and the Ruins of Ghosts.
Plus, I spotted rare ores scattered about, so having Lexi reinforce my gear and the girls’ equipment was worth considering. Our gear was starting to lag behind our levels.
‘I can have the undead I made from the army in the swamp last time, and the ratmen outside, handle managing and sorting these treasures.’
The abandoned underground cities would be theirs to manage too.
Anyway, with the treasure mountain sorted, it was time to head to the real heart of this vault: the chamber holding Volcanus’s heart.
‘The treasures themselves block the path to where the heart lies.’
Whether intentional or not, the sheer mass and volume of treasure made for a formidable obstacle. Most of it was gold coins, so feet could sink deep, or a careless step might trigger an avalanche of coins burying or sweeping someone away. The vault door at the far end was completely hidden by the towering treasure mountain.
‘According to Parnil’s memories, there was a teleport device usable only by the king right in front of the door.’
But the dwarves had destroyed it themselves while fleeing, rendering it unusable.
Still, it wasn’t much of an obstacle for me. With physical prowess and footwork, I could cross lightly. Or make a flying undead, share vision, and teleport over; or just use flight magic. Plenty of options.
But
“Coolrad.”
“Grr!!”
The moment I spoke and sent the mental command, Coolrad reacted.
I’d just pulled a fresh Living Death like popping a new car from the lot, and now there was the perfect chance to test it.
—Vrrrrm!!
Black, pallid light erupted rapidly from Coolrad’s body, soon enveloping her entirely. The light expanded swiftly, forming the shape of a colossal dragon.
“GRRROOOOAAAAA!!!!”
The being that burst through pierced the world with overwhelming presence and oppressive aura, roaring outward.
—Rumble!!
—Clang!!
The vault and its treasure mountain shook like an earthquake. Ominous vibrations rattled the floor, outer walls, and everything else, while the clear chime of metals clashing filled the once-silent space.
“Grr!!”
There stood the Draculich form I’d first seen when creating her.
‘She’s even bigger than Sollenira, the core material.’
Hell, she dwarfed Parnil, who’d been noticeably larger than Sollenira. Probably enhanced beyond the originals and materials.
“Grrr!!”
Anyway, now in full Draculich mode, Coolrad pressed her body low to the ground, lowering her height as much as possible for me to mount easily. It was an oddly obedient pose for such a terrifying undead dragon, but whether in dragon or human form, her essence hadn’t changed—she was still just my affectionate, loyal Living Death.
—Thud!!
I leaped aboard, landing on her back.
“Gonna need a saddle later. Sitting on one of her vertebrae works for now, but as a classic undead dragon, it’s all bones—kinda awkward to ride bare.”
“Grrr.”
Coolrad nodded as if agreeing.
“Alright, let’s go.”
“GRRAAAAA!!”
—BOOM!!
Her massive golden wings, spanning longer than her body, flapped powerfully.
—Clang!!
True to a dragon, she channeled mana through her wings for propulsion, kicking up tremendous wind pressure. With one flap, we were already near the vault’s high ceiling—not on the floor anymore.
The vault’s immense size left enough room for even a giant dragon to fly.
—BOOM!!
We soared over what could only be called a golden sea of treasure and reached the vault door at the opposite end in no time. “Quickly” was an understatement—it felt instantaneous at that speed.
“Hmm.”
The vault door was enormous and ornate, lavishly decorated with gold, silver, and gems. Its face bore a massive carving of a red giant shaping the earth—likely Volcanus himself.
—Thump thump!!
I approached and tapped it lightly with my knuckles. “Lightly,” but enough to pulp a normal human.
—Vrrrrm.
The door looked sturdy, and mana flowed visibly across its surface—magical wards. And beyond that, something else.
‘The earthy aura like in Volcanix and the Arakasia Great Death Worm—Volcanus’s divinity.’
Far denser and more intense than before, saturating the air. It guarded the door.
‘How to breach this…’
After a moment’s thought, I settled on the optimal solution.
“Coolrad, wait here a sec.”
“Grr♥.”
She’d shifted back to human form and nodded.
With such thick divinity inside, who knew what awaited? Better to enter solo first.
With that, I stood before the door.
—Vrrrrrm!!
Circulating my mana via the Pendragon mana reinforcement technique—modified for undead and spirits—wrapping it around my body, then layering my heart power like armor over it.
In that state—
—Step step.
I strode straight for the door.
My steps didn’t falter, so soon my body met the door’s surface.
—Vrrrrrm!!
—Vrrrm!!
—Grrrrrind!!!
The door’s mana, divinity, and my mana and heart power clashed. Immense pressure built at the contact point.
—Shatter!!
The door’s power broke first, crumbling like glass with a sharp crack and scattering.
—Thud!!
As it dispersed, my flesh met the solid metal. Normally, soft flesh would dent against hard metal—but
—Grrrrrind!!!
The door crumpled instead. It dented in my body’s exact shape, metal folding like paper.
[Pass Wall (Physical)]
—Grrrind!!
Crash!!
Moments later, unable to withstand my body’s density and strength, the door shattered, propelling me into the vault interior.
A hole in the perfect shape of my body gaped in the door.
And inside—
—Vrrrrrooooom!!!
A massive heart-like object of black stone and red crystal, radiating tremendous power.
—Thump thump thump!!!
—Pulsate pulsate.
It throbbed rhythmically like a real heart, spewing hot lava instead of blood.
And next to it—
[Kahahaha!! To think someone would barge in like that!!]
A translucent man with black skin and red hair like Lexi’s, laughing heartily before the stone-crystal heart. He had a build and musculature like mine—tough yet refreshingly bold.
His booming laugh felt like the earth itself quaking.
Volcanus’s divinity poured from him, matching the heart’s output.
[Manly as hell!! I like it!! Kahahaha!!]
“Who’re you?”
I had a good guess, but asked politely anyway.
His hearty, joyous laughter gradually faded.
Finally, as it died, he spoke.
[I am Volcanus!! Or rather, his remnant. Nice to meet you, young godling!]