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I gulped. I had entered one the goblins I had summoned. I only had enough for eight of them. Normally, they propagated level two, but I had brought them up to level one to bring this girl out of the pitfall. She had seemingly been knocked out cold in the first pitfall. Was this luck? Should I kill her now?
I shook my head. I wasn’t a murderer. Then again, maybe I could just have the goblins do it. No, that would just be the same as me doing. The goblins weren’t free-thinking creatures. I could also set them on guard, in which case they would walk back and forth over a designated area and prevent anyone from passing. Hunt mode was a bit more aggressive. They would wander the entire level, and if an enemy appeared, they would attack doggedly until they or the enemy perished.
They were currently set to standby, which meant they were just sitting back and observing. If I ordered them to, they would attack, but they otherwise wouldn’t do anything unless I ordered it. I couldn’t just look the other way and let nature take its course.
In that case, what could I do with her? Even killing her might not be a good solution, because if even a C-class died on my dungeon, wouldn’t that mean they’d send a B or even an A? I had no delusions that I was far more powerful. It was a pure accident that she was in such a situation.
“Huh? What is this?”
I noticed something glowing hanging from her belt. I pulled it off to see a green card. When I looked at it, text magically appeared.
“Misty Waters – Swordswoman – Rank F,” I spoke in an unpleasantly screeching goblin voice. “You’re not the rank C?”
That made me feel better and worse. On the one hand, I didn’t have a bomb in my possession. On the other hand, that meant that my day with the C-class was still coming. I looked back at her one more time, and then over at my points.
“So, points do rise when there are people.”
My points were currently 2312 and rising. With this woman Misty present, it rose about one a minute. Compared to one an hour, that was nearly sixty times faster. When the team arrived, they stayed for only about fifteen minutes, and they had earned me about sixty points. Meanwhile, the first people who arrived had earned me twenty-four points. There had only been three of them and they had barely stayed for five minutes.
This told me that different people gave different points. I guessed that it had to do with how powerful they were. The more powerful someone was, the more points they gave.
As for this F-class, as long as she remained in my dungeon, I could earn 1,440 points a day. A single goblin was 250 points, the same as a fall pit. The only things that were 100 were light scones, rats, bats, and other such items. The bats and rats weren’t magical or giant. I had wasted 200 points getting one of each. They could be ordered to guard or attack the same as monsters, but unless you had them in an insane number, it was impossible to kill someone with them. They weren’t even labeled under monsters, but ambiance.
Suffice it to say, that if I wanted to survive the C-class coming, I needed to prove that the previous group had lied. Since they had left, no one knew had arrived, telling me that I had gotten the reputation as a cheap dungeon. Like that, my prospects were slim. However, if I kept her here, couldn’t I continue to earn extra points indefinitely?
Chains were one of the options I could produce cheaply. I could tie her up and continue to harvest mana from her. My finger hovered over the purchase option. Yet, I continued to hold back.
“Mm…” She moaned, and I jumped out of the goblin into my spectator mode.
I re-entered the goblin. I was no fighter. If she woke up, I’d have to depend on the goblins, and I had a feeling they weren’t that good either. They didn’t even have weapons. No, wait, one of them was now holding her sword while another had put on her helmet. It turned out they would equip themselves with anything sitting nearby. I supposed that was why treasure chests were a thing. They held anything you put in them and kept the monsters from messing around with them.
I crossed my arms, staring at the girl. Seeing her there asleep, she was pretty. Of course, I couldn’t see much of her body thanks to her armor.
“The armor!” I slapped my forehead.
At the least, I could have a full set of armor for one of my goblins. I ordered them to strip her. It had been done pragmatically, but upon seeing the creatures pull off her clothing, blood started to flow to a certain part of me. Just how many hentai had I watched where a group of goblins ripped off the clothing of the helpless heroine and then violated her?
“Shit…”
Even though I looked away, I realized that the goblin I was in was sporting a chubby. I didn’t even know that was possible. While inside the goblin, the goblin had my body. I was curious, so I ordered the goblin with the sword to hold it out.
“Ow! Sharp!”
I was stupid and moved my hand across it. I was thinking it would be like the sword I had hanging on my wall. I had purchased it online. It was a perfect replica of the Masamune sword, but even the sharp end wasn’t sharp enough to cut with a touch. I was expecting to use some force, and the result was that I had a deep cut on my palm. Green blood was leaking out and it was really painful.
“I don’t want to feel pain!”
I didn’t like pain or discomfort. That’s one of the reasons I rarely went outside. It was hard to breathe climbing upstairs, and if I fell, it hurt a whole lot. I felt way less pain sitting in my computer chair. The pain suddenly stopped. At first, I thought he had healed, but there was still blood coming out. I also noticed that his tiny erection was shrinking too.
“Sharing feeling is optional.” I realized it out loud.
The other goblins had finished stripping her. They started putting on her outfit. Considering it was made for a woman, these pieces looked ridiculous on the goblins. They were oversized and mishappened. I still didn’t want to deal with the goblin blood, so I went into a spectator and then entered one of the other goblins, the one with the sword. I then sent the goblin who was bleeding back to the second floor so he could go bleed by himself.
I examined the sword in my hand. It had been sharpened professionally and it felt well-built. Perhaps, this goblin should be the leader of the goblins.
“Should I name this goblin? How about Stabby the Goblin?” I laughed.
[You do not have enough dungeon points to name this monster.]
I nearly jumped when the text popped up. So, naming creatures was a function of the dungeon too. I had a feeling I understood. He would be an abnormally powerful monster, although it would cost me dungeon points to do it. At that moment, it didn’t matter though, because I didn’t have enough points. I could only earn more and slowly figure out these things. That led me back to the girl.
Although her armor was removed, she was still wearing clothing underneath. It just looked a lot more scandalous and revealing. I couldn’t help but gulp as my eyes roved over her body. I could see her large chest and impressive curves. She was attractive, and she had a body to match. That was when it occurred to me that she was also unconscious.
I started to sweat as I looked at her. She had come into my dungeon. This was her fault when you thought about it. She got knocked out too. I could stab her with this sword and kill her. I had a feeling that if she died, I’d get a sudden lump sum of points. However, I couldn’t bring myself to test that theory. It felt somehow wrong to strike down a young beauty in her prime. Plus, I was no murderer.
I couldn’t bring myself to capture her, and I couldn’t bring myself to kill her. I had already robbed her of all of her supplies. All she had left was a backpack with some basic supplies in it. There was a torch she had yet to light, rope, food, and water.
“I wonder…”
I reactivated my senses now that I was in an uninjured body. I then bit into a piece of hard bread she had sitting in her bag.
“It’s gross.” I made a face, but then I grew excited.
I could taste it! That meant I could continue to enjoy food. More than that, I was in the body of a goblin, so I could eat as much as I wanted without gaining any weight. That was incredible! My desire to live increased exponentially.
It was a shame that all this girl had was hard bread and water. I wasn’t interested in any of it. After rummaging through her pack, I decided not to take it. Without her armor and weapon, she wouldn’t dare return to my dungeon. I waved my hand and the goblins dragged her back to the entrance. I left her adventurer’s card in with her bag and had them drop it right next to her body. She remained in the range of my dungeon until she woke up eight hours later. By that point, I had earned about 500 points from her starting from when she entered.
She got up a bit confused, but eventually, she stood up straight, looking around in fear and surprise. When she noticed her armor was gone, she let out a cry, her hand reaching to her sword hilt, although her sword and scabbard were gone too. My goblins were already back on the second floor, so she would have no clue where they were.
I almost thought she’d run back into the dungeon, as she stared at it for quite a long time silently. Finally, she sighed and turned away, picking up her pack and heading back into the forest. Only then did I start to relax. She looked down at the pit that she had fallen in. After a few moments, an idea struck me and I got to work.
“She’s back.”
Two weeks had passed by before the young maiden named Misty returned. Like before, she was wearing armor. However, this one didn’t look nearly as nice as the last one. It wasn’t shaped to her body at all, and it had various nicks and cuts on it. The last one looked worn, while this one looked like it had been pulled out of the garbage. She no longer had a sword, but instead, she was holding a staff. She kneeled like the first time.
“Great goddess, I cannot fail again. Please bless this armor that my father wore when he died battling the demon king. I must have the core. It’s the only way I can save her. Give me the ability to do this goddess.”
She stood up, taking a deep breath, and then entering once again. I watched her with curiosity.
“Ahhhh!” Thud.
“She fell for it.”
I appeared right outside of her pit in spectator mode, looking down where she fell. I had no words. After she had fallen into the pitfall, I had come up with an idea. Hidden pitfalls were identical to pitfalls, except that they were covered and looked like the ground. When you stepped on them, the ground would give way. Now, I couldn’t combine two fall pits. They had to be put at least a foot away from each other, so I couldn’t just make an impassible cavern.
I reckoned that if someone saw the pitfall and jumped over it, they wouldn’t watch where they landed on the other side. With a hidden pitfall there, they would fall over the edge once again. The hidden pitfall cost 500 points, twice that of a normal pitfall. However, since she had given me that many points, and so I had used them. I hadn’t expected her to return, let alone for the trick to work on her. After already falling into a fall pit, one would expect her to be especially cautious.
I was summoned by goblins and had her pulled out. The goblin I had cut did recover. He had a scar on his hand, but he otherwise healed up just fine. Once she was back on the ground, I had them strip her of her armor and then I sent them away, leaving on the goblin I was controlling. This time, the clothes under her armor were scrunched up and revealed quite a bit more of her body. The goblin dick was tiny, but it was also stiff looking at her.
“I gave you a chance to leave. You came back.” I panted. “Maybe, a little punishment is in order.
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