Chapter 11

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 11

Chapter Title: UFC (2)

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Another heartwarming day in the Dungeon Gallery.

I started typing a comment but stopped and let out a sigh.

"Hoo..."

I wiped the bloodied knife clean with a rag.

It was the weapon I'd bought for 100 points not long ago.

In front of me lay ten goblin corpses.

Ones I'd just taken down myself.

"Not a big deal after all..."

Following the Gallery folks' advice, I'd tested my skills against the goblins in case I ever had to fight solo. Of course, with Bubby ready to bolt behind me just in case.

I won.

Honestly, it wasn't even tough—I breezed through it.

I figured I'd fumble since it was my first real scrap since middle school.

But once it started, my head cleared right up.

Dodge their spears, stab with the knife. Rinse and repeat ten times, and the wave was over.

My body was leagues faster and stronger than any goblin's.

Hobgoblins wouldn't stand a chance either.

Trolls might be dicey, though.

Eh, who knows.

Once I snag an Anomaly trait, anything's possible.

But with my budget creaking from all the traps, that's a pipe dream right now.

Most of 'em are high-rank anyway, and stupid expensive.

Anyway.

My body's ridiculously blessed right now.

And I'm a total noob at fighting, yet I handled it like this.

Back in Korea, I'd dominate any sport, no sweat.

I'd already thought it weird that I never got thirsty or hungry since becoming a Dungeon Master.

And in the goblin fight, even when one speared me, barely any pain.

The wound—even if minor—was healing already, along with my torn clothes.

"Am I even human...?"

It left a weird taste.

Like this body wasn't mine.

Sure, way better than my old one, so I should be thrilled.

Even I need time to adjust to changes this drastic.

Lick.

The cleaning slime started lapping up the goblin corpses.

Time to wrap up the reflection.

Gloop-

I pulled the slime off the bodies for ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a sec.

"Ack..."

"Hang on a bit. Gotta loot first."

Squish squish.

Massaged it like goo, and the slime settled down.

Cuter every time I look.

"From now on, you're Squishy. Got it, Squishy?"

"Glub."

The rag I'd just used on the knife was loot from another intruder.

Dirty, but rummaging nets usable stuff pretty often.

Otherwise, Squishy gobbles everything.

Lemme see.

Goblins don't carry much beyond rations, so nothing great usually.

"What's this...?"

Found a stone etched with weird runes.

I uploaded a pic of the stone to the Gallery.

Fastest way to ID unknowns.

Magic stone.

I don't fully get this world yet.

But I figure it's a medieval fantasy setup with all sorts of monster-like races, magic, and skills flying around.

Mages make sense.

Except I'm in the Lowjinrat Mountains, far from any smart magic users.

Wait, what?

Can this world really do hypnosis training corruption? Scary as hell.

Bitch-Loving Mongrel.

Coulda been a hypnosis perv? I knew she was a white-haired slender vampire cutie from her selfie.

So.

The issue's some magic user in these boonies sending goblins into Dreamland.

Definitely scheming something.

Is ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠Dreamland that horrifying?

Nah, the kids think I'm some horror master, but it just happened that way.

Not on purpose.

Probably.

I petted Squishy on my lap.

It licked the blood off my face.

"Tickles."

"Glub."

"Thanks anyway."

Mage.

Beings wielding superior tech the dummies can't touch.

The hideous goblin and troll mugs I'd stared at daily were getting old.

Should I be glad or not?

Skip points or the vets' guts would ache worse.

Oh yeah, one thing I'd been curious about.

Dungeon Masters have limited space.

But Gallery info's gold.

Aha.

Dungeon Masters glean info naturally from intruders.

Got it.

I was gonna ask about that anyway.

For sketchy intruders, what to invest in first?

"Summon minions...?"

The vets all said the same unexpected thing.