The Giving Tree

I didn't head straight to the 99th floor. Instead, I scoured the auction house from the boss room. I still had things to do, but my lower body was just too damn uncomfortable...

"Sorry, my junior."

After my lower body armor got shredded, I'd hastily pulled on a pair of leather pants. Leather wasn't breathable and felt shitty against the skin—wearing it directly for long was a bad idea all around.

So I was browsing the auction house when...

"These prices are all so fucking shameless."

Like they were all hoping for just one sucker. After a thorough search, it looked like I didn't have enough cash for any decent lower body gear.

I'd love something special that can withstand gigantification if possible...

Then it hit me, and I backtracked to Orkan's corpse. His body was still intact. The goblins hadn't dared touch it, just eyeing me warily from afar.

My memory was spot on.

Orkan's underwear hadn't torn a bit. It had shrugged off the gigantification like nothing.

Steel panties, maybe? That let it endure?

"Hm."

With a spark of curiosity, I stripped off his underwear. Despite his massive build, out came something small and pathetic. A straight twig. No—a tiny lipstick, almost.

"You had a weak spot like this too, huh."

For the record, mine's plump and inviting.

"So small it held up the panties?"

Nah, probably not. I pinched Orkan's underwear with tong-like fingers and activated Insight.

Something unusual pinged right away. Definitely special gear, but I couldn't pin down the function.

...Let's check it out.

Feeling like I was scratching a lottery ticket, I used my last Rune Identification Scroll. If it had magical properties, the scroll would reveal the info.

"...Hm."

After poring over the glowing text, there wasn't much special about the panties. Just the material: Marostium Fiber.

"No enchantments, huh."

I stretched and pulled at them. Something was definitely up. The insane elasticity, resilience, texture. Had to be the fiber itself.

Nothing else stood out.

When you don't know, ask the Gallery. That's the way.

I checked the Gallery. It was still blowing up about me.

But amid the posts, two were desperately calling for me. MaxLevelRabbit and AlchemyRiceSoupEater.

Looking closer, they'd been calling me since our comment exchange earlier. Too many replies, and I was distracted elsewhere, so I hadn't noticed.

I replied late, but no response. Off handling business, maybe.

I set them aside and posted my question first.

Posted with high hopes, but most floaters and regulars were like, "What's that?" or "Another dumb stunt?"

Scavenger and NoPension might know, but they weren't around.

Maybe worthless junk.

Thinking I'd scratched a dud, Bob EatAndDie popped up.

He machine-gunned replies.

His frenzy said I'd hit the jackpot. No reply thread—I snapped a pic of Orkan's panties and made a new post.

Reactions exploded.

Then Bob EatAndDie jumped in.

His tone echoed Geomseong. Coincidence?

He went off like Geomseong on swords, blasting past comment limits with explanations. I read quietly, then he said:

I was down to sell if he wanted. But business is business.

Got it.

I described what I needed: elastic, tear-proof, decent defense, practical comfort for wearing. Good as undies on bare skin, but functional as armor.

Amid the flak, Bob replied:

Bob ranted explanations, told me to hold on, then sent a gift. No body measurements or anything—suspicious. I accepted, checked the item, and my eyes bugged out.

"This dwarf..."

Inside the box: not human clothes, but something a figurine might wear. Sleek black suit, sharp as edged armor. Palm-sized onesie when I pulled it out.

Sent first then scam?

"Nah, probably not..."

Skeptical, I slipped a finger in. It slid right in, no resistance.

"...?"

Curious, another finger. Slipped in smooth. Kept going—whole ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠hand, effortless.

Wha...

The suit stretched endlessly. Wild. On a whim, I stripped naked and donned Bob's Belhart gear. It stretched without tearing, fitting perfectly once on.

Insane. Amazing.

Sleek black leather armor look. But comfy as warm, premium long johns.

Met all my specs.

Tested it: unraveled my last mana thread into a section. It hardened instantly. Jackpot! True dwarf craft from subculture lore. Revolutionary.

Sent Orkan's panties as a gift. Deal done? Then another gift from Bob. Box full of bread, water, food.

Deal closed. Tested Belhart gear more. Stretch and bounce screamed gigantification-proof.

"This is seriously OP."

Then MaxLevelRabbit appeared.

Armor worries gone, mood lifted. Replied quick:

Absurd—he wanted Orkan corpse pics.

Shot the pics as requested, got 500 gold. Quick snaps for 500g? No loss. But MaxLevelRabbit's dark side shocked me. Corpse pics as a hobby? Tastes that way?

"Seemed the most normal... turns out the most twisted."