Chapter 49
Chapter 49
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 49
Chapter Title: 8th Floor. Chicken Game
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Crack!
A small goblin's neck twisted in a grotesque direction with a sound no living creature should make, soaring through the air from the condensed force hurtling at high speed.
A red trail of blood sprayed in its wake, and the obstacle that had been pinning my wrist was long gone.
I clawed open my backpack again, found the vial of green liquid, uncapped it, and downed it without a backward glance.
Gulp—gulp—gulp—
The liquid slid down my throat with a vile, grassy bitterness that poured in relentlessly.
But I shook the bottle dry, sucking every last drop from the rim without pause.
The roughly 300ml of bitter potion went straight down my gullet without a breath, bringing up bile that I forced back down. Only then did vitality start surging back into my body, drained by blood loss.
"Puha! I really almost died there! Does that shockwave and advanced drilling combo have any conscience at all?"
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [The shockwave cancels all actions, and advanced drilling inflicts fall damage—what kind of upbringing teaches a combo like that?!] Who taught that goblin to cancel actions with a shockwave and follow up with advanced drilling for fall damage? I'd love to question their family values.
I'd never even seen an advanced scroll myself!
At this point, it felt like someone dumped a truckload of scrolls on that thing just to screw me over.
"Kali? That rare hair color and the rusted sword that's hard to even wield—could it be Kali?!"
"..."
I staggered to my feet, and the orc warrior chief was shaking the Wanderer in shock.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ [You have discovered the Wanderer's forgotten name.] [You have grown.] 'What?'
The log popped up right after the orc warrior chief spoke to the Wanderer. I could only stare at them both in confusion.
In D.D., the Wanderer never had a name, and I'd never seen text saying the orc warrior chief knew her...
'No, of course not. There's no reason to bring a Wanderer to the jungle zone in the first place.'
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 『aaaa's Onahole: Wanderer, Kali』 Level: 10☆ [Status: Subjugated] Health: 168/168 ■■■■■■■■■■ Fuel: 13/15 ■■■■■■■■□ 【An onahole pregnant with the evil god's servant race inside. It can no longer be considered human in essence.】 The Wanderer's description now included the name Kali, confirming it was her human name from long ago.
Of course, with no memories from her Kali days and control held by the parasitic creature, it didn't mean much now.
"Humans don't age? It's been decades since I last saw you, and you look the same!"
"Shaking her won't help. She's not the one you knew."
I grabbed Kali's shoulder—still held by the orc warrior chief—and pulled her free. She clung to my side without resistance, leaving the orc warlord momentarily speechless before he fixed me with a stern gaze.
"I am Sgall, holder of the warrior chief title. Human, who are you? And why did you drop into the village with that Shairok?"
His speech was far more natural than the orc search party's, leaving me quietly impressed.
So not all orcs just grunted "Tchik—Buht—"?!
The search party hadn't exactly been a fair sample, but Koreaa's rote education stereotypes don't fade after a couple examples.
So yeah, this was justified surprise.
"Hm... Before that, shouldn't we finish off that damn goblin first? I don't think it's dead yet."
A broken neck should kill it outright, but no kill log appeared.
That meant it hadn't lost all its Health yet—unfinished business.
"We can talk after—"
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ 『Chain Lightning』 I turned, and vivid sparks flew straight at me.
It struck my collarbone, nerves contracting reflexively as lightning probed my organs and nerves like an earthquake, seeking prey.
Next was Kali, right beside me.
"..!"
Even the Bell of the End, moving only by reflex and orders, convulsed violently from the invading electricity.
Then the defenseless orc warrior chief.
His thick muscles offered no resistance; saliva drooled as he seized up.
"Aaaahhhh!!!"
How long was I out?
Not long by the clock, but too long in combat.
Forcing my bloodshot eyes amid tearing pain, I saw the Wanderer gone—recalled when I fainted?—and the chief on his knees, eyes rolled back.
"Hyah!"
"I'll rip off that floppy neck!"
"Avenge the chief!"
Turning toward the voices, the search party was wildly swinging weapons at the goblin with its dangling head.
But they were in bad shape.
Fall damage had bloodied them all, and their chief lay dead, head severed.
'Fuck... how is that thing still alive?'
⚡ SKILL ACTIVATED ⚡ 『Chain Lightning』 [Advanced lightning magic. Guarantees chain damage and electrocution status—extremely powerful.]
Advanced lightning magic. Not top-tier like Flame Storm, but deadly with guaranteed chaining and shock.
The problem? A goblin cast it.
'Just how many precious scrolls does that thing have?'
Advanced drilling and Chain Lightning—two already.
Who knows how many more it'd rip? Maybe even ultimate ones if luck soured.
'If that god sponsors me, can I spam magic scrolls too? Fuck, tentacle monster! Take me!'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ It hurts.
I thought I'd grown numb to the daily beatings from my kin, but agony beyond that existed.
The only pain I'd feared was the soul-rending torment seeing the god.
Crack—
With my head flopping, every move tore at the clinging flesh.
This too was the god's power.
"Huff, huff... why won't it die?! It was weak before!"
"Keh... kehok... kgh."
I wanted to sneer at my terrified kin, but my floppy neck garbled my voice.
No matter.
Just kill them all like that big dumb kin, and it won't matter.
The god's power, the god's weapon, the god's chance.
I am the god now!
Stronger than when my neck was whole.
If I'd had this from the start, would they have ignored me?
No! These idiots just hated me!
God, oh god.
Please, take this life—!
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Rumble—
The ground shook.
"Fuck... what now."
The phantom thief goblin sprayed blood while fighting the orc search party.
Its blood soaked the earth—unnaturally so.
Even draining every drop from a goblin that size would take ten or more pints.
Yet it bled that much and fought harder.
'Magic circle?'
The blood-soaked ground stirred, drawing patterns like Severa's magic arrays in the air.
"Grraaaahhh!!!"
The goblin bellowed incomprehensibly.
Bad feeling. My instincts never missed.
Boom!!!
In response, a massive black beast—thick as two men embracing—snapped trees like twigs, bursting through the wall.
Its form was nightmarishly chimeric.
Elephant trunk, tiger hindlegs, primate arms, bear face, parrot wings, leopard hide...
A jumbled abomination roared, shaking the green desert.
"Shit!"
I snatched my backpack.
No time for others! Facing it and the goblin was suicide!
⚔ STATUS ⚔ 『Fusion Beast』 Level: 15☆ Health: 418/418 ■■■■■■■■■■ 【A beast fused from myriad creatures. No natural abomination like this could ever exist.】 The 8th floor's quasi-boss, Fusion Beast, had appeared.
Fusion Beast: Jungle quasi-boss with specs rivaling the Sewer King.
It shouldn't appear unless specific conditions were met—not forced like this.
And in the safe orc village, no less!
The goblin's blood magic circle was the likely culprit.
I was dumbfounded.
'No, fuck. This never happened...!'
The phantom thief goblin never went berserk like this, and no random event dropped the 8th floor with a Fusion Beast visit.
Some behind-the-scenes bullshit caused this—unfair as hell.
Screams behind me: orcs getting shredded.
My face twitched, but charging in blind was suicide.
Kill the goblin first to face the beast without stray spells. Still a gamble even then.
"Grr... Human! Kill the Shairok! I'll handle this monstrosity!"
The chief, freed from shock, hoisted his greatsword in agony and charged the Fusion Beast.
True warrior chief—no fear on his face.
'Phantom thief goblin...'
It swung daggers fiercer than before, burning its last life.
And there—I spotted its backpack, tossed about 10m away.
Huh, with that, it might be doable.