Hiding the Dungeon 2
Marlin carefully planted the seeds, and I used the Ancient Druid Wood Ring to sprout them, accelerating their growth. As I poured mana into the wooden ring, they quickly grew into trees as tall as a person.
"Wara rara?"
Marlin looked shocked; she hadn't known the ring I'd given her had such power.
"Maybe they can't grow bigger since they're just seeds. Take good care of these trees now. I'll come back when the golden wheat ripens, so gather it up nice and tight."
"Wara rara~"
She nodded with a cute smile. I slumped onto the table, catching my breath from mana exhaustion. Marlin fidgeted anxiously, worried about me.
"Don't worry. It's just a bit of mana depletion. Oh, right—got anything good for stamina? I heard cutie goblins kidnap guys and force-feed them stamina potions."
Cutie goblins kidnap men and turn them into cumdumps. They provide insane stamina boosters, but no adventurer had ever figured out the recipe. The goblins would never share it, so it remained a mysterious secret.
Marlin's eyes widened, and she nodded. Whistling, she rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. Not finding what she wanted, she gestured for me to wait, grabbed a basket, and dashed off somewhere.
I slowly looked around the house she'd built. Her craftsmanship was no joke. The table was carved from a solid log, and the chairs were hand-hewn in one piece. Instead of lamps, she'd coated pumpkin petals to make pretty shades. When I shook one lightly, the fireflies inside glowed with all their might.
"Oh my~~♥"
The interior was perfectly to my taste.
Soon, Marlin returned to the windmill, panting hard. Her basket overflowed with bizarre mushrooms and herbs of all kinds, plus blue fruits glistening with dew. She grinned proudly at me, then bustled straight to the kitchen.
I watched her back with interest. The cheerful thunk, thunk of her pounding herbs and mushrooms in a small mortar rang out. Her hands moved with precise, unhesitating speed—like a seasoned pharmacist with decades of experience.
Is that… the legendary stamina potion recipe?
The mysterious elixir that cutie goblins fed their male sex slaves, restoring any fatigue and keeping cocks hard all night. Even in the novel, its secrets were never revealed.
If I could get that recipe, it'd bring wealth beyond compare to the golden wheat seeds.
Marlin dumped the ground powder into a small pot, squeezed juice from the blue fruits, and mixed it in. She added some mystery liquid, set it over low heat, and stirred slowly. Soon, a sweet yet bitter, eerie aroma filled the kitchen. Just smelling it made my groin twitch with illusionary power.
How much time passed? Marlin brought me a wooden bowl filled with the thickened, jelly-like dark green substance from the pot. Steam rose lazily from the surface as it slowly set.
"Wara raral?"
'Try it.' Her eyes said it all.
I hesitated. Even if Marlin meant well, I couldn't just swallow some monster-made mystery drug on a whim. But her gaze held pure, unwavering trust—no hint of doubt. It was devotion, offering her most precious possession.
I couldn't ignore those eyes.
"Alright, I'll trust you."
I scooped a spoonful of the green jelly with the wooden spoon and popped it in my mouth. The instant it hit my tongue, a fierce bitterness enveloped it. But it vanished quickly, replaced by a refreshing forest freshness and honey-sweet delight.
And the changes hit immediately.
Mana depletion fatigue evaporated in a flash. Vitality surged through my body. Sore muscles relaxed, my mind cleared.
But above all…
"…Fuck."
My cock swelled rock-hard, uncontrollable stamina flooding my veins. Like a volcano erupting, testosterone coursed through every artery. This wasn't just a stamina booster. It combined mana recovery, fatigue relief, and top-tier erectile dysfunction cure— a true miracle drug.
You have consumed Golden Goblin's Advanced Elixir.
All stats increased by 10% for 12 hours.
Stamina recovery speed increased by 200% for 12 hours.
"…This is insane, for real."
I stared at the system window in shock. This was borderline cheat-level buff item.
I looked at Marlin with awe.
"How… did you make this?"
She just smiled shyly. Satisfied with my reaction, she sidled up, rested her head on my arm. Her soft golden hair tickled my skin.
Unable to contain myself, I pulled her into a fierce embrace and ravaged her again. The elixir's effects exceeded imagination—endless stamina, inexhaustible libido. I fucked her long and hard; she welcomed every bit of me eagerly. The windmill filled with our moans and passion.
The sun began to set. Regretfully, I prepared to leave. Marlin couldn't hide her disappointment but saw me off quietly, knowing I'd return.
I asked how to make the remaining elixir, gesturing wildly for her to draw the recipe on paper.
She pondered, then fetched charcoal from the kitchen and sketched on old parchment: drawings of herbs, mushrooms, fruits, and simple diagrams showing order and mixing. Intuitive and detailed enough for anyone illiterate to follow.
Sudden system message.
"…Huh? I just asked for it."
I tucked the recipe away preciously. This wasn't for selling—it'd be my massive personal buff item.
Finally, I hugged Marlin deeply.
"I'll definitely come back. Stay safe till then."
"Wara ra…"
She nodded small in my arms. I kissed her forehead one last time and finally headed for the gate.
Trudging through the wheat field, my nape prickled oddly.
"What… Marlin. You can't follow."
"Wara rarara."
She waved goodbye again, like a rural wife sending her husband off to war.
Passing through the gate back to the empty park, I spun around without hesitation. The gate shimmered like heat haze, blatantly exposed.
Like it was advertising, 'I'm right here.' Unease washed over me.
"A hidden dungeon, huh…"
I glanced at the Ancient Druid Wood Ring on my right hand. It promoted plant growth, communed with them, enhanced or mutated traits. With this power, it was possible.
"No half-assed ivy crap."
This wasn't camouflage—it had to be perfect concealment. No one should even imagine a gate here; physically block all access.
I pictured the ideal plant. From my construction site days, hacking away at thorny bushes around the perimeter—nothing blocked people better.
Closing my eyes, I focused on the ring. Warmth spread from my fingertips, linking to the earth. Like my nerves rooting into the soil—a bizarre sensation.
I summoned the image of the nastiest, toughest thorny bush from memory: briars with dense sharp thorns, tough acacia, tangled kudzu vines. All fused into a horrific hybrid.
"Nngh…!"
I squeezed mana into the ring like wringing a rag. Reversing Mana Stamina, I converted the 12-hour endless erection stamina into mana.
"If only with saintess breast milk… fuck, it'd be perfect."
Veins bulging under pressure, my will flowed through the ring into the ground.
Cracklerumble…!
The earth groaned, splitting. Dry soil around the gate burst as black, twisted stems erupted. They writhed like snakes, entwining, weaving into a massive wall in seconds.
Finger-length razor thorns sprouted on the stems—not ordinary. Mana-infused, their tips gleamed black and sharp like obsidian.
"Oh… fuck, this is nuts."
Awe escaped me at the sight. The gate vanished; in its place stood a thorny fortress over 3 meters tall. An impenetrable defense no human or monster would dare breach. Savage ferocity met geometric beauty in grotesque art.
Smiling in satisfaction, I approached and touched the surface with my ringed hand. Responding to my will, part of it rustled aside, curling inward.
A narrow passage just wide enough for one person. When I pulled away, it sealed perfectly.
"This… is my castle."
Heat rose from my chest depths. Another world. A pure one just for me. Even if just an F-rank dungeon… beyond this thorn wall was wholly mine.
Only I could enter, only I could allow. My private kingdom.
I opened and closed the passage repeatedly, testing. Then planned ahead.
This wasn't just a secret base. It'd be our production hub and final stronghold, securing my family's future. While Marlin grew golden wheat, I'd protect the family outside and grow stronger.
Via the ring, remotely supply mana, commune through plants, check her safety. And build our home there? A safehouse beyond Gyo-ju's watch, no eyes on us.
With the ring, grow trees for framework, pack earth for walls. Use my past life building ten apartments—design and construct our house myself.
"…Family."
The word swelled my heart again. No blood ties, but their warmth over the past month melted my frozen soul. For them, I'd do anything.
Gyo-ju, the world—whatever blocked us, I'd smash it all.