Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Vomit Master VER.C.PRIM
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“Unnie, when did you get so cool?”
“Huh?”
Saebyeok shot Fran a look like she was some kind of pest trailing behind her nonstop.
The girl had been grinning and trotting after her like a stray mutt ever since she showed up.
The NPCs were being total pains in the ass right from the jump. From the yellow-named NPCs to the black-named ones—it was a nonstop shitshow. All Saebyeok wanted was to focus on clearing the dungeon quietly, but the chattering of this random kid was making her head spin.
“Unnie, Unnie. Hey, what do you do?”
“What the hell are you?”
“I’m Prim… Ah, no, Fran! I introduced myself, so now you tell me about you!”
The moment Fran uttered “Prim,” a faint wave of nausea hit Saebyeok, then vanished just as quickly.
“Look at the name tag over my head.”
“Not the name!”
Saebyeok replied to Fran’s question as they headed to the next dungeon.
“I already told you the way to the village. Why the fuck are you still following me?”
“‘Cause I wanna be friends with you!”
Prim blurted it out, then froze. Dun hated it when people suddenly came at her saying they wanted to get close.
She always said people like that had some ulterior motive.
Prim anxiously scanned Saebyeok’s face, wondering if she’d put up a wall too.
But she didn’t seem to care much.
In fact, she really didn’t. Saebyeok just thought, *Oh, that’s why she’s been buzzing around. Makes sense.*
“Cool. Then let’s be friends.”
“…Huh? Really? For real?”
“But stop following me.”
“Huh? You just said let’s be friends!”
“No, I mean… Outside the dungeon. Wait there.”
*Is she worried about me or something? Are we already at the ‘worrying about each other’ stage?*
Fran beamed at the unexpected response and stuck right by Saebyeok’s side.
“Can I hold your hand if I’m scared?”
Emboldened by the cool permission to get close, Fran decided to push her luck a bit more.
Saebyeok glanced down at Fran and casually stuck out her hand.
*Oh… oh ho…!*
*Was past Dun a bit softer? She seems sharper overall, but way softer on stuff like this.*
“Why the fuck you making that face?”
“Huh? Huh? Ngh, what’d I do?”
She’d been so thrilled at the thought of holding hands and walking with past Dun that her face had relaxed into something weird.
Fran quickly tightened her expression.
Saebyeok’s next stop was the Equis Dungeon. She left Fran outside and trudged in.
Thud thud thud—!
“!!!”
Saebyeok, who’d been stealthing, hesitated as horse- and snake-mutated monsters—the Equis—burst out at her.
She calculated the fastest way to handle them, but no matter how she thought about it, breaking through that swarm seemed impossible.
The instant Saebyeok closed her eyes, a massive barrier sprang up.
“Eh?”
She’d clearly told her to stay outside, but Fran was approaching from behind, drawing a magic circle.
The moment Fran cast her spell, that queasy feeling stirred in Saebyeok’s gut again. She bent over and spat.
“Urk… Hack, hack.”
Once Fran’s magic circle faded, her breathing eased a bit. Weird. Ever since entering Ninapinta, her stomach had been churning at every chance.
Saebyeok exhaled slowly, straightened up, and eyed Fran, who’d wiped out the Equis with her magic.
“…What the hell are you? Babygirl packing heat. That magic’s badass.”
Fran couldn’t bear to watch Saebyeok get trampled, so she’d ignored the order to stay outside, rushed in, and threw up the barrier.
Saebyeok sounded impressed in player slang.
Fran didn’t catch the exact meaning, but it felt like huge praise, leaving her flustered.
The second they both let their guards down, the Equis launched a second wave.
Thud thud thud—!
Sensing them, Saebyeok shoved Fran away with her sword hilt, pushing her far from danger.
Death came in an instant. Saebyeok felt her body crushed and blacked out.
* * *
“My items!”
Saebyeok respawned at Genesis in a panic, clutching her head.
There were people around— what if someone spotted her inventory at the dungeon entrance and looted it?
She bolted back to where she’d died.
Fran stood in front of the Equis Dungeon, holding a bundle.
Saebyeok slowed as she spotted her.
“That my inventory?”
“Yeah! It dropped near the entrance, and other adventurers were eyeing it, so I grabbed it!”
“…Oh ho, nice.”
“But, Saebyeok Unnie, I’m pretty strong. Can’t we run dungeons together? Trust me—I’ll protect you when your life’s on the line!”
Saebyeok paused at Fran’s words.
Right before death, Fran had tried to cast but got shoved aside.
Whatever it was, she seemed like a damn good mage. If Ninapinta were just a game, Saebyeok would’ve said yes.
A top-tier DPS made clears way easier.
But with awakening as her goal now, relying like that wouldn’t cut it.
Plus, Fran’s magic earlier had made her stomach flip weirdly.
“You can follow, but stay out of fights. If I die, just grab my stuff.”
“Ah…”
Fran didn’t like that.
Even if adventurers had infinite revives, how could she just watch Saebyeok die?
“Then wait outside.”
“No, I’ll follow!”
Saebyeok nodded, took her inventory from Fran, and dove back into the dungeon.
Inside, every mob except the boss Equis lay charred.
Fran grinned sheepishly when Saebyeok looked her way.
“You’re fucking strong, huh?”
Fran’s eyes widened—she hadn’t expected the compliment.
Saebyeok smirked at Fran’s bashful smile.
* * *
“Mutt, grab my stuff.”
“Here!”
“Thanks. Next time we’re in a dungeon, no talking game. First to speak pays 100 tigo.”
“What? …Fine!”
After clearing Equis but dying in the next dungeon and dropping her items, Saebyeok found Fran waiting outside.
With her gear back, she challenged it again based on what she’d learned.
One death, and it was easy.
[Acquired title: [Min-Level Boss Killer].]
Saebyeok swapped gear with her new loot and headed to smash another.
She cleared three in a row, dying four times and dodging death dozens more.
It was a game, but with pain tolerance at 100%, it hurt for real.
Still, Saebyeok was used to enduring, so she just let out soft groans and kept going.
She glanced at her pierced heart and gut from an attack she barely missed.
“Argh, fuck…”
Her body vanished amid low curses.
[Lee Saebyeok’s Inventory]
Fran scooped up the dropped inventory.
She’d started following on a whim and ended up as a death loot caddy.
She held Saebyeok’s stuff and waited patiently.
Soon, a pissed-off Saebyeok appeared.
She’d bought more items with tigo from mob kills.
“Fucking died.”
Saebyeok replayed the attack in her head. That boss move.
*Right side, diagonal, off-beat floor slam. Jump. Bait the attack. Weapon swap. Stick to wall, swap back. Attack.*
She simulated against an imaginary boss, dodging and striking the air.
Her movements were so fast, her clothes whistled.
The phantom boss’s head rolled.
Pattern down, she charged back in.
“Y-you okay? Maybe rest a bit…”
“100 tigo.”
Saebyeok dashed past mobs, leaping attacks, straight to the boss room.
With even freakier footwork than before, she severed its head and exited.
*What the…*
It was terrifying and awe-inspiring—her skill and grit.
She cursed every hit, so probably felt pain like some adventurers, yet kept grinding.
Saebyeok cleared another, emerged, and flopped on the ground to catch her breath.
Fatigue was piling up.
Had she awakened outside by now?
Everyone else awakened easy with less effort—this was five times that.
To rest, she crawled to a tree and leaned back. Her body throbbed.
Fran approached cautiously and sent the promised 100 tigo.
Saebyeok’s eyes widened at the notification.
“Huh, for real?”
She sent it back and closed her eyes to recover.
“Unnie… you sure you’re okay? Why push so hard… Stop the dungeons already…”
“Resting now.”
Arms crossed, she dozed quick. Convince yourself you’ll feel better soon, and you kinda do.
Short meditation until it worked.
Prim gazed at the resting Saebyeok.
Head back, eyes shut, breathing slow against the tree—she looked so hard on herself, it hurt to watch.
What kinda life did outside Saebyeok live to push like this?
Her dungeon fights weren’t normal for a girl that age.
The skill was insane, but using an arm as bait? Watching her gut ripped open like no big deal?
It twisted Fran’s heart.
Mid-meditation, Saebyeok jolted awake at arms wrapping around her.
“Ah, shit. What’re you doing.”
“Wanted to hug you.”
Saebyeok stared at clinging Fran, then panicked and sniffed herself.
“G-get off, I stink of sweat and puke. Yeah? Yeah. Go away.”
“No, no smell.”
Game or not, high pain tolerance cranked details like sweat.
Monster blood, sweat, puke—vile mix.
Flustered, she rummaged her inventory.
No clean potions. Anxious, she shoved Fran off.
“No smell, I said?”
“D-don’t know, fuck! If I say no, just drop it!”
“Okay…”
Fran drew a cleaning magic circle over Saebyeok with a dejected look.
She spritzed Dun’s favorite perfume from her bag, then hugged tight.
“Hee hee, better now?”
Saebyeok’s eyes sparkled at her suddenly clean body.
She sniffed. Puke, blood, sweat—gone. The worst trio vanished.
Smelled great now.
“Can I hug back now?”
“…Yeah.”
Cheered up, Saebyeok hugged Fran tight.
Good smell meant no rejection fears—hug away.
Game warmth felt real. Fran was toasty like a kid NPC should be. Saebyeok nuzzled.
She usually got it from researcher Sun-ahrim’s injections, but planned to jail the association head with her, so distancing.
Didn’t wanna get attached.
Lately, craved human warmth bad.
Relaxed, she remembered Fran following, cleaning, grabbing stuff.
Some A-rank scrub once said: don’t skimp on thanks.
Liked how he thanked for tiny shit.
Dunno why, but thanks might mean longer hugs.
She’d snapped earlier. Shoulders slumped too.
“Anyway, thanks for grabbing my stuff every death. And the spray.”
“Huh? No prob! Anytime!”
“Yeah.”
Saebyeok squeezed harder.
*Fuuuuck… Saebyeok’s the best…*
Dun never initiated hugs, but Saebyeok was lowkey clingy.
Fran patted Saebyeok’s back for her dungeon grind.
*Wanted big sis vibes, but reliable lil sis works too.*
Heh. Fran rubbed under her nose, blushing.
Felt good being Saebyeok’s rock.
Prim knew from the emperor ordeal—someone there in tough times meant everything.
If they had other motives, poison. But she was fully Dun’s side—safe.
She kept patting so her precious person could relax, even briefly.