Chapter 85

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Translator: penny

Chapter: 85

Chapter Title: Kong Kong (5)

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Night.

In front of its entrance stood Marquis Davirus and his knights.

They looked utterly thrilled.

Unlike those heading into a dungeon assault, there wasn't a hint of tension about them—they even seemed happy. It was a bizarre sight.

"Shall we head inside?"

"We're ready, my lord."

"Just give the word, and we can move out anytime."

A sudden slime and troll ambush had injured three of them, but nothing fatal.

Which made perfect sense.

Because Night wasn't a dungeon you cleared with brute force.

Night featured a phenomenon called enchantment.

It stirred impulses and ignited sexual desire.

And the more traps you triggered.

The more time passed.

The more minions you ran into.

This horrifying authority gradually tilted your actions toward satisfying that lust.

To the point where, if an attacker reached 70% enchantment in Night, the dungeon's system would addict them completely, draining their essence until they died.

Enchantment held power greater than any magic in this world.

The only way to break it was escape.

Of course, at the start, you could hold out.

Sexual urges could be handled solo if it got too tough.

Someone with patience could grit their teeth, resist the temptations, and push forward.

But banking on that unbreakable will to last forever was far too optimistic.

Minions ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠and traps blocked your path.

Even if you leaped over obstacles to the next zone.

If you gave in to temptation just once, you'd face irreversible consequences.

Every act in Night was a kind of drug.

Those who died with blissful smiles fell into two broad categories: masochists who endured agony, or full-blown addicts.

Night bred the latter.

Even escaping Night didn't end it.

Once you'd crossed that line and your brain tasted Night's pleasures, the addiction was inescapable.

The true horror of Night lay in that dependency.

They'd end up gaunt as skeletons, yet still grinning as they plunged back inside.

No matter how its layout differed from ordinary dungeons.

You had to stay cautious.

But.

For Marquis Davirus, it was a different story.

He possessed a ironclad mentality(?) capable of overcoming enchantment.

And a robust body that could weather the onslaught of pleasure.

Plus.

He harbored ambition.

"This time, I'm going after the Succubus Queen."

Scholars claimed that minions and traps resembled their dungeon master.

Which meant.

The master of this dungeon, gifting supreme ecstasy to all who entered, had to be the pinnacle, right?

Unlike his middle-aged years, his libido burned hotter than anyone's.

His body might look frail on the surface.

But it was tougher than any.

The Dreamland Dungeon Master's moniker of "Breeding Uncle" was spot on.

The lady knights who sneered at him behind his back could only wail beneath him come nightfall.

In those moments, the marquis transformed into a beast, like a different man entirely.

Even the Northland king had begged him for his secrets.

He was an icon of virility, an idol of the bedroom.

Succubus Queen.

The magic stone was one thing.

But he yearned to hold the Dungeon Master in his arms at least once.

That was Marquis Davirus's greatest goal.

Marquis Davirus had encountered the Succubus Queen once before.

The first time he'd laid eyes on her, he'd felt an indescribable depth of emotion.

Even now, closing his eyes brought her silhouette flickering to life.

Her seductive allure, her coy flirtations laced with utter contempt—it remained vivid.

She was a being even Night's minions couldn't handle.

In this dungeon, he outshone even the blessed ones.

Marquis Davirus brimmed with confidence.

"The injured withdraw—regrettable, but necessary. The rest of you, follow me."

"Understood!"

Day 1 of the dungeon assault.

Marquis Davirus's assault team totaled twelve members.

The leader: the marquis himself.

The rest: knights capable of basic magic.

The reason for no mages was simple.

No spell could fend off enchantment.

Enchantment wasn't mere black magic—it was a non-magical superphenomenon, akin to the authorities wielded by the blessed. Mental barriers meant little.

Magic's only uses were trap disarming and minion slaying.

Traps could be spotted and dodged with effort, and knights handled minions just fine.

Mages had frailer bodies than knights, by comparison.

And knights often boasted superior endurance and willpower.

Didn't they say a strong body forged a strong mind?

In Marquis Davirus's view.

Sticking with knights offered the best shot at breaking through Night.

Besides.

All the knights were men.

His territory had lady knights aplenty, but the stronger the enchantment...

There were precedents of raid parties abandoning the assault to tangle among themselves, only to perish.

Hence, the team consisted of the most intimidating-looking bruisers.

A pretty boy might become a target for his own allies.

"It's finally starting."

"This is gonna be good."

The Davirus assault team entered the dungeon.

The scenery resembled an underground prison, with pink lighting casting a lascivious glow.

Marquis Davirus reminded his following knights of their purpose once more.

"Our goal is to subjugate the Succubus Queen and claim the magic stone."

This dungeon bore the ignoble title of ero-trap hell.

But a dungeon was a dungeon.

Their target was clear.

The magic stone.

That was the core objective, the justification.

But.

How to put it.

The marquis didn't seem overly fixated on clearing it.

"That said, there's something we must prioritize even more. We are guardians of the Davirus marquisate. We cannot forget our duty. We are the sword and shield protecting the people. Thus, we must never throw away our lives."

The biggest concern in Night was enchantment.

If it progressed too far, your brain could fry.

So use an escape scroll before then.

No need to risk your neck.

Put survival ahead of returning with a magic stone to revive the territory.

To sum up the marquis's words:

'Do your jobs, have your fun in moderation, then bail.'

It felt worlds apart from a standard dungeon raid.

Everyone nodded with eager grins.

Not psyching themselves up or anything.

Thrilled at the go-home-when-time's-up policy.

"This isn't to belittle you all, but I can adapt to this dungeon's environment longer than anyone. Escort me to the core room as far as you can. That's your task this time."

"For the eternal glory of Davirus...!"

It felt like the most depraved assault team in the world.

But their passion was genuine.

If it were me, I'd rather die in Night than Dreamland.

This was the moment my own dungeon's intruders started feeling like total morons.

Absurd.

Even for an ero-trap dungeon.

Rock-paper-scissors to decide who gets first dibs on the minions? That was next-level ridiculous.

These dungeon-loving lunatics.

One thing I was curious about.

Usually, noona dungeons had all-female minions.

What happens if a woman goes in?

I asked the gallery.

Right.

I forgot that existed.

Answering my own question.

Kong Kong noona uploaded a file.

Desert dancer outfit, maybe.

A photo of a woman sleeping in such scandalous garb.

Great figure, red mask on.

This the Red Mask one?

True, a red Burberry coat wouldn't match EtDun anyway.

Nice sense.

Anyway.

Love was turning pitch-black beyond saving.

Anyway.

The intruders were progressing smoothly.

This was the most dangerous time.

Easiest moment to get stabbed in the back.

Noona seemed to be timing it just right too.

About eight hours until my dungeon's wave kicked off.

Highlights incoming soon.