Chapter 84

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 84

Chapter Title: Kongkong (4)

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The intruder was Marquis Davirus.

Aka, Breeding Uncle.

A nickname I'd just given him.

Kongkong Sis had told me he had fifty kids under his belt and over forty wives—a terrifying guy.

Fifty's no joke.

Is this bastard an anomaly too?

"Invaders who enter at night automatically fall under a 'Charm' status when the wave starts. It's a dream theme trait that even the blessed can't dispel—yeah, think of it as an ability to make it hard for invaders to clear the dungeon."

You could resist it somewhat with mental fortitude.

But the longer they stayed, the more minions they encountered, the more traps they hit...

The feeling was like slipping into a state of sexual arousal.

This charm kept progressing.

Invaders would naturally drop their swords.

After that, well, I'll skip the steamy details with a "heh heh heh."

"Charm works on Marquis Davirus too, but the problem is..."

It took hold much more slowly on him than others.

And the dream theme minions? He, uh...

Overpowered them with his vigorous stamina.

They all ended up as bratty girls getting thoroughly schooled.

So.

To punish him, Kongkong Sis had to step up.

"Absolutely not. I'd rather die. Seriously, no way."

Even as an ero-trap dungeon master.

This went against the true Confucian maiden beliefs of Kongkong Sis in this era.

If he were a drop-dead gorgeous guy, maybe.

But a uncle like that? Yeah, problematic.

Marquis Davirus had invaded her dungeon before, spouting unspeakable sexual harassment.

Stuff like "I'll spoil you," "Be my plaything," that sort of thing.

If I were her, it would've been horrifying.

"Shivering..."

"Who says that out loud?"

To drive off Breeding Uncle without Kongkong Sis lifting a finger.

She needed this newbie's help.

"Your anomaly could handle him easily."

Honestly, easier than the carwash hamster ordeal.

Neutralizing that breeding uncle? Piece of cake.

"Phew... with just your mouth?"

"My mouth?"

I wanted to tease a bit.

Her reactions were always so spot-on.

"Carwash Hamster gave me a Drake Heart as thanks..."

"Ah..."

Kongkong Sis pondered.

Didn't expect her to take it so seriously.

"Kidding. I didn't do it expecting anything..."

Grab.

She took both my hands.

What's this? I looked up.

Her face was beet red.

I could almost hear her heartbeat from afar.

Her eyes so earnest, I swallowed hard without thinking.

"As you see, my dungeon's like this... n-no good stuff... but if you're okay, Newbie, take all the junk I've looted from invaders so far...?"

Ding.

"And, um, a lap pillow... if that's fine... I'll do that too...?"

In a tiny voice, head down.

I watched her timidly speak and thought.

Ah, how can someone be so...

Pure, innocent, naive, and demure.

If I were human, I'd have to protect Kongkong Sis's blank canvas of a heart.

Sure, pink-skinned big-tits succubus body, ero-trap dungeon master job.

But she was pure as snow falling on Frostthorn Mountain.

This newbie would gladly play unicorn this time.

"Marquis Davirus... you're a creature that shouldn't exist."

"Huh?"

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I crossed my arms, pondering.

What anomaly would fit this dungeon best?

My neck-snapping yandere felt most on-theme.

But the dungeon was a dungeon.

They wouldn't charge in like that mad swordmaster yelling "earthquake" last time.

I needed an anomaly that blended seamlessly into an ero-trap dungeon.

"Hm."

This one's the only choice, huh.

Simple reason.

I wasn't using it in my dungeon anyway.

And with the mask on, she's cute.

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Bought the Red Mask.

This should do it.

"Tell me when the intruder enters."

"Got it."

"I need to kidnap a decent goblin for the debut, so I'll head out. Check the gallery often and contact me for sure."

I left deployment to Kongkong Sis.

Dreamland's wave cycle differed from Night's, so timing needed mid-adjustment.

I made sure to warn her.

"Malang-ah, let's go home."

"Ack."

I finished prepping to return to Dreamland.

Prep was just the scroll I'd brought.

Boarding Malang's body, basically.

As we were about to leave Night.

A voice from behind I couldn't ignore.

"Don't you think it's weird?"

Kongkong Sis fidgeted her fingers as she asked.

What point was she getting at?

"Don't you think I'm gross, slutty, dirty?"

Hm.

Still on that?

"It's a weird dungeon. All my trait skills are tied to that stuff, so I just want you to be honest..."

Truth is.

My opinion hadn't changed much from the start.

Night was a fine dungeon.

And Kongkong Sis, who'd survived this long, was the same.

I was a dungeon master too.

I got the veteran's struggles.

But.

My words didn't quite reach her heart, it seemed.

I imagined the invaders she'd faced.

The lonely times she'd endured.

Flashing like a montage.

Pfft.

Good answer came to mind.

"Am I scary to you, Sis?"

"Huh?"

"Do I seem terrifying, incomprehensible, suspicious, shady?"

Her eyes widened.

Lips trembled, then she shook her head.

"I'm the same. All other dungeon masters too. So what if it's an ero-trap dungeon? So what if it's lewd? We're just doing our best every moment to survive."

Normal dungeons, ghost story ones, ero-traps—our essence is the same.

All dungeon masters.

No doubt.

"...Yeah, true."

Kongkong Sis giggled.

"Like Nunui said, Night's a really fine dungeon. So hold your head high as a survivor vet. You deserve respect, Sis."

"Yeah."

We waved.

Her expression looked much relieved.

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Back to Dreamland with Malang.

Planning to nab a goblin for the wave debut, I scouted around.

"No way, you...!?"

"Kerruk, kerruk!?"

A golden goblin.

And familiar face.

The one from the Dino World chaos last time.

Golden goblin meant exactly that.

This guy.

Was decked out in the jewelry I'd gifted last time.

If a hip-hop goblin existed, it'd look like this.

Wasn't he near the fire forge last time?

Moved nearby, huh.

Perfect timing.

Experience with hostages makes you good at it.

"Little shit... hype up."

"Ker-rak!"

Look at this guy?

Loud hype voice—love it.

"Welcome to Dreamland's daily anomaly. Hype!"

"Ker-rak!"

The goblin didn't resist this time.

Because it got KO'd and dragged last time? Or liked my gift?

Whatever.

Let's head back quick!

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Tied the goblin at the entrance.

Malang on watch.

I gallery-surfed in the core room.

Waiting for Kongkong Sis's signal.

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Kongkong Sis signaled.

Intruder entered.

But.

Totally different from her usual stance—aggressively bold.

I blinked at the hologram window.

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Didn't expect Sis to muster this much courage.

Pretty touched.

I immediately let the goblin into Dreamland.

Anomalies move only when Dreamland's in wave state.

Wave start: one day away.

Red Mask activates ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠in 24 hours.

Told Sis that.

Now left: comment more diligently on Sis's post than usual.

Live streams are Dungeon Gallery's top content.

TLRP will surge soon, but not yet.

Set up tough jerky, cold water, chair with Malang on lap—ready!

I've mostly supplied till now; time to consume for once.

Oh, and.

Seemed I'd kinda figured out how to handle the menhera.