Chapter 1: Any Problems With the Newbie? (11)
The 224th Great Duel had recorded a death rate so high that even historical records struggled to find precedents. Only half the remaining trainees had barely survived it. The instructors and assistants had no idea that so many students would die. Their well-intentioned motivation had clearly gone off track.
Naturally, the one person who drew the most attention—inside and out—was Team Leader Lee Kang-jun of the Fourth Team. Of course, his reputation had become infamous in the worst possible way.
After receiving his prize for the duel, though, Kang-jun had gone back to living as if it had never happened. After all, his goal was the elixir; nothing else mattered. He had no intention of serving as an instructor, so the public’s opinion didn’t matter to him.
Because he had shown such cruelty during the duel, his relationship with the Fourth Team had grown awkward. It wasn’t serious enough to interfere with daily life, but a clear wall had appeared between them, unlike before. Of course, he didn’t care whether his teammates liked it or not. Starting from the fourth week, it was his self-directed study time anyway.
Kang-jun had expected the Ninth Team’s instructor to visit once. When that never happened, he found it strange. The Fourth Team’s instructor must have given her a firm warning behind the scenes. That was probably why his earlier resolve to enforce discipline had been wasted. He had claimed the instructor was not his type, but he knew Kang-jun was no one to fall for such lies.
“If you’re like this… I thought I’d, fuck, smash you to pieces.”
Heh heh. Every time the Fourth Team instructor had a free moment, she mercilessly stamped on his equipment.
Her night skills were genuinely mind-blowing. She later doubted whether she was actually enjoying herself. What kind of shit had this guy been doing on Earth? How did he have sex like this? She simply couldn’t understand. And his combat ability that surpassed hers—how was she supposed to explain that? …Everything about him was a mystery.
Kang-jun finally touched her anus. It was all thanks to the gods’ prompt. So he bought the stimulant lotion from the System shop with ten coupons. Three gods had promised ten coupons for breaking through the rear. It was more than worth the gamble. The lotion could be used again and again anyway.
Of course, he hadn’t planned to penetrate on the first day. It was too much. He had thought he would spend at least two or three days. …Fortunately, she didn’t seem to hate it that much.
— Bosome lol, that kind of girl likes anal.
— The anal development of a virgin is really fucked up.
— But this bitch has a really tough mentality lol.
— This girl is secretly a romantic.
— I hate pure love. Is there any guy who wants that kind of thing?
— No way lol. If you were sane, would you be watching this lol?
— Ah, I thought I was normal lol lol.
— Other novels are boring. This one’s secretly popular. Good reference when I write next.
What crazy bastards. …And Kang-jun, who had to deal with such crazy people, became even more crazy. Those guys didn’t give coupons to normal people.
“Ah, w-wait. Please, go slower… ahh!”
Kang-jun, wildly shaking her, caused the instructor to struggle. At that moment, the switch clicked, and he mercilessly attacked her weak point. Aah. She bit her lip and pushed hard, and her neck veins bulged.
After shaking her for a long time, he finally released his load. Her stiff body started trembling. The instructor panted heavily, clenched her fist, and hit his shoulder hard.
“What if you do it too hard!”
“You’re wrong.”
“W-what?”
“Wait.”
Kang-jun pulled out the lotion and smeared it generously on his middle finger, rubbed it on her anus, and pushed it in. Hup. She tried to close her legs, but he forced them open. Her mouth stayed clamped around his finger. Still, thanks to the lotion, he moved it smoothly back and forth.
“Ah, there… that’s really what I don’t like.”
“You’ll know if you try.”
“Ah I hate it! Don’t do that there!”
“…Fuck, shut up?”
When Kang-jun glared at her, the instructor looked at him with eyes full of dissatisfaction, then finally gave up and turned her head away. He added another finger.
“No, fu…c, ah, fu.”
The instructor twisted her body in obvious discomfort. It wasn’t pleasure; it was an odd, twisting sensation. How could it feel good?! …But strangely, her stomach was getting itchy.
Kang-jun started pleasuring her until the stimulant spread further. He was also an expert at it. How he targeted only her weak points was driving her insane. It was top-tier torture.
“Stop, p-please… ah…”
“You’re begging? You were pretending to hate it before.”
“…Hmph, I still hate it. But I’ll force you anyway.”
She wasn’t surrendering. That was impressive. After all, she was probably silently enduring this because of her pride as a senior or junior instructor. Better to get used by a bastard trainee than to have her pride crushed. …Even her night skills were excellent.
‘Good. Keep fighting to the end. I’ll enjoy you as much as I want.’
Kang-jun didn’t intend to break her. The resistance had its own flavor.
He pushed his now-hardened member deep into her crotch. …Even on the fourth time, this guy showed no signs of fatigue. Her stamina was nearing its limit, though…
The stimulant mixed into the lotion finally started working on her body. Her sensitivity soared, and each deep thrust made her breathing hitched.
“Aah. Slower… ah, too strong! Uh. Please go slower! Ack. Uh. Press. Uum.”
Since it was too noisy, he covered her mouth and sucked on it. His tongue and hers tangled like snakes. Saliva dripped down her chin. He moved his tongue like a madman. Now their saliva was completely mixed. He smeared it all over her face. From there, she melted. …He had discovered that kissing was also a weak point. He had learned it today for the first time.
“Uh… ahh.”
He rocked his hips again while licking her tongue. This time she responded actively. Her arms wrapped around Kang-jun’s neck. Her back was soaked from all the saliva.
Finally, he thrust deep once more and released again. Their mouths finally parted. Their breathing was ragged.
He used his middle and ring fingers on her rear and his thumb on her front, rubbing in circles and moving back and forth. That was another thing women loved.
“Ah, ahh.”
The instructor flailed, trying to figure out what to do. First time feeling this, and with the stimulant making her body burn hotter, it was only natural.
But Kang-jun judged it was still too early. He decided to let the anal area mature for another day or two. The reaction wasn’t bad, but her awareness was still poor.
“Today’s over.”
Kang-jun neatly tidied up and stood up. The instructor lay sprawled on the bed, panting heavily. Her thick breasts rose and fell. She looked a little disappointed. …That was perfect. It meant she’d be waiting for next time.
***
The fourth week at the Training Center was the final stage. Only morning physical training was done; the afternoon was self-directed. Of course, “self-directed” was a lie—the instructors kept an eye on them with burning passion, so it was more like forced training.
Still, they received feedback from the instructors on their shortcomings and focused on those areas. Some quick learners also began learning how to handle mana.
While everyone else was locked in the training room meditating, Kang-jun concentrated on physical training. After all, he was already close to the best at handling mana. Of course mana was an important stat, but that didn’t mean the others were unimportant. All stats needed balanced growth. Later, talent would set limits on each stat, but before the second awakening, effort could raise any stat as high as wanted.
The Fourth Team instructor looked a little puzzled at Kang-jun’s choice to train his body. At his level, mana cultivation should have been the priority. She herself focused more on mental growth than physical.
“At the beginning you should raise all abilities evenly. That’s how you achieve balance. If one grows abnormally, you’ll become dependent on it. Mana? It’s fine. But if mana becomes too high, you’ll suffer the side effect of only trusting your mana value. Like you.”
When Kang-jun pointed at the instructor with his finger, her face looked quite entertaining. The instructor was giving advice to a trainee—Kang-jun—who was supposed to be her student. She wanted to retort roughly, but since the other side was clearly superior, she had no choice but to keep quiet with a sullen expression.
He had worked hard throughout the fourth week. If he could raise any one of Strength, Agility, or Stamina to 10,000, that would be enough. Even if he only managed one per week, he believed it would eventually rise.
‘Still, traits aren’t popping up at all.’
— When you fuck, if there’s a stat higher than yours in the opponent, there’s a very low chance it increases by 1.
He had already fought more than twenty times, and not once had a trait activated. …Fine. He’d complain after at least a hundred tries. Twenty times wasn’t enough to judge whether it would or not.
Luck increased that low probability, but his luck stat was still too low to expect it. Even if he got a bonus, it wouldn’t have much impact yet.
Anyway, those ordinary days repeated for several days. He trained stamina all day, meditated briefly in the evening, then spent the night rolling around on the bed with the instructor.
It was the third day. The Ninth Team leader, who had been resting in bed, finally showed up. His crushed fist looked healed. Kang-jun had briefly hoped there might be a slight change in his dull routine, but nothing happened. The guy acted as if he had never met Kang-jun before. The Ninth Team did the same.
Kang-jun didn’t get mad when the guy groveled. After all, that was the treatment a superior being would receive. Praise if good, slander if bad. Either way, he would get one of them.
And in the dungeon, one of those two would always exist. That way he could form his own team or join another without problems. Low-status players had almost no chance of success no matter what they tried. Even with a bad reputation, as long as they were strong, they could be used anywhere.
Of course, at the Training Center, those backhanded comments were useless. The real thing was the dungeon. No matter how much they flew around the Training Center, they would become fresh recruits again the moment they entered the dungeon. And in any case, no newbie ever gained attention in the public eye.
The trainees wanted to know even a little about the dungeon, but even the instructors didn’t know. They had never been there. The only information was what the assistants mentioned—dangerous places where the Four Heavenly Kings existed.
Of course, Kang-jun, who had written this novel, already knew everything. There were exactly four dungeons with Four Heavenly Kings, each with its own unique characteristics.
First Dungeon: Fantasy world. One of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Third Great Mage Amelda.
Second Dungeon: Murim world. One of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Second Heavenly Demon Jozu.
Third Dungeon: Modern world. One of the Four Heavenly Kings, the First Monster King Abosev.
Fourth Dungeon: Apocalypse world. One of the Four Heavenly Kings, the Fourth Abyssal King Kaluvan.
The dungeon he would be caught in was completely random. He himself had been caught in different ones in all three previous playthroughs. First playthrough: Fourth. Second: Second. Third: First. And now the fourth.
‘Please, catch me in the Fourth Dungeon.’
At least the Fourth was the easiest to start. Monster levels were lower on average, and the Abyssal King was the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings… So when he died, he didn’t want to hear the worst— “I’m the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings, heh heh” — the most embarrassing. Kang-jun wondered why he had written that in the novel. The comments had gone wild. People had quit in droves.
Anyway, because he had been caught in the Fourth in the first playthrough, he had survived longest while knowing nothing. That was the best picture—growing stronger there and crossing over while playing the underdog.
The place he wanted to avoid the most was the First Dungeon. Everyone imagined it as a pink world where magic would rain down, but it was all bullshit. It was the place where the weak suffered the most. Players who had passed through became power-hungry and only knew how to cause trouble. My friends are enemies. That was why it was the worst dungeon to enter as a newbie.
‘At least avoid the First Dungeon.’
He muttered to himself, then suddenly shook his head in surprise. That would curse him and bring him back. …He had still been caught in it three times. Was it really going to be the First again? Math majors would say all experiments are independent, so probabilities are equal and they’d scream. But that wasn’t the case, you bastards.
“Fourth Dungeon, you bastard! Catch me!”
“Ugh, what the hell…”
Every time he cursed, the instructor looked at him strangely.
But it wasn’t strange for a crazy person to say crazy things, so he ignored it.