Chapter 8
Chapter 8
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 8
Chapter Title: Floor 2: Sweet Rewards
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The Past Specter that had turned into an onahole plopped down onto the floor with a wet splat.
For the final moments of one of the heroes who sacrificed their life to save the past spirit realm, it was quite pathetic.
'That's why it's called the Past Specter.'
Honestly, D.D. had more text compared to other roguelikes, which let the story's outline emerge a bit more, but it wasn't detailed enough for true emotional immersion.
Of course, in a game where one death meant starting over from the beginning, you couldn't keep climbing up and down the same floors dozens of times just to chase the story.
The Lace Onahole—no, the former Past Specter—looked like a slightly deformed version of that black soul, its ragged black robe fluttering and its red eyes gleaming fiercely.
It had transformed mid-lunge, claws outstretched toward me, somehow striking a dynamic, cool pose like some badass figure.
Of course, the ectoplasm trickling away like mist made it clear this wasn't just any ordinary item—but dwelling on its purpose only brought laughter.
"I didn't notice with the slime blob since it had no real form, but turning it into an onahole deforms it to some degree, huh?"
I'd figured the shapeless blue slime blob had been molded into an easy-to-use droplet shape with some elasticity, but apparently that had been its deformed state.
Thanks to that, the specter's form carried a horror-themed figurine vibe.
Lifting the Lace Onahole—which reached up to my waist—the sensation was bizarre, like grasping a veil of mist.
But it had definite substance; I could feel the curves when I touched it, and I could even bend its joints myself. This rag-like robe seemed removable too.
Peeking underneath revealed the specter's black inner flesh.
"Good thing it has the hole it's meant for."
Maybe because she'd been a woman in life.
Unlike the Slime Onahole, the Lace Onahole came with an actual usable hole.
It was obscenely lewd.
"Man, this actually works. If I posted it on the Dungeon Gallery, I'd get roasted for taking it too far."
Normally, killing the specter made the Resurrected Expedition Members leave with it.
After that, the Sad Ghost would repeatedly plead for someone to let her comrades rest...
"Is that where her soul was sealed into the idol?"
The Sad Ghost had crept up unnoticed. She stared thoughtfully at the Lace Onahole in my hand as I fiddled with it.
"She and I were like sisters since childhood. She had a gift for magic and whispered to me that we should become heroes whose achievements everyone would admire."
"Hmm~"
Seeing the Sad Ghost stroke the Lace Onahole's cheek with a look of pity made my mood a little off.
What would she think if she learned her precious friend—finally freed from her fallen specter state—had become nothing more than a masturbation toy?
Her eyes brimmed with pure sorrow and compassion for that friend, pricking at my conscience like needles. But what could I do? This was the ability I had.
Honestly, it was a bit arousing.
"To seal such a powerful specter in one strike... You must be renowned outside as a great sealer."
'Nope.'
Just a pervert making onaholes in the dungeon.
Of course, it wasn't something I'd asked for.
I simply nodded and averted my eyes from the Sad Ghost's gaze.
"The despair we've witnessed is far from small. Even for someone like you, it must be an arduous journey."
'In the game, she's just an exiled criminal.'
"I want to follow you, the benefactor who granted rest to my dear friend, and aid your journey."
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ You have fulfilled the Sad Ghost's request. The Sad Ghost wants to accompany you on your journey. [Y/N]
Accepting made the Sad Ghost into a simple merchant appearing on every floor. Rejecting gave some useful accessories for a while.
For speedruns blasting down the dungeon as fast as possible, rejecting shortened records. But with stability mattering now, accepting her offer was the right call.
"Sure."
"My thanks for your mercy."
The Sad Ghost bowed deeply to me, gave the specter one last longing look, and faded away.
Even with eyes like that, it was just a summonable onahole.
"Hmm... Maybe try using it in front of the Sad Ghost later."
Poking around the room's sarcophagus after she vanished yielded quite the sweet haul—but it brought one problem.
The onahole's size was bigger than expected. The starter worn backpack held 15 slots by game standards; this thing ate up 5 or 6.
And I had two now: Slime and Lace.
Without snagging a higher-tier bag soon, my inventory would burst.
"Force-stuffing might squeeze in more... but that's no real fix."
D.D. was all about choices—predicting future situations and picking items to handle them.
Onaholes hogging this much capacity were oversized, even for weapons.
"Damn~ Aside from jerking off, it's basically an inferior summoning wand."
No—with some guts and the right mindset, you could probably fuck a summoning wand's summons too. Might make it a true downgrade.
But anyone actually doing that would deserve the title of true hero for their sheer nerve.
"Not ditching the onaholes... gotta sort this out."
The specter, with its 99% physical evasion, would stay useful long-term thanks to its special traits. The slime? Useless a bit further down, no doubt.
But I'd grown a little attached. Discarding it didn't sit right.
'Unless it grows or evolves.'
No such system existed, so I wasn't hopeful.
Still, the Dungeon Gallery Pack by that User mentioned decorating altar zones with items. Find an altar, and I could use it as storage.
That'd make inventory management a breeze.
With those thoughts, I dumped my gear and the sarcophagus loot onto the floor.
What I'd started with: chunks of tasty meat, a canteen, unknown blue herb.
Slime Onahole and Lace Onahole.
From the sarcophagus: Silver Longsword, Ring of Might +1, unknown red herb, appraisal scroll, unknown green potion.
The Ring of Might +1 boosted physical attack damage by 10 (base 5)%, a stellar accessory. The Silver Longsword dealt bonus damage to undead and demon-types.
Slipped on the ring. The sword was specialized and not ideal for everything, but its base damage beat my old club, so I swapped.
"Ahh... So it came to this. The 'strongest'."
My combat power had spiked nearly 30% in an instant. I felt like I could carve through the whole dungeon.
Not quite—but decked out in leather armor top and bottom now, normal foes up to Floor 4 wouldn't be an issue.
'Skipped all the checks, so everything's unknown.'
Potions, scrolls, herbs, seeds.
Effects on consumables stayed hidden until a player used or appraised them.
Forced players to deliberate under info blackout.
Bad luck in a pinch: chug a potion, it's a fire flask—burn alive.
"Hmm... Appraisal scroll's a relief."
Such scrolls cut trial-and-error like a godsend early on.
I used it on the green potion without hesitation.
The scroll ignited in a flash. The murky green potion glowed, and a hologram popped up revealing its identity.
『Healing Potion』 【Restores 80 Health on use】 The suspicious green flask that screamed poison was a healing potion.
"Yesss! Healing Potion—off to a great start."
Luck struck first try. Health recovered naturally if Hunger and Thirst stayed decent, but in a pinch, relying on regen meant death.
This healing potion was my savior for breezing through crises.
I tucked it carefully into my backpack.
Left were two unknown herbs of different colors.
"Could be poison weeds... Kinda hesitant to munch. Just toss 'em?"
In-game, I'd spin the wheel and eat. But for real? A toxic or debuff herb would tank my condition hard.
Good thing I had a safe guinea pig.
"Come out!"
Pururung.
Tossing the Slime Onahole summoned the blue slime blob with a pop. It wriggled over and clung to my leg.
Craving affection, maybe.
Though clinging suspiciously low...
I brushed it off.
"Eat this, slime. Prove you're more than a cum-squeezer—show your worth to your master!"
Peeled the scheming thing off and offered the red herb. It wriggled up, sniffed it, then gulped it down.
The red herb dissolved inside its translucent body, wilting away.
Wonder if it digested my white potion the same way. Food for thought.
Gurgle... gurgle...
Zzt!
Once fully digested, the slime's movements slowed, then it twitched like it'd eaten something spicy before stiffening up.
"Paralysis herb, huh."
Raw effect, so short duration.
Freed, it bounced around furiously like What the hell was that?! Not scary at all.
"Haha! Throw your tantrum—what can you do, onahole? Besides hopping mad like a lewd cum-dump slut?"
Purururung...!
The slime shuddered in shock and horror, but I ignored it and held out the blue herb next.
It shook wildly—nope.
No mercy. Call it punishment for milking its master without permission.
Turned out the blue herb was a floatweed.
Gwooooosh—thunk.
Flying around me like some UFO's leaking goo? Undeniable.
"All sorted. Time to move."
Pururururung—
Looks like it's having fun. Nice.