Orde (2)
Yoo Dahui, who had heard the screams, shot off like an arrow. She moved so fast it was difficult to keep up.
“Kyaaaaah!”
The scream echoed from quite a distance. Mana had seeped into it, carrying the sound farther and louder than usual. That was how we heard it too.
We kept running toward the source. Even though continuing this way would make finding the exit harder, Yoo Dahui never hesitated.
At last, we found the source of the screams.
“Kuhuhuhu, what, you think screaming will change anything? No one’s coming all the way out here!”
“Woof! Woof!”
“Just keep watch. We’ve got plenty of time, so take it slow and enjoy yourselves.”
Male players surrounded several women. There were a lot of them. We could also see the bodies of players who had already been killed—mostly male.
‘Killing the men is standard procedure, after all.’
The male players had backed four women against the wall and were already groping them roughly.
“These fucking bastards…!”
“Hahaha, struggle all you want. It’s more fun to fuck when they fight back!”
“You’re getting cocky just because you’ve got Orde backing you. You’re gonna regret this! I’ll kill you all!”
“Kill me? Right now you can’t even protect your own pussy, can you?”
Equipment was stripped away and clothes were torn. In moments the women were left naked under merciless hands.
Smack—!
“Kyaa…!”
Cheeks were slapped, breasts were squeezed. Rape. It was rape.
“Hey, you pieces of shit.”
Yoo Dahui stepped forward without hesitation, her rage plain on her face as she saw the women about to be violated.
“Who—? Oh? Looks like we’ve got two more bitches to fuck.”
“Double the breeding stock! I call dibs on the one on the right.”
“Kill the man and take the two women. That’ll do.”
The men licked their lips and raised their weapons. Humans, dwarves, beastkin—every one of them had their pants down. Three orcs proudly let their grotesque members hang free. The moment those things went in, most women would have their wombs destroyed.
“Breeding stock, my ass. This place is your grave today!”
Yoo Dahui exploded forward. Blue mana rippled along her sword.
Clang—!
“This bitch…!”
The man who crossed blades with her frowned. In a single exchange he understood.
“Three of you! Get over here!”
Yoo Dahui took on four opponents, overwhelming them with her stats. Two came at me, three at Isilia. None of them were particularly difficult.
‘The real problem is how many more are still waiting.’
I didn’t know their exact level, but roughly twenty more guild members were on standby. A guild that roamed in packs committing PK. It was obvious they were under Orde’s protection.
Then I spotted a familiar emblem. The guild crest—a black skull.
‘Black Skull again?’
Boom—!
One man was sent flying by Yoo Dahui’s sword. Still, he must have been one of the stronger players on the third floor.
“Cough! Cough!”
He was somehow still alive. The orc who had been fighting Yoo Dahui shouted.
“Squeal! If you beg for your life right now, we might let you live. Submit to Lord Orde’s power!”
“Orde? Orde again?”
Yoo Dahui’s face twisted in disgust. Every time, it was Orde this, Orde that. Too many people were using his name to throw their weight around.
‘Good…’
In the novel, Orde would have directly harassed Yoo Dahui. They hadn’t met yet, so they didn’t know each other, but the moment they did, Yoo Dahui would treat Orde as an enemy.
“Orde. That bastard’s the problem, huh.”
Yet Yoo Dahui had already started hating Orde without ever seeing him. Once a regressor marked someone, their end was destruction. Orde’s guild, “Demon Realm,” would be brought down by her.
“Uwooooooh! Kill them quick so we can fuck!”
“A bitch like you needs to be taught her place with a cock…!”
Swish—!
A blade of mana slipped through an opening and severed one man’s neck. Blood sprayed, but Yoo Dahui paid it no mind.
“Come on, you fucking bastards.”
“Y-you crazy bitch!”
Black Skull’s forces were weaker than expected. They were above the third-floor average, but Yoo Dahui was simply too strong, making them look pathetic by comparison.
Black Skull members fell one after another. Yoo Dahui carried out what was practically a massacre without me needing to intervene.
I’d seen this before—when she wiped out Wang Gohan’s group. Several blessings combined to make her nearly invincible against men.
“…Run… Get out of here! Shit, where the hell did a monster like her come from?!”
“Never seen her before. Maybe her record hasn’t been uploaded yet? Fuck!”
The Black Skull guild began scattering in all directions. With death breathing down their necks, they fled with their cocks still hanging out. A disgusting sight.
“Where do you think you’re going?!”
Yoo Dahui had no intention of letting them escape. She chased them down one by one, cutting off their heads.
“S-spare me, you breeding bitch—kgh!”
“Dwarves! All dwarves need to die!”
A murderer. Yoo Dahui looked like a woman drunk on slaughter.
“Kill them all! Don’t let a single one of those trash live!”
“Unnie! You’re so cool!”
The naked women cheered for Yoo Dahui. The ones who had nearly been raped shouted in delight as they watched the Black Skull members die.
“Over there! One of them got away!”
One man gave up fighting and turned his back. He sprinted off at a speed we couldn’t hope to match, so we had to let him go.
Nearly thirty men had been cut down. Isilia and I had mostly just watched—Yoo Dahui had done it all alone.
The rescued women hurriedly gathered their clothes.
“Thank you for helping us…”
They avoided my gaze as they dressed, then began searching the male corpses with sorrowful eyes. They embraced the bodies of the men who had been their companions.
“Luo, Borebong, Aledro…”
“Rest peacefully in the sky…”
The corpses were horribly mutilated, beyond recognition. We could guess what had been done to them, so none of us could find the words to speak.
The women’s eyes were filled with grief and longing.
Yoo Dahui had regained her usual calm. Her gaze was back to normal.
“Do any of you know the way out?”
“Ah, yes.”
Yoo Dahui asked the women. They gave directions, but honestly, verbal instructions alone wouldn’t be enough to navigate.
“Let’s go up together.”
“Right. We don’t feel like hunting anymore anyway…”
We decided to return with them. Having lost their male companions, the women had no will to continue.
They carefully stored their comrades’ bodies in their inventories. It seemed they planned to bury them near the Kingdom rather than in the Underground Dungeon.
We didn’t speak on the way back. We left the dungeon in a heavy, somber silence.
We were about to exit when, along with the glaring sunlight, Hound—the master of Black Skull—greeted us.
Before we could even step fully out of the entrance, Hound stood there with an arrogant posture, blocking the way.
‘This is getting out of hand.’
The moment he saw us, Hound turned and took a few steps back. The first thing we encountered upon leaving the dungeon entrance was a blockade of nearly a hundred Black Skull members.
“W-what do we do…?”
“These Black Skull bastards… They’re still being disgusting to the end…!”
“Trash. If they’re that desperate for women, they should just go to a brothel. Why force it…!”
The women gritted their teeth and muttered. I could feel the anger boiling inside them.
Yoo Dahui shot me a sidelong glance. It felt like she was mocking Kim Jinwu, who would rape first and ask questions later. I deliberately looked away. With my own sins, I couldn’t meet her eyes proudly.
‘I want to rape someone.’
I wanted to fuck Yoo Dahui.
Hound spoke.
“We received a report that you attacked Black Skull. Any excuses?”
“We just beat up some would-be rapists. Do I need an excuse for that?”
Yoo Dahui stood tall, declaring the law. Her middle finger, raised straight, shone beautifully. Her face was hidden behind a mask, but she looked incredulous.
“I don’t recognize your faces. Are you new players who just arrived on this floor?”
“What’s it to you?”
Yoo Dahui drew her sword. With the mindset of regressing anyway, she was ready to act first.
“Right. Seeing how confident you are, you must be a newbie who knows nothing about the Kingdom.”
“I don’t need to know. What’s the point of learning about a guild full of idiots who only try to rape people?”
Hound laughed heartily. The mockery in his voice was thick.
“You’ll learn soon enough. You’ll learn exactly how this man likes to be touched, what that man enjoys—every little detail. You’ll be passed around all day.”
“What the hell are you saying, you idiots.”
“I don’t even need Orde’s permission. Over twenty of my guild members died because of you, so I can decide this with my own authority.”
Hound pulled out his weapon—a massive, crude greatsword—and swung it through the air with a whoosh.
“Anyone who doesn’t want to get involved, back off! I won’t allow spectators either!”
Players who had been peeking from the surroundings quickly fled. They didn’t want to get caught in the crossfire.
“Kill the man and capture the women alive. I’m turning them into meat toilets, so losing a few limbs won’t matter.”
“Uwooooooh!”
At Hound’s command, the Black Skull members roared. They were openly declaring PK, yet no one stepped in to stop them.
‘Tsk… This is still the lower floors, after all.’
Players from the upper floors didn’t care much. It wasn’t worth their attention.
“U-ugh…”
“Why are they doing this to me…?”
“I hate this. I wish all those bastards would just die…”
The women cowered behind us. They were no help for morale at all—and they weren’t fighters to begin with.
“Can you handle it?”
I asked Yoo Dahui. Did she have confidence?
“There’s quite a lot of them.”
Even Yoo Dahui lacked confidence. She was prepared to kill as many as possible and then regress, throwing away this run.
“But Dahui.”
“Yeah?”
“…You’re really good at cursing, huh?”
From the moment she heard the screams until now, she hadn’t stopped swearing. It came out so naturally, like she was spitting out all the pent-up frustration inside her.
Yoo Dahui’s face turned bright red. Since she usually pretended not to curse at all, the backlash hit her harder.
“Ah, u-uh, that’s…! It was the situation! The situation made it unavoidable!”
Her voice was so soft it made her earlier blood-soaked rampage seem unreal.
Hound spoke again.
“Bwahahaha! So you two are lovers? That makes this even better to watch!”
The Black Skull players’ eyes turned lecherous.
“I’ll keep you alive too. I won’t kill you—I’ll capture you so you can watch with your own eyes as your woman gets passed around to countless men!”
“Uwooooooh!”
Nearly a hundred people drew their weapons. Any ordinary player would have become their meat toilet without resistance.
But because she was a regressor, she could fight back.
“This feels a little unfair…”
Yoo Dahui must have felt it too. If I weren’t a regressor, those kinds of assumptions would have driven her actions.
Yoo Dahui pointed at Hound and declared.
“I’ve decided.”
“What are you saying? Already too excited about getting fucked that you can’t even speak properly?”
“All of you are going to die here. Even if not here, I’ll definitely kill you later.”
“Kuhahaha! Die? Us? You still don’t know your place, do you?”
Hound waved his hand—a signal to attack. At the same time, the Black Skull members rushed forward in a wave.
“Once you’ve been fucked enough, you’ll learn your place. Pop out a few kids and you’ll become obedient. Let’s see if you can still talk like that then…”
At that moment, a black curtain spread between us. An all-too-familiar sight.
Three people emerged from within the black veil.
“Hound. Who said you could start trouble on your own?”
The self-proclaimed Demon of Lust. Orde, nothing more than a pathetic demon.
“Elena!”
And Elena. Titania.
“Lord Orde…!”
Hound trembled as he dropped to his knees before Orde. It was a pathetic hierarchy among worthless men.