71: Is It Wrong To Be the Dungeon? (DanMachi SI) by Cambrian

Fic type:Oc

A really promising Danmachi fic written by one of my favorite authors. A fic where the Mc is the dungeon itself. NSFW.

I have posted three chapters.

Link: https://forum.questionablequesting.com/threads/is-it-wrong-to-be-the-dungeon-danmachi-si.11787/reader

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[NSFW] Is It Wrong To Be the Dungeon? (DanMachi SI)

A/N: Well, here's something I decided to write in my free time. Enjoy!

-x-X-x-

The first time I 'woke up', I was a goblin, thrusting my way out of a wall. It was a violent birth to say the least, followed by an incredibly violent, incredibly short life. There was a man there, wearing some armor, and I had to attack him… but he swung his sword and I died, just like that. No chance to act, no opportunity to do anything besides throw myself into his blade.

But that, as it turned out, wasn't my last life. The next time I awoke, I was a kobold, a dog-headed monster, and I was once again forcing my way out of the wall. It took a lot of effort to get out of the wall each time, but luckily it didn't take as much effort as it would have if the wall didn't seem to already be in the process of giving way before me. As a kobold, I found myself among a number of other kobolds. Together, we formed a pack… together, we launched ourselves at the human who dared to invade our sanctum.

This human wielded a bow at first, firing with unerring accuracy and killing several of my fellows before we could even reach him. By the time we got to him, it was just I and one other, and even as we swung our claws in his direction, he was drawing a dagger that he used to slash across the throat of my comrade, while blocking my attack with his bow. A moment later and that dagger was buried in my throat as well, and with that I died again.

The third time I wake up, I'm… a lizard? A Dungeon Lizard to be exact, my claws even stronger then my previous two forms. I skitter up the wall instead of falling down from it this time, ending up on the ceiling as I crawl along, searching out my enemy, the human who has spawned me with his very presence in this hallowed place. When I find him…

He's distracted, I immediately notice… distracted cutting into the bodies of a group of downed kobolds. I can see my body, or the body I just got done inhabiting, on the ground behind him, the chest cavity of my former kobold form torn open, despite the fact that he'd killed me with a blow to the throat. I watch as he, with his back turned towards me, cuts into one of the kobolds he killed with an arrow and pulls out a glowing gem of some sort.

Crawling along the ceiling, I waste no time in acting on my instincts. Falling atop the dagger-wielding archer, my powerful jaws close over his head, and as I chomp down, I also yank, a satisfying pop answering me as I kill him just like that, not even a single sound, beyond a cut-off shout, managing to leave his throat. He dies, and I can't deny that I feel strangely fulfilled, like the start of something new is coming.

"Hah! Idiot overplayed his hand!"

And then an arrow strikes me in my eye just as I whip around with the corpse still in my powerful jaws, to see another human with another bow firing another arrow into my other eye, killing me dead. The last thing I hear is him running up, ignoring both me and my kill in favor of the bag at the corpse's side, a bag filled with those glowing gems from before.

The fourth time I come to consciousness, I feel… fat. As I pushed my way out of the wall, it was not with the claws of a kobold or a goblin or even a lizard monster. A low ribbit exits my throat, as I ultimately slop out onto the ground. A Frog Shooter, a monstrous amphibian with one large eye, I hop along until finally coming upon the adventurer that has brought me into existence. Or rather, adventurers.

This time, there are two of them. Two girls, as a matter of fact. They're both looking around carefully, eyeing their surroundings with expressions of concern on their faces. They know they're in danger, but the mists are heavier here, and the light dimmer. They don't notice me until it's too late and they've come into my range.

Once again, instincts take over. My large mouth opens, though this time I have neither powerful jaws nor sharp rows of teeth to chomp down on my foes with. Instead, I have a massive tongue that shoots out of my maw, slamming into one of the girls and wrapping around her as she lets out a startled cry. I pull her in close, almost wishing I could swallow her whole… but I'm not that big. Instead, as she reaches me, still scrambling for her weapon, I slam my weight into her, pinning her to the ground, even as I wrap my tongue around her face and begin suffocating her.

Her squirming is delicious, just as delicious as the sensation that ran through me when I crushed that man's skull as a lizard monster. I wanted more of this, wanted more of this feeling of conquest, of control, or destruction. Unfortunately, it was not to be. I was single-minded… and right now, I was facing TWO opponents. With a war cry that was more like a girlish shriek, the second female adventurer nevertheless brings her sword down upon my head, cleaving right through my eye.

It doesn't kill me immediately, but she keeps at it, cutting and slashing in a truly haphazard manner until my tongue's grip finally loosens with death. The last thing I see before I die THIS time is her pulling her friend out from under me, the first girl sobbing in relief, unfortunately still alive despite my best efforts. Maybe next time…

Things continue on like this for… a long time. I can't say how long, because I really have no concept of time, at least at first. I live what feels like a thousand-thousand lives, but most of them last only scant seconds. It all depends on what creature I find myself awakening as, truth be told. There are the goblins and kobolds, the lizards and frogs, and then there are creatures made of shadow with terribly sharp claws. Or massive moths and butterflies with poisons and healing powders.

There are orcs, there are imps… there are even dragons and minotaurs. Sometimes I awaken alone, pulling myself out of the wall into a darkened, dimly lit corridor, only to find an interloper, an intruder, one of those filthy, stinking adventurers nearby. Sometimes, I awaken with more of my kin, from a handful to dozens, depending on the circumstances. Sometimes my opponent is alone, sometimes they're in a party. Sometimes I get a kill or two… but always, I am inevitably put down, though I find myself living longer when I'm a dragon or a minotaur, then when I'm a goblin or a kobold.

It's existing as those tougher, hardier monsters, that eventually allows me to realize who I am… or more accurately, what I am. I'm able to piece myself together, and when I finally die as them, I'm able to hold myself back and… explore, rather than immediately respawning as yet another monster in this… the Dungeon beneath Orario.

Yes, it was a startling realization for me too. I'm in the Dungeon, the massive sprawling complex of floors and monsters that adventurers in the world of DanMachi explore for experience, riches, and fame. But it's more than that. I'm not just in the Dungeon… I AM the dungeon. It takes a while for that to properly sink in, but I chalk that up to the trauma of my sudden change in existence.

Going from being a human in another world, an introverted writer who shut himself in and interacted with most of the world through the internet… to the intelligence behind a massive, genocidal Dungeon was certainly a big alteration. It took time for me to acclimate to my new environment, and in a way, I imagined that my unconscious mind was helping me along by forcing me into the bodies of the monsters that I was spawning, teaching me what I could do through actions, teaching me what I was facing through direct experience.

The adventurers who constantly intruded upon my existence with their filthy presence, invading my sanctum and slaughtering my defenses so they could delve ever deeper into my depths… they deserved to die, all of them. Or was that the Dungeon talking? But then, wasn't I the Dungeon now? From what I knew of DanMachi, it was commonly agreed upon that the Dungeon was… intelligent. More than that, that it was a malevolent intelligence.

… I certainly felt a little malevolent now. But I was also who I was, at the end of the day. Sure, I had some new instincts, but that didn't override my old instincts. I refused to let it. All the same, some of my old instincts were somewhat defunct in the face of my new existence. I was no longer human; I was a Dungeon. Or rather, I was THE Dungeon.

This wasn't like all those stories I'd read about waking up as a Dungeon Core and having to build from there, farming mana off of adventurers and growing new floors and new monsters based off of that mana. This wasn't some upkeep economy game I found myself thrust into. If I had a core, it was buried so deep within me that it didn't even matter. I didn't get mana from the adventurers that died within my Dungeon either… but I did get SOMETHING.

As far as magical power was concerned, I had an unending font of it, it seemed. My reserves were endless, allowing me to create monsters as I liked, each of them powered by a magic stone, which in turn was harvested by the adventurers to be used for a variety of purposes in the city up above. Comparing this to one of those Dungeon Core stories… I was already in the endgame there, already at the top of what one of those could ever hope to become.

Not to say that my space was endless though. From what I remembered of the setting, no one had ever gotten past the fifty-ninth floor. That was the lowest floor that any familia had ever reached, as far as I was aware. But of course, sixty floors was… a dumb number for a Dungeon as magnificent as I to have. In truth, I had a hundred floors to my name, and the things in my deepest, darkest depths… oh they were truly magnificent, to be sure.

But… it was likely that no one would ever see them, and in all honesty? I was perfectly okay with that. I didn't need adventurers plumbing my depths to stay powerful and mighty. Frankly, the gnats that invaded me and constantly killed my monsters were annoyances more than anything else. After all, they were stopping me from spreading to the surface, from going UP.

But then, I recalled that from the setting of DanMachi as well. The Dungeon… it was being contained, wasn't it? If I focused, I could actually feel the God behind the Guild and the whole concept of adventurers in the first place, Ouranos. Located underneath the Guild in his Room of Prayer, I could sense him using his divinity to prevent my monsters and thus myself from leaving the Dungeon.

That wasn't to say some of my monsters hadn't made it out before, especially back when there were entrances to the Dungeon from the sea… but because of Ouranos, I was cut off from those monsters that made their home on the surface of this world. They were likely all still quite mindless, but they were no longer MINE. That rankled something fierce.

Speaking of monsters that weren't mine… I could feel the Xenos within me. In their hidden places, they existed, keeping away from my monsters and doing their best to search out more of each other in my darkest depths. No adventurer had ever gotten past the fifty-ninth floor, but that didn't mean intelligent life hadn't reached further. Xenos… I didn't like them, I ultimately decided.

Whatever had been in control of the Dungeon before me, because I could tell there'd been something that I had either usurped or replaced with my arrival… it'd let the Xenos exist, lazily sending monsters to try and kill them once in a while, but not even bothering to hunt them as vigorously as it hunted adventurers. It let them have their little hideaways through its own apathy, something that I don't think I'd emulate.

No, I've made my decision… the Dungeon is mine and mine alone. And while I will eventually turn my eyes towards the adventurers that pollute my upper floors, and their Gods and Goddesses who empower them while lounging around all day on the surface above, keeping me contained… I need to start off first by cleaning house. That means the Xenos must be dealt with… one way or another.

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Ray could hardly believe what was happening. The Hidden Village was supposed to be safe, on account of well… being hidden. But as she flees, the Xenos encampment burning behind her, filled with the screams of her kind, she reflects that they'd never really stopped to think about exactly what they were hiding from. The adventurers from the surface, ostensibly… but also, weren't they all quite aware that the Dungeon disliked them, given the way common monsters sought to kill them at every corner?

So then why was their Hidden Village allowed to exist in the first place? Why did the Dungeon let them get away with said village, if it was truly out to get them? The answers to those questions, whatever they were, seemed to be entirely moot now, because it was clear that the Dungeon had decided to enact a purge. Perhaps if she'd just been by herself, she could have taken to the air and fled to a different level… but as it was, the Siren was stuck on the ground, dragging Arles along behind her.

The white-furred, red-eyed Almiraj Xenos was stumbling as they rushed away from the Hidden Village, her broken pocket watch bouncing with every fast-paced step, her large scavenged jacket fluttering behind her. Almiraj were supposed to be fast, but she'd been clipped early on by a Troll's landform club, leaving her limping and even whimpering at the pace that Ray was forcing her to take.

Still, they had to get away. The Siren Xenos knew that if she didn't get them out of here, they would be just as dead as the others. She'd watched Gros get swarmed by a number of monsters, and the last thing she'd seen of him was blood caking the left side of his face as the Gargoyle told her to take Arles and run. So, that was what she was doing… or at least, it was what she was trying to do.

The Siren's plan involves escaping through the nineteenth floor and finding her way to the eighteenth with Arles at her side. If they can just make it to the safe floor, then the only thing they'll have to contend with is the humans who hunt them on a regular basis anyways. Better to face those humans then the Dungeon, was Ray's reasoning.

But just as she's dragging Arles off of the twentieth floor and onto the nineteenth, Ray finds herself having to skid to a halt, her way blocked by a veritable army of monsters. From bugbears to battle boats, from Lizardmen to Firebirds… they're everywhere. She can't escape, or rather, they can't escape. So long as she insists on taking Arles with her, she's never going to manage to get away.

And yet, even as this certainty crystalizes in the Siren Xenos' mind, her beautiful golden feathers near standing on end from the concentration of INTENT directed her and Arles' way… she does not give into fear. Out of all three of the Xenos' leaders, Ray was probably the warmest, the friendliest. She was kind, sometimes to a fault, and cared a great deal for the well-being of her kind. She would go to any length to protect her kin.

If Gros hadn't told her to take Arles and flee when he had, she would have stayed back and fought to the end alongside the rest of them. But now it seemed her final battle would take place here instead, with only Arles at her side. Pursing her lips together in a thin line, the Siren straightens her back, flaring her nostrils… and prepares for battle as she changes from warm and friendly to bloodthirsty and murderous in an instant.

Not that it does her much good. Oh certainly, she fights. She fights, and she evil kills, though the Xenos doesn't truly view the mindless monsters of the Dungeon, so lacking in the intelligence of her kind, as being truly alive. For someone like her, a monster who could think and talk and laugh and live, who could long for the sun on her feathers, those mindless automatons were even less in her eyes then they likely were in the eyes of adventurers.

But they still defeated her, in the end. And yet, to Ray's surprise, they did not kill her. Nor did they kill Arles. They secured the two of them, taking the two female Xenos captive and dragging them down… down… and down some more. At some point, she succumbs to her injuries and falls unconscious for a time. When she wakes up again, her surroundings have changed entirely.

Wherever the monsters have brought her and Arles… it's not like any part of the Dungeon Ray has ever seen before. She can only gape at the undulating, breathing walls around her, the way that veiny appendages float off of them, questing through the air as if looking for something. Or rather… someone. Ray squawks as she's thrown into one of these walls face first, Arles tossed beside her.

The wall, as it turns out, is a portal of sorts. Ray finds herself dragged through, coming out the other side, only to stop dead as the tentacles hold her fast. Arles ends up beside her, held in the wall as well, appendages of all shapes and sizes clutching at them, pulling their clothes off, stripping them down. As Ray's eyes adjust to the dim light, she's horrified by what she sees.

There, in the walls all around them, the entire fleshy chamber jampacked… are her fellow female Xenos. There's Laura, a Goblin Xenos, though her red hat is nowhere to be found. There's Fear, a Harpy Xenos, crying and writhing in her own bondage. There's Ranye, an Arachne Xenos, her upper body that of a beautiful human woman and her lower half that of a spider. She's always had a harsh, stubborn sort of personality, being completely unwilling to trust adventurers, given their actions towards their kind. And yet, now it's the Dungeon itself that's trapped her, holding her fast just like the rest of them.

And then there are female Xenos that Ray doesn't even recognize. Oh, she always knew that there had to be more than just their Hidden Village, but it's still a surprise. There's a mermaid Xenos, for instance, that is crying and wailing and squirming as well, only to be silenced by an appendage thrusting itself right down her throat. There were many, many more then just her to, all of them trapped in the walls of this massive, fleshy chamber… just as Ray herself was.

The more she looks, the more fear the Siren Xenos feels. And then she begins to feel the physical touch of the Dungeon as it prepares to do to her and Arles what it's already doing to all of her kin. Tentacles slide up their legs, and along their arms, moving to their private parts. Ray gasps and shudders as the molestation begins, unsure of what the ultimate goal here might be.

But whatever that ultimate goal is, the Dungeon's short term intentions are obvious, as the tentacles begin to penetrate her orifices, just as they're penetrating the orifices of every other Xenos in the room. She cries out, her melodic voice echoing through the chamber and drawing many eyes as her cunt is taken, filled with one of the appendages. Ray feels shame, able to see the despair and heartache in the eyes of those from her village, those she was supposed to lead, supposed to protect.

Beside her, Arles is squealing, the white-furred Almiraj struggling, but in the end, she can't do anything, none of them can do anything. Their mouths are soon occupied just like the mermaid Xenos that Ray doesn't recognize, all of them silences and pulled all the more securely up against the walls of this hell they find themselves in, as they're mercilessly used and fucked nonstop by the Dungeon itself.

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It takes quite a lot to take down the Siren, which from what I can tell is just a Harpy with some sort of sound wave attack. But with endless resources at my command, she fell as easily as all the rest, in the end. After that, putting her and the Almiraj to work in my new farm was simple enough. I'd developed this part of the Dungeon for a very specific purpose… breeding.

It was a cross between a farm and a laboratory, at the end of the day. I wanted to know what I could do with the female Xenos, because truth be told, I was loath to kill such sexy, fine-ass monster girls. The monster 'guys' so to speak, I'd slaughtered to the last. There no longer existed a single male Xenos within me, not on any of my hundred floors.

Honestly, it was probably for the best that I'd enacted the purge when I did. The strongest of the Xenos I'd killed and captured had been comparable to a Level Five adventurer, if I had to guess based off of what data I'd managed to accumulate so far. The Siren Xenos that I was fucking even now, was undoubtedly the strongest female Xenos, and that village of theirs on the twentieth floor of MY Dungeon had had two more male Xenos that were also around Level Five, to use the system they used up top.

But those weren't the strongest Xenos I'd purged today. There were more powerful monsters who had been born with their own will and their own intelligence, deeper in my depths. Past Floor Fifty-Nine, there existed creatures that could not have a level put to them, mostly because I had no adventurer to compare their power to. They would have easily slaughtered a Level Seven, I was pretty sure… but in the end, the weight of the Dungeon itself turned against them left them broken and destroyed as I created monsters in the lowest of my floors that no human had laid eyes on… possibly ever.

Unfortunately, none of them were female. All were male, and so all of them died. The females were the only ones I left live, solely so that I could test certain things. I was going to breed these female Xenos and see what sort of monsters I could create off of them. Would they all have their own intelligence, or would they be mine to control? Was it possible that I could dominate their minds, taking control of them and building an army of even stronger monsters over time?

I could create some truly powerful monstrosities… but only in my depths. I was limited in a way, after all, by whatever system or intelligence had come before me. If I wanted to make a Minotaur that could contend with a Level Five for instance… I couldn't. Not yet, anyways. Or if I wanted to make a goblin horde capable of bringing even the strongest adventurer to heel, that too was out of my reach.

But maybe with some time, and some experimentation, I could do something. Maybe, if I played around with it some more, I could change the face of this world. Not necessarily for the better… though in the end, I figured it really depended on who you were asking. Certainly, for the better… for me.

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A/N: Alright, putting this author's note at the end so as to not taint the reader's view before they've read the piece. If you've gotten this far, I definitely want your opinion.

Is this worth continuing? I'm really not sure if I have something here or not. I do have some ideas, mostly based around concepts from the hentai doujin "Jezebel Amazones" by Asanagi. Here are some of my vague ideas for this fic:

Spoiler: Potential Story Spoilers

I guess I'm just not sure if this is a story people even really want? I'd be writing it in my free time as is, so I'd want to make sure that there's enough of an audience that it's worth it to continue.

So, please let me know what you think of this story. Any and all feedback is appreciated, any and all suggestions for the story moving forward will definitely be taken into account.

Next chapter should probably be the SI handling some bit characters and finding out what sort of fun things he can do with both female and male adventurers, so suggestions as to who that should involve would be appreciated. Definitely not Loki Familia or Hestia Familia yet though.

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A/N: Here's Chapter two. Featuring three characters from Danmachi's browser game, to ease ourselves into things. Today's stars are:

Emma Flores, Iris Bennett, and Oriana Drake!

I did not manage to involve a male adventurer in the fun though this chapter. Probably going to cover that next chapter, I suppose. I think I can still make it Ged Raish, and perhaps Liliruca is with him... but should Lili manage to escape and leave Ged to 'die' or should she be captured as well...

As always, hope you all enjoy and I'm definitely still looking for feedback and suggestions and all that good stuff!

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"Don't slack off girls! You're the ones that wanted to come this far down with me, so I'm expecting you both to pull your weight. Otherwise, you're no better than a pair of glorified Supporters~"

Oriana Drake's words might seem harsh, but in truth there's a teasing not to them and no real heat behind what she's saying. That doesn't stop Emma Flores, one of the two women she's talking to, from puffing up a little indignantly, pushing out her chest and straightening her back as she squares her shoulders.

"Oi! You don't need to worry about us, Oriana! We can handle ourselves just fine, even down here on the tenth floor! Isn't that right, Iris?"

The last of their little three-woman party, Iris Bennett, smiles and nods, causing the large cowbell around her neck to jingle ever so slightly. Even down here in the Dungeon, where stealth was usually preferred, Iris continued to wear it. Still, neither of the other women brought it up… even if they both secretly thought it was a little perverse for a cow girl to be wearing a bell around her neck like… like some beast.

Regardless, she wasn't a beast, despite her cow-like features. The horns atop her head, the ears right beneath them, and the tail swishing back and forth behind her might have marked her as a cow girl, but the sword sheathed at the small of her back marked her as an adventurer, just like the two women she was with. All three of them were adventurers, and they were down here on the tenth floor of the Dungeon to do what adventurers did best… kill monsters, collect magic stones, and level up!

Or at least, that was what was going through Emma Flores head as she licked her lips, looking around curiously. Despite being the Captain of their little Familia, she was only Level One still… while Oriana was Level Two. But then to be fair, the golden-haired, blue-eyed Knight had come to them from another Familia through what was known as a conversion.

Even if she'd been teasing them before, it really was thanks to her that Emma and Iris could even come down this far. Otherwise, Emma wouldn't have risked going any further then say, Floor Eight or Nine. And that was WITH Iris by her side, without the cow girl, if she were say, alone, she would have stuck to the top seven floors of the Dungeon for sure.

But then, that was how the Dungeon worked. The further down you got; the more dangerous things would be. And that was where parties came into play as well. The more people you could gather, so long as you had good teamwork and fought together well, the further down you could go together. A party was a force multiplier, allowing Level One adventurers like her and Iris to follow Level Twos like Oriana down to the tenth floor… and perhaps even lower.

Though, that all depended on how things went here, first and foremost. Something Oriana brings up as the Knight gets down to business.

"Right, so it's like this. On the tenth floor, we should encounter mostly Orcs, Imps, and some Bad Bats. We'll kill some of those for a while, and if I feel like you two are up for it, then we'll try Floor Eleven, where we might run into a Silverback or Hard Armored. Just… remember to rely on my experience, okay? With a party like ours, Floors One through Nine were a breeze… but now it's time to get serious."

Emma and Iris both nod at that, trusting in their Familia's only Level Two to have the expertise to see them through. After all, Oriana had a Monster Rex Goliath under her belt, from her time with her previous Familia. There was no doubt that the Level Two knew what she was talking about, at least when it came to the first seventeen floors of the Dungeon.

Just as she's finishing what she was saying, there's a sudden sound up ahead in the mist. And then there are a whole bunch of red eyes, causing Emma to tense up as her comrades do the same. In unison, Emma, Iris, and Oriana all draw their weapons. For Emma, it's a pair of twin swords. For Iris, a single short sword. And for Oriana, a big, nasty multi-pronged spear.

Oriana is definitely the tank of the party and would be even without her higher level. She's got the most armor after all, while both Emma and Iris are currently wearing skirts, and not even a breastplate between them. Still, this was because they were both agility types, the sort to move fast and avoid any and all hits where they could. Not like Oriana, who as a Knight, strove to plant her feet, stand tall, and take on all comers from where she stood, weathering the storm until her spear had ended her enemies.

All the same… they were a team, despite any differences in their fighting styles. And in the end, they knew each other well enough that they complemented each other, rather than getting in one another's ways. Even as Emma stares at the hulking orcs with their pig-like snouts striding out of the darkness and mist of the tenth floor, she calms her nerves, knowing that together, the three of them can definitely take on this challenge, no matter what.

"Ready girls? Let's go!"

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SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the Dungeon, along with muffled screams and squealing. There's also the incessant jingling of a cowbell going up and down. It's in the midst of this that Oriana Drake's spear falls from her grasp, the Level Two adventurer finally succumbing to exhaustion and falling to her hands and knees.

"No! N-No, s-stop! NOOOOOO!!!"

There's a ripping sound, and then a thrusting squelch. Oriana can only watch, wide-eyed and horrified as she takes in the scene in front of her. It… things weren't supposed to go like this. She'd never heard of anything like this happening in the Dungeon before. If anything… t-they were supposed to die, not… not this.

In front of her, her friends, her allies, her familia… are currently being defiled. At first, the orcs had seemed more than manageable. Together, she, Iris, and Emma had dealt with around ten of the beasts, in waves of two or three. They'd killed them as they came, harvesting their magic stones. But then… then things had gotten bad. Out of the mists had come a whole troupe of orcs, over a dozen of them all at once.

Even this shouldn't have been impossible for them to handle. After all, Oriana was Level Two, and neither Emma nor Iris were slouches for still being Level Ones. But along with the twelve orcs had come dozens of imps. The little demons, around half the size of most adventurers, had scattered and begun to make nuisances of themselves, even as they'd sprayed some sort of gas into the air.

It wasn't until Iris had dropped her sword and fallen to her knees with a wanton moan that Oriana had realized something was truly wrong. Something about the Dungeon had fundamentally changed. She'd tried to go to help the cow girl, only for more and more orcs to show up and cut her off. She must have killed dozens, but it didn't stop one of the orcs who Iris had been fighting from picking the cowgirl up and tearing off her clothing.

And the worst part was, the cow girl hadn't even fought it. She'd tossed away her weapon, letting the orc tear her light wool sweater off of her body, along with her belt, her green skirt, and her leggings. At this point, all she was wearing were her sleeves… and that damnable cowbell, bouncing up and down with the rest of her as the orc bounces HER up and down on his massive, bulbous green member.

Iris has her arms wrapped around the orc's neck as he sits there, letting her ride him… and ride him she does, squealing and screaming into his mouth, their tongues dueling with one another, her ass bouncing and jiggling with the rest of her in very purposeful, seemingly consensual motions. But no, Iris… Iris was no slut, she w-wasn't a pervert. O-or at least, Oriana didn't think so.

Only… Emma seemed to be having a very different reaction to whatever it was the imps had dosed them with. The pink-haired girl, the Captain of their Familia, had ultimately been pinned down by one of the orcs, her twin swords sent scattering across the ground. She was red-faced and flustered to be sure, but still she fought, even as the orc used it's massive weight and overwhelming strength to hold the agility-focused adventurer down beneath him.

Her legs are spread, and her skirt has been torn, along with her panties. From the way the orc is humping away, even if Oriana can't quite see the exact place where they're joined from her position… she knows that Emma is currently being abused, being fucked, being raped. It's just… this shouldn't be possible. This shouldn't be happening.

Monsters in the Dungeon don't rape adventurers. They kill them, sure. Any monster, even a lowly goblin or kobold, would gladly kill any adventurer dead if given half an opportunity, no matter what race or gender. But the fact that the Dungeon had always only killed before had always been the great equalizer.

Whether you were woman or man didn't matter, because in the end all that really counted was your Level and your Stats. Oh sure, there were misogynistic, chauvinistic male adventurers out there who tried to look down upon female adventurers. Hell, there were even Gods like that, Oriana knew. But it wasn't supposed to matter, because the Dungeon treated all interlopers the same.

… Until now.

Oriana's view of Iris and Emma's defilement and degradation is suddenly blocked off, obscured by one of the small imps suddenly standing in front of her defeated form. She blinks up at him, still on her hands and knees, still utterly exhausted… and thus, is not able to dodge in time as he cackles at her and then coughs a fresh cloud of that gas, right into her face.

Unable to help herself, Oriana reflexively inhales, far too late to try and hold her breath as her nostrils flare. She'd been feeling the effects of whatever it was they were lacing the air with throughout the fight, to be fair. It'd made her feel warm and a bit fuzzy around the edges, and her gaze had flickered to the orcs' loincloths far more than was appropriate.

After Iris had gone down and then… submitted to the monster she was currently riding, Oriana had glanced over at that scene of debauchery more times then was appropriate during the fight as well. Her excuse was that she was worried for the cow girl, which of course, she was… but still…

With a concentrated dose of the gas going right up her nose and into her lungs, all Oriana can do is cough uselessly as the effects are magnified ten fold for her in that moment. Her entire body spasms, and a gasp leaves her lips, followed by a truly wanton moan. She shakes her head, trying to ignore the effects, trying to fight them off… only for the imp in front of her to suddenly shove his cock into her face, slapping it against her cheek and rubbing it all over her features.

Oriana whimpers, her lips instinctively parting and her tongue slipping out to try and get a lick of the monster's dick. It's not very knightly behavior, she knows that deep down inside… but with the concentrated dose suffusing her being, it's getting harder and harder to think straight. And at this point, neither Iris' muffled squealing and screaming as she screams herself, nor Emma's crying and begging for it to stop as she sobs to herself, are helping matters. In fact, both women's reactions to their defilement… turn Oriana on tremendously.

When the Imp grabs her by her golden-haired ponytail and thrusts his cock into her mouth, the female Knight sucks. She sucks enthusiastically, slurping and winding her tongue around his cock, because fuck her ideals, fuck her honor… it was fucking delicious, and she wanted more of it. For a while, her entire world zeroes down to sucking this monster's dick. This monster, who she could have easily killed in a one on one fight. But that doesn't matter, not anymore.

Vaguely, Oriana is aware of more of the small demons crowding around her kneeling form. Their tiny hands begin to work at the straps of her armor, removing her breastplate, her greaves, her gauntlets… all of it. They take it off of her piece by piece, and then they tear her clothes away from her body with their tiny claws for good measure.

Oriana can only moan at the rough treatment, her eyes lidded in pleasure as she continues to dutifully suck the imp dick in her mouth. That particular imp growls, holding onto her hair with both hands now, greedily humping away at her face. With how energetic he is, Oriana can be excused for failing to notice the one getting into position behind her, surely. She only realizes he's there when he finally grabs hold of her hips and thrusts forward, penetrating her cunt from behind.

A muffled squeal emits from the Lady Knight's mouth as she's spit-roasted between the two monsters, fucked from both ends by the imps. But of course, that's far from the end of her disgrace and degradation. Her hands are yanked up and soon wrapped around the cocks of two more imps, and in the midst of her mind broken lust, Oriana happily, gladly even, jerks them both off. Her motions are inexperienced of course, but that doesn't seem to be something the monsters mind all that much.

Eventually, even her final orifice is taken, not even that last bit of her dignity left to the beleaguered adventurer. A fifth imp jump up onto her back, gripping her ass and resting his feet on either side of her hips as he crouches, and a moment later his cock is inside of her back door, stretching her anus wide. It's painful, and for a moment the pain breaks through the haze of pleasure as Oriana's blue eyes widen and she fully realizes the situation she and the other two are in.

But the moment she begins to fight, the moment she yanks the two imps in her hands closer to her and starts to struggle, every single one of the damnable little beasts coughs on her, expelling more of the gas into her face, across her naked body. She inhales plenty to put her back into a pliable state once again, leaving her moaning and mewling like one of Ishtar's whores, rather than the Knight she's supposed to be.

Eventually, the imps cum, both filling her holes and covering her body. She's passed over to an orc after that, and fucked face first into the ground, plowed mercilessly from behind as she squeals and shrieks and groans and moans, almost begging for it, though luckily, she can't find the actual words to do so. Emma though… Emma has had a change of tune, while Oriana was distracted with her imp gangbang.

"Oh yes! Fuck me harder, Mister Orc! Give it to me! OH! OH! OH!!!"

The Captain of their Familia is currently riding one of the orcs reverse cowgirl now, her beautiful pink dress mostly torn from her at this point. She has one of her arms reaching back to wrap around the orc's fat neck, even as he holds her by the waist, bouncing her up and down on his cock. There's a truly stupid look of pleasure and ecstasy on Emma's face, eyes rolled back in her head, tongue lolling out of her mouth, even as she continues to beg for more. The pink-haired, pink-eyed adventurer is completely disgracing herself… not that Oriana is judging her, nor does the Level Two have room to judge.

"I don't care about my sister anymore! I don't care about anything up there! I just want to get FUUUUUCKED! Don't stop Mister Orc! Don't stop for even a moment! YESSSSSS!!!"

As Emma cums her brains out while being impaled upon the orc's cock again and again, his bulbous, massive member bulging out of her belly visibly with every thrust, Iris is still practically making love with an orc off to the side, though whether it's the first one still or not, who can say. The cow girl's face is flushed red with heat as she lovingly kisses the orc she's currently riding, bouncing up and down on this one's cock just as enthusiastically as any that came before him, her massive milk jugs smooshed against his fat belly all the while.

Truly, the three of them make quite the sight. The view is wholly and utterly debauched… and no one is coming for them. Not even Oriana, experienced Level Two adventurer that she was, had noticed that the orcs, as they'd fought in the beginning, had managed to lead the party of three over to a lesser traveled portion of the tenth floor. Around a corner, out of sight, all three women are completely and utterly destroyed, dominated sexually and broken down until nothing of the proud adventurers they once were remains.

All three of them had plans, all three of them had goals. Emma wanted to find her sister. Iris hoped to be able to make a living as an adventurer and never be in debt again. Oriana simply wished to follow in the footsteps of her family and strive to become the greatest knight that ever lived. None of that is going to happen now. None of it can happen now.

Even if the monsters who have the three women in their clutches did decide to let them go once, they were done… none of them can go back to the way things were after this. All would seek out further rape, further degradation, further domination at the hands of monsters. Even if it led to their deaths, they wanted more… they wanted to be fucked and used and abused by the monsters of the Dungeon.

Perhaps then it was almost merciful that the monsters, or rather the Dungeon that created and controlled them, had no intention of letting any of the three adventurers go. Instead, the trio of women are dragged off, pulled into the walls of the tenth floor itself, the only things left behind being their weapons, their armor, and tattered remains of their torn clothing.

Not a single one of them resists, as they're walked into the shifting walls while still bouncing up and down on orc cock, each of them wrapping their limbs around the massive green-skinned monsters as said orcs hold them close. They've finally found their true purpose… and they wouldn't trade it for the world.

-x-X-x-

I hum, even as I have the orcs hook up my latest catches to the wall of one of the newly spawned flesh chambers I've made. Much like the breeding chamber slash laboratory I have on a lower floor for my Xenos, this breeding chamber is for female adventurers. The three that are now properly installed in the walls and being fucked by tentacles as they happily accept their fates are the first… but I intend to bring them plenty of friends soon enough.

More importantly, the experiment was a great success! It was something I got off of an imp Xenos, as it so happened… the ability to give imps, which were supposed to be demonic creatures bent on corruption, a signature move called Lust Breath. I'd waited until a party made up entirely of female adventurers had showed up to try it out, and it had NOT disappointed.

Though, I was pretty sure the cow girl succumbed so fast not because she was the weakest of the three, but because she was secretly a pervert who fantasized about being dominated by a big strong man. The orc that she'd lovingly made out with while it claimed her virginity and bounced her up and down on its cock had been enough to count as one, once she'd inhaled that first whiff of Lust Breath, it seemed.

The other two had fought longer, though the most armored of the three had fought the longest. My suspicions on why that was were now confirmed, even as I felt the female adventurers integrating into my system, so to speak. Put simply, I wasn't just breeding them all when I stuck them in the flesh chamber… I was draining them as well. And now that I'd started, I could definitely see the quantifiable differences between the three.

The lady knight who'd fought so much harder for so much longer, and who had needed multiple uses of Lust Breath before she'd properly gone down, was a Level Two. The other two adventurers were Level One. Was and were, were key words here, because as it turned out, they'd all soon be Level Ones with zeroed out stats, as it were.

I couldn't destroy the Falna etched into their souls, but I could drain them of every bit of excelia that they'd managed to collect so far on their journeys as adventurers. So, that was exactly what I did. And mm, let me tell you something.

It was delicious.

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A/N: Alright, this time we manage to progress the story along a little bit. While also ruining some more female adventurers in the process.

This chapter, our lovely ladies who get raped hard and fast by goblins and kobolds are Gina Gwen, Karen Morris, and Primo Libera.

To clarify here, both Gina and Primo are aged up in this story, as I don't write female characters as young as they were in canon. I try to make that somewhat clear in the writing, but I'm also saying it here so there's no confusion.

As always, enjoy~

-x-X-x-

"I'm really not sure we should be down here. If Flores got herself and the others in trouble, then that's her fault. Honestly, it's not like it's our duty to pull her out of every fire she so thoughtlessly tosses herself into, is it?"

"… Actually, it kind of is. We're her Familia, after all!"

"Gina is right! Besides, it's not like you need to be worried, Karen! You've got a genius of magic at your side!"

Karen Morris scoffs and looks away for a moment, dutifully hiding the fact that she is perhaps a little nervous. As a noblewoman showing weakness was most certainly NOT allowed.

"I'm not worried. I just don't see the point."

Giggling a little, Gina Gwen, Amazoness, strikes a pose and pumps a fist in the air.

"Well, think of it this way! Once we figure out what happened to Emma, Iris, and Oriana, we can rub it in their faces that we had to come rescue them!"

That gets Karen to perk up a bit more, the black-haired noble's eyes brightening. Meanwhile, the self-styled genius of magic, Primo Libera, giggles along with her Amazoness friend, nodding and causing her blonde pigtails to jump and bounce with the movement of her head. Her elven ears twitch on either side of her head.

All three are blossoming young women, under the care of their God. Said God had sent them down here on this mission to check on the Captain of their Familia and the other two girls that Emma had taken with her. It'd been a week since the party left for what was supposed to be a simple trek to the tenth floor, and yet, they still hadn't returned, oddly enough.

Of course, not a single one of the trio that had been sent to find them truly believed they were dead. Despite the fact that they were all adventurers, they were fairly new to this life in general, and one might even say they were innocent to the true depths of cruelty the world could inflict on people. Regardless, with the three of them together, even if they didn't have a Level Two with them, they were fully prepared to take on anything the first ten floors of the Dungeon could throw at them!

Unfortunately, they weren't quite as ready to deal with what their own kind might toss their way. As they kill the last of the kobolds and goblins who've attacked them, Gina wipes her brow.

"Woof! Our God was right, the eighth floor isn't a joke, despite only having the most basic monsters on them. Goblins and kobolds here are a lot stronger than up on Floor One!"

Karen and Primo both nod at that, agreeing, even if neither of them actually wipes their own brow of sweat. For one, it would be undignified for a noble like Karen to engage in such activities. For two, Primo just relied on her magic, so she hadn't even worked up a sweat anyways. Either way, having fully cleared the eighth floor, the trio of Level One Adventurers prepares to make their way down to the ninth… only to stop and pause when a sound suddenly reaches them from down the stairs that lead to that floor.

"… Do you hear that?"

"What is that… it sounds like a stampede?"

A moment later, and suddenly a man and a girl appear racing up the stairs. The man has an eastern look to him, as well as a gaunt face, with his black hair done up in a ponytail. The girl is a child of the cat people race, with ears and a tail and everything, and she's carrying an absolutely massive backpack with ease, marking her as a Supporter.

As the two run past them, the trio of young female adventurers all stare, blinking dumbly. The man gives them all a smarmy smirk and a wink, while the cat girl looks truly apologetic, even making direct eye contact with Gina as they rush past.

"Lili is sorry…"

It's quiet, barely even audible, but the three girls pick it up nonetheless, even as confusing as it is… and then the man and girl are gone, leaving the trio just standing there, scratching their heads in confusion for a moment. If only they had a more experienced adventurer along with them. Oriana, for instance, would have been able to spot a Pass Parade from a mile away.

Unfortunately, they hadn't noticed the duo up above in the guild hall while they'd been talking very loudly about how they had to go down to the tenth floor to search for their familia. As a result, they had no idea that anyone might seek to use the Dungeon against them. Together, Gina, Karen, and Primo should have been able to handle even the tenth floor… but there was no way that the trio of girls was ready to handle the absolute mass of goblins and kobolds that came streaming up from the ninth floor onto the eighth floor moments later.

Chasing after the man and the girl as they were, the monsters didn't exactly care WHO they actually managed to get. Gina and Karen barely manage to get their weapons up in time before they're being overran, and Primo only manages to get off one chant of Lumine Pleiades before her staff is torn out of her hands and she's knocked to the ground.

The monsters are none too gentle with the three young women, and for a heart stopping moment, Gina, Karen, and Primo all realize that this is it… this is where they die. Like so many adventurers before them, they're going to die down here in the dungeon… perhaps even like their other familia members had done. It's the first time any of the three girls have had to confront death, their deaths in particular… and it's terrifying for the lot of them, causing tears to well up in their eyes as they break, none of them particularly strong in the mind.

Only, death doesn't come for them, despite their total and utter defeat. The goblins and kobolds set upon them by that despicable man and his supporter don't deliver the final blows, despite having the ability to, despite everything they've ever heard saying that monsters don't SHOW mercy. And as it turns out, they're not showing mercy… because death would be a mercy compared to what happens next.

Unlike with the imps and orcs that Emma's party faced on the tenth floor, there's no lust breath to be breathed into Gina, Karen, and Primo's faces. Instead, the level one adventurers are subjected to rape, plain and simple. Their clothes are torn off of their bodies by the goblins and kobolds, and their struggling results in more clawing and punches and kicks that ultimately cause their resistance to crumble, not that their crying ever stops.

Gina came to Orario out of admiration for strong women. She'd even gone so far as to wait a few more years, until she was a bit older before making the journey to the city. She hadn't wanted to disappoint, hadn't wanted to end up coming across as weak to the other adventurers. Now though, the young Amazoness is being pinned down and fucked by a goblin, something she never thought could or would happen to her. His cock is between her thighs, thrusting into her body though, and from the pain she knows he's torn right through her hymen, taking her virginity.

… Part of Gina had hoped that maybe, just maybe it would be her God that would claim that special first time from her. She knew it was silly to fall in love with a God… but she had with her God, it was why she'd left the Hermes Familia to join his in the first place. Now here she was, being defiled by a goblin, and she wasn't sure how she could ever show her face to her God again. It got worse from there though, as she found her head twisted to one side and another goblin's cock forced into her mouth.

All the Amazoness can do is sob brokenly, her dreams of emulating the strong women she'd known all her life dashed before her eyes.

Things are little better for Karen. Originally a noble from outside of Orario, she'd come to the city after coming into contact with an adventurer who saved her life. Inspired by that adventurer's example, she'd wanted to follow in their footsteps. She'd found her God fairly early on, though not early enough to be his first, not early enough to be his Captain.

Part of her had always admired Emma for her grit and determination, but another part of her had always seen Emma as her rival. There was no denying that she was unbelievably hard on the pinkette, harder than anyone else, mostly because she wanted to see Emma succeed, but also secretly because if Emma failed, then perhaps she could be the Captain of the Familia in Emma's place. It was only right that she step up, if Emma fell flat on her face one too many times.

Now though, now it was Karen who was flat on her face, the cool, dignified personality that the young noblewoman always put on completely demolished, the façade destroyed and replaced by a sobbing, sniveling girl who was being raped, fucked in both of her holes, the two kobolds above her fucking her ass and cunt at the same time as she lay there, face down, ass up, a truly humiliating position.

Much like Gina, Karen had had a crush on their God. Unlike Gina, it'd been so secret that Karen hadn't been able to acknowledge it, even to herself. But deep down inside, even if she hadn't known it, she too had wanted her first time to go to their God. But that chance was well and truly lost now… and so was Karen Morris.

Part of her curses the adventurer who saved her life, even as she sobs and begs for it to stop, begs for the monsters to show mercy. Why hadn't they warned her? Why hadn't anyone told her what being an adventurer was REALLY like?

Shellshocked, Primo is crying, but not quite sobbing. This isn't because she's stronger then Gina or Karen, necessarily… but because the young elf has already broken. Her eyes are wide and glazed over, and her mouth is open, being kissed savagely by the goblin currently using her breasts to give himself a titjob. After a moment, he pulls back and then grabs her by her twin tails, yanking on them hard and forcing the mind broken elf's head up so that he can jam the tip of his cock into her mouth every time it pokes out of the top of her cleavage.

Meanwhile, down between her legs, a kobold is raping her, just as her friends are being raped, having robbed her of her virginity in the same way Gina and Karen's were taken. All of her life, her admittedly short life by elven standards, Primo had believed herself to be a genius in magic. She'd always admired Riveria Ljos Alf and wanted to emulate that beautiful older elven woman with all her heart.

This had frequently led to her biting off more than she can chew, but she'd ultimately always come out on top and been fine. She and Gina had been inseparable since joining their God's Familia, and together the two of them had been making wondrous progress in the Dungeon before their God had sent them on this mission.

And yet, how could she ever hope to look all of her elven idols in the eye now that this had happened? How could anything go back to the way it was before, now that her magic had failed her, and she was being defiled right here on the ninth floor of the Dungeon? Broken, wholly and utterly, Primo doesn't bother fighting back, the elf little more than a body at this point for the monsters to rape and fuck until they were done.

All three of the female adventurers are completely and utterly ruined by the time the monsters finish with them and begin dragging their limp forms down the stairs, to the ninth floor and beyond.

-x-X-x-

"… Holy fuck, what the fuck did I just witness?"

His name was Ged Raish, and he was a Level One Adventurer. He'd been level one for a long time now, and by this point he'd sort of plateaued. That didn't mean he could stop going down into the Dungeon though, after all, it was his livelihood. And there was always the chance he'd come across something good… like today. Today, when he'd heard those three tarts saying they were going down into the Dungeon to look for their missing friends, he'd known immediately what he was going to do.

If they were going all the way down to the tenth floor, well then, they'd likely collect a fairly tidy sum in the form of magic stones and monster drops along the way. All he had to do was get down there first and be ready to sick the entirety of the ninth floor on their asses, just as they were finishing up with the eighth, while they were still tired.

It was something Ged had actually had some success with before, and so he hadn't been too worried about making it work this time. There was the small issue of the supporter he'd picked up raising some concern about his plan when he explained it to her, but a simple backhand across the little bitch's face had shut her up nice and quick.

However, even Ged hadn't expected to see a gangrape today. The Dungeon didn't… it didn't engage in such activities, as far as he was aware. What should have been a fast slaughter, after which he and his supporter could go about collecting the loot that the newly made corpses were carrying… had turned into a wholesale rapefest, centered around the three female adventurers he'd just pass paraded.

As the goblins and kobolds start to drag the defeated women down the stairs, gear and loot and all still on their broken but not murdered bodies, Ged just stays where he is, frozen in place… impossibly aroused. His cock has never been harder, and at this point he needs some relief, stat. Well, the supporter he'd picked up wouldn't be doing her job of collecting all those magic stones and monster drops now… so perhaps he could get some relief from her?

"Oi, brat. You're going to-!"

As Ged turns around to let his supporter know what would be expected of her now… it's not the small cat girl he'd hired that he finds behind him. No, she's completely gone. Instead, the presence that he'd been associating with her all this time… is instead a War Shadow with a purple moth on its head? Ged's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to exclaim in shock, only for the purple moth to launch a concentrated spray of poison powder directly into his maw. They weren't supposed to do that, they were supposed to spread it more naturally than that… but the Dungeon was doing a lot of things it wasn't supposed to be doing today.

As the male adventurer flops back, already frothing at the mouth from the direct application of poison, the War Shadow reaches out with its claws… and shoves them right down Ged's throat. Only, rather than tearing his neck and upper chest open, the claws and the rest of the War Shadow disappear into the male adventurer, flowing into his open mouth and burrowing into his spine, the gaseous form monster stuffing itself inside of Ged wholesale.

Needless to say, Ged Raish did not survive the experience… but after a few minutes of his corpse twitching and spasming on the ground, it suddenly shifted and rose to its feet, a slow, wicked smile spreading across the dead adventurer's face as he looked down at his hands. Or rather, as the thing that now inhabited him in place of his soul looked down at his hands, through his eyes.

-x-X-x-

Lili could hardly believe what she'd witnessed. Part of her wondered if she should report it to the Guild, but in the end, she'd decided against it. For one, who would believe her? For two, she didn't need that sort of attention thrown her way. In the end, if that was the sort of thing the Dungeon did to defeated female adventurers now… someone would eventually survive such an encounter and report the new behavior to the Dungeon. No need for Lili to get involved.

She was glad she'd left when she had. It'd been near the start, when she'd first begun to realize that the adventurers weren't being killed. She'd been ready to do what her adventurer for the day said, fully intending to rob him of his ill-gotten gains on the way out of the Dungeon. As despicable as Lili found his behavior (honestly, pass parading a rescue mission? That was low, even for Lili) she hadn't had a choice but to just go along with it in the end.

But then the goblins and kobolds had started raping those female adventurers, and the male adventurer she'd signed up with had begun to breath through his mouth… and then she'd noticed he was starting to tent his pants. THAT was when Lili had fled as fast and as quietly as she possibly could. And she hadn't stopped running until she made it back to the city.

Maybe for at least a little while, Lili wouldn't go back into the Dungeon. That adventurer could tell the Guild what he'd witnessed, if he wanted to. Lili… perhaps it was counterproductive to her goal of escaping the Soma Familia, but she had enough savings to take a couple days off. She needed the break, she decided. Very badly.

-x-X-x-

What a day. As painful as it was for me to admit, I was not omniscient, even within the Dungeon. Despite BEING the Dungeon, I couldn't know everything that was happening at all times in every single nook and cranny of my sprawling complex of floors. A lot of it was automated when I arrived, and I'd kept a lot of it automated still for now as well. That didn't mean I could only focus on one thing at a time, necessarily, I'd been pretty good at multitasking before I'd found myself in this situation, but still, it was easy to get stretched thin.

As such, one of my priority targets had managed to get away from me. I'd been distracted by watching another priority target at the time. All the way up on the fifth floor, I'd watched as Ais Wallenstein saved Bell Cranel from certain death via Minotaur. Honestly, I'd been a little worried that she'd be too slow or something, which was why my focus was zeroed in on the moment.

See, I had an idea. And to make the idea a reality, I needed Bell Cranel not only to live, but also to gain that utterly bullshit skill, Liaris Freese. That skill was the ticket to unlimited potential, in my humble opinion. It was akin to a cheat skill, a protagonist power… and I wanted it. So, Bell had to get it, which meant he had to survive the Minotaur attack, but not only that, Ais had to be the one to save him.

… I'd slowed the Minotaur down by a fraction of a second when it'd finally been about to swing and kill Bell. All's well that had ended well, Ais had arrived in time, Bell had ended up positively coated in blood, and then he'd ran away screaming, fleeing the Dungeon as Ais had watched him go.

It was only after the exchange had completed that I'd noticed what was going down on the eighth and ninth floors. Unfortunately, I noticed JUST as Liliruca Arde made a break for it. I wanted that damn Pallum, I wanted her ALMOST as badly as I eventually wanted Bell. And unlike Bell, I didn't have to wait for her next Falna update before going for her.

Unfortunately, the little bitch was too damn fast, and long gone by the time I could get anything into position to try and capture her. Meanwhile, the three adventurers that she and her 'friend' had pass paraded were broken easily enough and dragged down to one of the breeding chambers. Their excelia had an interesting taste to it, and after a moment of absorbing their stats from their Falna, I came to realize they were actually from the same Familia as that trio I'd fucked silly on the tenth floor a week earlier.

How cute, they'd been on a rescue mission. All the same, they were soon experiencing the same fate as their other party. Not that I was paying them much mind by that point. No, around the time I'd signaled my monsters to drag them to the breeding chamber, I'd turned my attention to the male adventurer who'd been watching from his hiding place the entire time.

Before he could leave after realizing he wasn't going to get any of their loot for leading them to their doom, I'd gone ahead and tried out my latest idea on him, mostly to make sure it would work on Bell later. The War Shadow and Purple Moth combo had proven exceptionally deadly and setting the altered War Shadow lose INSIDE of the adventurer had worked wonders. It was still just a proof of concept of course, but right now I was walking up through the Dungeon wearing an adventurer's skin. And best of all, his Falna was still intact, just the way I wanted it.

I could feel that bastard God sat beneath the Guild, praying to keep me away. But the body of the adventurer I was puppeting… it let me pass right on through, like I was exiting some sort of film. I didn't pop the invisible bubble that existed over the Dungeon's entrance to keep monsters at bay or anything like that… but I did slip past it with ease. Chuckling darkly, grinning like a mad man, I make my way out of the Guild and onto the street and stare up at the sun for the first time in a while.

… This was promising. VERY promising.