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“Ah!”

“Wh-why are you up?”

After finishing her fun with the tentacle monster, the mage went to return to the camp like nothing had happened, only to encounter the archer, who looked like she was preparing to enter the dungeon, even donning her armor. She had been focused on dressing, so she didn’t notice the mage exiting from the entrance of the dungeon.

“Nothing. I’m just…going to check the perimeter!” The archer announced, but then her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing up?”

“Me?” The mage’s voice squeaked. “Nothing! I had to… relieve myself.”

Her face turned red, but the archer couldn’t see it too well in the dying embers of the fire they had set the evening before.

“Oh, I-in that case… I’ll leave you to it.”

Both women, not wanting to be caught, quickly minded their own business. The mage jumped back into her bedding, her pussy wet and throbbing still from the lingering orgasms. She let out a sigh of satisfaction and quickly fell asleep. Meanwhile, the frustrated archer went out and did what she said she would do to not create suspicion. However, she only did a single pass before checking and making sure the other girls were asleep and then slipped into the dungeon.

Like the previous heroine, she worked her way down, although she was a bit more cautious with her armor and her bow in hand. She ventured deeper than the other girl, returning to the level of ice. She then grabbed the ropes and pulled herself down the hallway. When she reached the path, she naturally headed for the treasure room. Upon entering the room, she frowned to see that the “trap” was still depressed. The trap door that put her in the slime was still open the small pit revealed. Even after stomping on it twice, nothing changed.

When she realized she wasn’t getting what she was looking for, she began to look around the room, feeling the walls for the trap door that the goblin had entered from.

“Come on… little goblin.” She muttered anxiously. “I won’t hurt you…”

I couldn’t help but watch her thoughtfully. If I had a chin, I would have been stroking it in contemplation. Normally, I wasn’t the most trusting guy. The reasonable belief would be that she returned with the hope of claiming revenge. If I were a woman who had just faced the embarrassment of being used as a toy by some ugly creature, I might want to kill it in retribution too.

However, the mage had opened up my eyes a bit. She kept returning to the tentacle monster every night for sexual release. I could write one girl off as a fluke, but two girls becoming seduced by my monsters? It seemed unlikely. The only reason the mage had even got her chance to show her perversion was because I had no other choice. When it came to the tentacle monster, it had no means of protecting itself. Its role was merely to tie up an opponent at an inopportune time, which could be trouble if they were being set upon by other monsters.

I hadn’t done anything aggressive because if the mage had been intent on destroying it, there was nothing I could do. However, when it came to the goblin, I could keep him from her wrath simply by not allowing him to come out. As long as I didn’t reset the trap, he’d remain in hiding. Yet, if this archer was as slutty as her mage friend, there was no reason for this. Thus, I was conflicted about how I wanted to proceed.

After about fifteen minutes of failing to find the secret door, the archer looked around briefly, and then closing her eyes like she had come to a decision, she started to strip. Once all of her clothing and armor were on the floor, she got on all fours. She then started to wag her behind.

“Please… Mr. Goblin… I’m waiting…” Her voice broke as she spoke, almost like she was hating herself for being forced to go this far.

I still hesitated. It was a convincing show, certainly, but it could be a trap. She might still be luring my goblin out for death! Since she had already thrown all modesty out the door, this was a honey trap. Did my thoughts come off as unhinged? Hardly! I was a top commenter on certain banned discussion sites. I had heard countless horror stories of the extent women would go to ruin hard-working, innocent men. Poking holes in condoms, filing fake assault charges, and using sex to trick a man into losing half his shit, women were capable of all of it!

“Gra gru gar…” The goblin suddenly spoke.

“Hmm? What’s that?”

“Gooo… Ra…. Ra…. Gu…”

“You want me to let you in? You want to take your chances with the honey trap?”

Although I didn’t speak goblin, I could still understand the goblin’s intent since we were linked.

“Gra… goo…. Gra…”

“I see… so you’re a man of culture.” I sighed. “I suppose whether man or monster, we all must make that choice to risk sticking it in crazy. What men must do in pursuit of pussy…”

I gave him a salute of honor, opening up the path so he could enter her room. He stepped inside, pulling out his dick as the door shut behind him. Thankfully, my worries were for nothing. Of course, I watched. I too, was a man of culture. She even gave him a kiss when they were done. As she got dressed and returned to the camp before the sun began to rise, I couldn’t help but approach Misty.

“Are all women like this in your world?”

Although she didn’t have a front-row seat like me, she had at least some awareness of what was happening in the dungeon.

Misty’s face turned slightly pink. “Our heroine ranking isn’t just a measure of our physical strength, but our mental strength as well.”

“You’re saying rank F heroines are mentally weak?”

“Mmhmm. They’re very susceptible to vices.” Misty nodded. “After all, few women chose to put their lives on the line unless they were desperate. Wouldn’t most choose a peaceful and easy life unless they had no other choice? In that regard, most women who choose to follow this line of work are already near their breaking point, and for those who haven’t done it long, it’s very easy for them to break down.”

I’d consider arguing with her, but the proof was already in front of me. It seemed like heroines were already not the most mentally stable bunch. All it took was a little trauma and they’d decided into the abyss.

The next morning, the leader of the ground was going through all the supplies while the others slept in a little later. She finally couldn’t help but wake them up.

“We don’t have much longer.” She sighed. “We’re almost out of water and food. Only about a day or two left.”

“W-wait, let’s not be hasty here!” The mage cried out.

“We’re so close to a finished set.” The white mage nodded in agreement.

The leader looked at the three girls who all looked intent on staying before throwing her hands up. “I didn’t say we wouldn’t go again, but this might be our last trip.”

Her words immediately caused me to feel anxious. They had been earning me quite a bit of points, but they currently had three pieces of my equipment and I felt slightly pained over the idea they might walk off with them. As long as they reached the final level, Misty could assure a knockout and then we could rob them and leave them at the entrance. This was our end goal.

We wanted them to return to the city with their bitter tale of how they were so close to having everything and then failed in the end. Since they were considered a trash party, if even they could nearly get a complete set of magic armor, wouldn’t this attract all of the other parties who had more confidence? Furthermore, the promise that even if they were defeated, it wasn’t death, would naturally encourage more people to come.

Naturally, dungeons that seldom killed heroines were lower ranked and better preserved than those considered disagreeable. It would serve to keep my little home from being destroyed by the dungeon guild.

However, I hadn’t thought about their resources. Their expedition into our dungeon had now taken almost two weeks, and it looked like that was the extent they packed for. They progressed so slowly though that they had wasted all of their time, even though they were just getting to the good point.

Realizing that something needed to change, I quickly started to alter a few things. The chest that one could unlock on the 4^th floor now contained rations in it. As for water, I figured this was a big deal. People could go seven days without food, but only 2-3 days without water. Thus, I created a new pit, but this one I filled with water. I decided to hide another chest at the bottom of the pool. That chest contained a bottle of pills that once consumed, would leave someone feeling full for a day and provide the energy needed to continue. They were quite expensive, so I didn’t leave them easy to get.

 To get into the chest, one would need to swim down, and even then, it was locked. If they couldn’t swim twenty feet down, pick a lock, open a chest, and then swim twenty feet back up, then there was no chance. Of course, they could also get the key to save time.  As for the key, I placed it on a certain rat who was smaller and quicker than the rest. His orders were to run when a heroine was around, so they’d have to chase him down to get him, which got the key to open the chest on the first floor. I was pretty proud of my setup.

I finished my modifications just as the girls finished their breakfast and began their next and possibly final excursion. No sooner did they enter the dungeon than the girl in the lead let out a cry as she fell into the water. It became a far more serious situation than I thought it would. She was wearing full armor and it very nearly drowned her. Her party was able to fish her out though.

“This wasn’t here before!” The soaking-wet leader glared.

“The dungeon must have made changes.” The black mage spoke. “I heard that dungeons will do that over time.”

“This water is clean.” The white mage took a sip. “Isn’t this good? You were just saying we needed more water!”

“Good, huh…” The leader stared at the new pool of water warily, her body shaking with cold, but the other girls didn’t seem to have their guard up.

“Let’s go on. It’d be a shame if we didn’t make any progress.” The archer encouraged.

The leader eventually acquiesced, and the girls all headed deeper into the dungeon. The group passed the 2^nd floor simply, and the mage took a look at the alcove with the tentacle monster before biting her lip and continuing after. They didn’t even notice the rat with the glinting key.

When they hit the third floor, this was when things became problematic. The leader was still wet. She wanted to turn back, but the other girls, afraid this might be their last trip, pushed her to continue. Thus, while shaking and shivering, she led the girls across the ice path. Yet, she was nearly frozen by the time she reached the end. The girls quickly took her to the next level.

At this point, I had made some changes to the fourth level too. The room they entered was no longer the room with the bone, or it was more accurate to say I had divided the room into two. This room was an empty room set aside for camping. Two walls were placed on opposing sides, creating a hallway that separated the camp from the bone altar. This encouraged people to stop there and rest, allowing the bone to work on them.

By this point, their leader was shaking and couldn’t even stand. She was sick, and the girls had no choice but to set up camp inside the dungeon. Less prepared than Passion’s Summit, they didn’t have anything like the smokeless wood, so they had no choice but to gather whatever brush they could find and burn it. They got their leader out of her wet armor and then under some blankets near the fire.

As she recovered, the others couldn’t help but check out the next part of the dungeon. They walked through the hallway and came out into the smaller room. The altar, the plaque, and the locked door were all that were there. The chest would only reveal itself once one figured out the secret to open the door.

“A puzzle? I suck at puzzles.” The white mage mumbled, but her cheeks were pink, and she was awkwardly rubbing her legs together.

The other girls were also being affected. The bone was inducing arousal in all three of them. However, two of the girls had already found a place to relieve themselves. After only a few moments of trying to break the puzzle, the black mage and archer couldn’t take it anymore.

“I got to go to the restroom.” The black mage cried, nearly fleeing the room.

“I got to… go too!” The archer ran off as well.

The two girls ran past the camp where they had dumped their leader and then started heading back up. They didn’t even pay attention to each other as the archer went to the goblin room and the black mage returned to the tentacle monster. Both girls were soon getting pleasured by their respective vices. Meanwhile, the white mage barely seemed to notice them leaving. Her body was feeling extremely hot, and the phallic-shaped bone was becoming difficult to look away from.

Just give it a ride. No one will see. It’ll be fun.

I blinked when I heard those words. The white mage didn’t seem to react. Rather, she started approaching the evil bone. I noticed the evil bone looked a bit different too. It had a smoother, more phallic appearance. It had once been constructed from the bones of a goblin, but nothing about it even resembled a bone much anymore. She looked in both directions, and then biting her lip, she pulled off her dress.

My eyes widened as she carefully got up on the altar, and then squatted down on the evil bone. As soon as she did so, the bone itself started to vibrate. She gasped as it slid into her pussy. There was a deep buzzing sound as it went into her, and the bone seemed to push up and down almost like it was trying to escape the altar. I immediately checked it, and to my surprise, there was new information.

[Evil bone has absorbed enough mana. The evil bone has evolved into The Bone of Corruption.] [The Bone of Corruption is the next evolution of the evil bone. Besides having a stronger emotional effect and a further reach, The Bone of Corruption also has some intelligence. It can directly place thoughts into people’s minds. It even has limited movement which it uses to fulfill its dark purposes.]

It seemed that the evil bone had evolved from the last time I had noticed. The bone could now directly influence people, luring them into debauchery. I felt a bit complex. There were three bitches getting off in my dungeon, and I wasn’t involved in any of them. Of course, I could always take over any of them if I wanted to, but I decided it was better to allow my mobs to do their job. They were all an extension of me anyway, so it was me fucking them all.

The White Mage was growing more animated with the bone of corruption. At first, she had a look of discomfort as the hard thing slid into her pussy, but her eyes were also filled with lust. She started moaning almost as soon as it started vibrating.

The white mage grabbed her breast with her right hand, and she started playing with it. Her other hand went down, and she started rubbing her clit as her hip bucked against the dildo. It resembled one of those scenes where girls rode a Sybian sex toy. The white mage looked very horny and desperate. Her body was glistening with sweat. I could see her juices spilling out onto the Bone of Corruption. I could hear wet slapping noises from the bone and the white mage’s pussy. She was panting and groaning.

Her eyes closed as she continued masturbating. Her face was getting flushed. The evil bone glowed with it as the white mage approached her climax.

The evil bone seemed to get more aggressive, and the white mage had a look of blissful ecstasy on her face. The white mage’s eyes opened, and her pupils were dilated. She screamed out as her orgasm hit her.

Her body shook, and her head tilted back. She kept riding the bone, but now her movements were jerky. The white mage’s eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan. The bone of corruption exploded, releasing mana juice deep inside her. She ground her pussy down against the altar, taking the entire bone deep into her womb as squirt after squirt shot into her. This seemed to cause her body a moment of euphoria. Her eyes rolled up into her head as she shook uncontrollably.

Her whole body was shuddering. It was amazing to watch. The white mage’s orgasm finally subsided. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was labored. The bone of corruption stopped moving and she collapsed off of it. Yet, her body was still shuddering and shaking. The door and the chest opened, but she didn’t even look their way. Instead, she was staring up at the ceiling her body convulsed, like she was in a completely different world. The other two girls finished with their respective partners as well, yet, almost like they had unconsciously formed a pack, none of them returned to the camp. Instead, they spent about fifteen minutes recovering and then started round two. They had all divulged into debauchery.

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The girls returned to the dungeon entrance to camp for the night and then began their journey again. This seemed to be their strategy. They would progress a little bit, learn all the tricks and traps, and then progress a little further. This method of dungeon running was certainly different from the previous team I had encountered. It wasted a lot of time, but I didn’t particularly mind that. My dungeon points were going up much faster this entire week thanks to their presence.

Since I had so many extra points, and they even had left the dungeon for a time, I was able to make purchases. I ended up making a few small modifications on level three and level four, just to keep things interesting.

The party got up in the morning and then began their seventh trek into the dungeon. They used the bridges they had constructed to quickly pass the first floor, and then when they reached the second floor, they encountered one or two rats. I figured it’d be unbelievable if they just encountered no rats from then on, so I acted like rats were still being produced but at a diminished pace. Either way, the number was low enough that they could knock them out quickly and then continue with their journey.

“Ah, was this here before?” The leader finally noticed the alcove with the tentacle monster inside.

“Th-that’s where I found the helmet!” The mage cried out immediately. “There is nothing else there!”

The girls gave her a strange look, causing her face to turn red, but they ultimately accepted her words and continued. As they passed the tentacle trap, the mage kept a wide berth, eyeing it uneasily. The tentacles wouldn’t come out of hiding unless someone was in the alcove, so the party had no way of seeing the monster, and without an item on display in the alcove, no one had any reason to push themselves into that space anyway. The mage only let out a breath as they finally headed down to the next floor.

Before they had left the previous day, the party had already surveyed and discussed how they wanted to tackle the third level. They didn’t decide on a boat like the last group. They hadn’t noticed the caustic nature of the slime yet. They just thought it was slippery, so they planned to treat the ice like they were going ice climbing. That was to say that while waiting at camp they used their available daggers and attached them with rope to create rudimentary pickaxes. They were only able to construct three, so they tied a rope around their waists to create one long chain, and then the people in front got the pickaxes. As they crawled, the stronger ones in front would pull along the weaker ones in the back.

The mage, being smaller and having the least strength, was assigned to the back, but her trauma from being left behind the day before seemed to surface, and she threw a fit about being last until the archer agreed to take her place. Like that, the group continued forward the leader in front, followed by the healer, the mage, and then the archer. Although the archer had more arm strength than the white mage, her somewhat impressive chest made her quite top-heavy, and the other girls didn’t want to drag her around.

“S-sorry…” She looked like she wanted to cry as the other girls glared at her. “I’ll pull my weight.”

The mage, in particular, seemed to be rather displeased while looking at her chest and comparing it to her own.

The result was that the women began their horizontal ice climb. Since they had prepared ahead of time, they were dressed in warmer gear than the previous party, and with the picks, they were able to have quite a bit of control. If even these guys could handle this pace this intelligently, I couldn’t think about how foolishly Misty and Diamond had challenged it back then.

“M-master…” Misty twisted slightly when she noticed me eyeing her. “Did I do something?”

“Never mind.” I shook my head, not wanting to offend her.

Unlike Diamond who deserved to be put down, Misty was far too pleasant to be around.

“Damn it.” The girl in the front began to curse in annoyance. “This goo is making it hard to hold onto the pickaxes.”

She had been moving ahead with ease, but as goo inevitably covered the pickaxes, the handles became slick and difficult to hold, making their progress slow down. At that point, the group came upon the split path. After some deliberation, the leader decided to keep going straight. I whistled. This was going to be a doozy.

“Eh… we’re going faster? Ahhh!”

After heading around the bend, the slope started to turn slightly downward. It didn’t require too much extra DP to just change the room’s elevation slightly. In this case, I made it so that if someone went down the wrong path, they would end up sliding the rest of the way. The entire party ended up slamming into the far wall, the dead end of that hallway, before they even realized they had gone the wrong way.

I realized with Misty that as soon as they saw the dead end, they would just turn back, making that last fifty meters of hallway practically useless. I thought about using a treasure chest to lure them there, but considering everything, I decided to make it a slope instead was the best way to maximize the hallway’s use.

“If it had been like this back when we came, we would have been likely trapped there for some time.” Misty couldn’t help but shiver.

For the wrong party, this trap would be enough to wipe them out, but on the surface, it wasn’t even really a trap, and wouldn’t register as one on the Dungeonco scanners. Either way, the Unbroken Bond wasn’t a party that would be trapped by this.

“This dungeon…” The White mage rubbed her butt which had hit the wall hard.  

“Is it an F-rank dungeon?” The ranger couldn’t help but ask again.   

“We’ve already gotten two magic items. As an F-rank group, what are the chances we’d be able to raise enough to buy a magic item?” The leader demanded.

The other girls looked away, slightly ashamed expressions on their faces.

“We were just saying… it’s hard.” The ranger looked a bit ashen.

“If dungeons were easy, then everyone would do them!” The leader glared.

“Why don’t we take what we’ve gotten so far and leave?” The mage asked. “It’s a good haul.”

“You want to give up like that?” The leader glared at the others. “There is more treasure! I know it!”

“I’m just… tired.” The mage looked down, not willing to show the embarrassed expression on her face.

“Alright, fine, let’s have a vote.” The leader declared. “Two magic items, if we sell them, we’ll eat well for a month. However, if we keep going, we could potentially find a complete set. The boots and the helmet match. If we had the whole set, they sell for five times the price of the individual parts. If we can find the rest of this set, then we can make enough to live pretty for a year!”

The white mage pulled the two items out of the sack they had them in and looked at them carefully. “Ah! Y-you’re right! The helmet and the boots do appear to match.”

I couldn’t help but scratch my cheek awkwardly. They technically matched in that they were all just part of the steel armor set. I did that because it was the only armor I could afford that also had hard enough material to easily transcribe. I made it all a set for aesthetic reasons. I hadn’t realized that a complete set went for more money.

“So then, raise your hand if you want to walk away with just this.” The leader pointed at the two items.

“I do…” The mage raised her hand.

“And who wants to keep going?” She raised her hand, followed by the other two. “Sorry, outvoted.”

The mage bit her lip but otherwise didn’t fight back. I took a breath of relief. I was worried that I had pushed things too far and that they would end their journey early. Thankfully, their greed was still enough to keep them going. The girls, used their pickaxes and managed to climb back out of the decline, then returned to the side path. However, rather than taking it, they took out a nail and hammered it into the ice, then tied a rope to it and returned to the beginning. It was clear they planned to use the rope to bring themselves there quickly the next day.

The party left the third floor and started back to the entrance once again. The mage girl, in particular, had her head down in resignation. When they passed the alcove on the 2^nd floor, she stopped all of a sudden. Although they had removed the rope holding each other together, they still noticed this time.

“I… need to do something.” The mage spoke quietly, holding her arm. “Go ahead, I’ll be fifteen minutes.”

“Ew… you can’t wait until you’re outside? You have to do it in here?” The archer asked. “It’s like a twenty-minute walk.”

The mage’s face turned red. “I-I can’t! Please just go ahead.”

The girls made faces, but they continued with their walk. I was a bit curious, but not that curious. I knew that people had to do their business, inside of a dungeon or not. It just seemed like they might be misunderstanding her intentions. She waited until they were far ahead of her, and then cautiously turned back and walked over to the alcove. I frowned slightly, wondering if she was looking to get revenge. She was a mage, so a well-placed fireball could probably take care of the monster. They weren’t all that expensive, but it still would suck if she did it. I couldn’t help but tense.

That’s when something unexpected happened. She took over her clothing, stripping naked. Shaking slightly in the cold dungeon, she stepped into the alcove.

“P-Please, be gentle.” She whimpered.

My mouth fell open as the tentacles came out and wrapped around her. She didn’t fight them as they bound her against the wall. Even though I wasn’t controlling them, the tentacles still seemed to do roughly the same things I would have done, exploring her body before ultimately entering her insides. She kept her eyes closed the entire time, but she let out pants and moans as she let the tentacles violate her. This time, I remembered to collect the cumshot into a vial. I then took that vial and made it part of a treasure chest hidden in an alcove at the bottom of the decline.

That way, the next time someone fell in that decline, the treasure would keep their greed up, so they wouldn’t have that crisis of wanting to flee. The dungeon could waste people’s time, but it needed to have awards too to keep them interested. It was a whole balancing act that I needed to get better at.

Meanwhile, ten minutes later, the naked mage stumbled out of the alcove after I made the tentacles release her. Her nipples were swollen and puffy, her mouth was chapped, and her pussy was gaped and leaking. She quickly got dressed, and then gave a slight nod to the tentacle monster.

“Thank you.” her face cutely turned red and she turned and ran off to catch up to her party which was already on the first floor.

I couldn’t help but stare in wide-eyed wonder. Misty seemed to notice and so she spoke up.

“I told you, Master. Those who chose to enter dungeons are missing something. Wealth, fame, excitement, pleasure… these are the things that drive a woman to become a heroine. If you can provide even one of these, you’ll have a heroine for life.”

“Fame?” I blinked.

Her face turned slightly pink. “There are some dungeons that sport challenges, and some heroines gain titles for accomplishing certain feats in a dungeon.”

I metaphorically scratched my nonexistent chin. Her words had started to give me some more ideas. With the girls out of the dungeon, I started to make a few more changes. Let’s see what the audience thought of that.

The next morning, while the girls were putting their warm clothing from the day before back on, that was when they finally noticed there were holes in some of them. Since it was far thicker clothing than whatever Misty and Diamond had been wearing, it had managed to last the night, but it still managed to dissolve. The ropes were also partially dissolved, but it wasn’t obvious unless someone was specifically looking for it, and these girls didn’t even bother to check before heading back into the dungeon.

They reached the third floor in record time. As the mage past the alcove with the tentacle monster, she blushed slightly, but otherwise, she continued with the rest of the girls. They created their little climbing group again, and using the rope, they quickly reached the mid-section. She tied a second rope to the nail, likely to help them come back, and then they began their horizontal climb through the side hallway.

The leader was too focused on climbing to notice the treasure room, but the archer who was in the back and the lookout ended up seeing it. Her eyes grew wide as soon as she saw the treasure chest. It was a treasure chest and not Sandy. Sandy nearly died when it was Misty, and we didn’t want to take the risk. Plus, it was possible by now that Sandy’s death had already spread through Braile, so her appearance might be too suspicious. The archer looked up at the three climbing ahead, and I could see a flash of greed in her expression. Like the mage before her, she seemed to want to claim the treasure for her own. She carefully slid out of her rope binding, leaving her backpack tied to it so that there was still a weight there.

The leader at the front had two pickaxes, but the third pickaxe was given to her. The reasoning seemed to be that should a monster appear in front of them, she might need to retreat quickly by pulling them the other way. In some ways, it made more sense than their original setup where the mages were dragged along like an inconvenience.

Once she was free, she began to head down the short hallway into the treasure room. Although the treasure room was ice like the hallways, she was so used to crawling that she just kept doing it. She crawled toward the treasure chest quickly, intending to snag the treasure and return it before anyone saw her. She reached the chest and opened it, but as soon as she opened the chest, a mechanism triggered and the ground around her gave out.

She let out a cry, but she didn’t fall far, in fact, she fell onto something soft. Her knees and legs seemed to have fallen into a small alcove only about a foot deep. She seemed to have been expecting something more deadly for a trap. She didn’t even bruise her leg. Letting out a sigh of relief, she reached out to grab the lid of the treasure chest, but that’s when she stopped. Her legs felt like they were buried in molasses. She tried to pull out, and then she tried again, but her legs seemed to be jammed. She looked down into the small pit she was kneeling in, and it was filled with some kind of blue goo. That goo was very similar to the goo spread all over the ice.

Of course, although she couldn’t recognize it, she was kneeling in the source of all the levels goo. It was the slime that I had cut open, spilled the guts out of, and then allowed to heal countless times to create my slippery level. Although the slime couldn’t feel pain, I felt a bit bad for using it all the time and then abandoning it in a corner. I originally thought I had killed it, but apparently, it had just gone dormant from lack of nutrients. Misty had shown me that upon feeding it some rats, it was able to return to its previous state. The rat king had to sacrifice a few rats now and then to keep the slime healthy, but there were always more rats.

The archer was struggling more and more, finally realizing she was trapped, but that was when the second part of the trap played out. A door opened up, and a certain form stepped out. When the archer saw them, her expression turned white. It was a goblin! Goblins were about the limit for a group like hers. An F-rank heroine could probably defeat a goblin. That was about the standard. It’d be roughly an even fight. Except, she didn’t have her bow, leaving it with her backpack so she could move faster.

She recalled she had the pickaxe, but just as she moved to grab it, the goblin kicked it away from her. This was my one remaining goblin, who had mostly been cleanup staff. I decided to put him into the rotation as well. He was the only survivor of his tribe, and he had been turned into basically cleanup staff, so this was his boon.

“N-no…” The archer cried in disbelief. “P-please don’t kill me?”

The archer was so terrified that she peed right there, liquid leaking down onto the slime, which seemed to soak it up to my disgust.

“Gragaga…” The goblin spoke in gibberish before walking up to the archer.

He then grabbed her tattered pants and pulled them down, revealing her ass and pussy. A moment later, he had his little goblin dick out. No, my traps weren’t the types that killed you. However, that didn’t mean that by the end, you wouldn’t be fucked.

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The next morning, I finished up my morning routine of inscription. I made another pair of boots to replace the pair they took. It left me anxious seeing the other pair picked up. Of course, the girls were returning, so there was still a chance they could be defeated and I’d get my items back, but it still left an empty place in setup.

I didn’t put the new pair back yet, as it’d be a real shame if the girls somehow raided the same spot twice. I was just comforted in knowing that if the girls left the dungeon, I’d be able to replace them. I thought about changing locations though. I had put them in the final put expecting everyone to pass them. After all, I had already three previous pits to make them extremely cautious, and with the pit before it, the item couldn’t be seen from the pit edge.

The only way someone would see it is if they put a bridge across and happened to look down right at the end. Of course, there was a thought that they might suddenly see a treasure and stop causing their friends behind to run into them, or they’d lose their balance in the excitement and fall. Either way, I never would have guessed someone would have just jumped right on top of it.

In the end, there was no better spot for them. The 1^st level was simply too simple in design. I’d have to redesign it if I wanted to be able to hide treasure better. It was fine thought, the boots were the cheapest of armor pieces in my dungeon store, mostly because they faced the greatest wear and needed to be replaced the most often. It was supply and demand. So, I had left it on the cheapest piece on the first floor on purpose, but it sounded like leaving a treasure of that value on the first floor was still unexpected. I’d have to consider changing it, but there were few things cheaper than leather boots.

As the Unbroken Bond passed the entrance into my dungeon, they still spoke excitedly about their find while talking of eagerly finding more. The next stop would be the 2^nd floor. After marking each of the previous pitfalls on the map, they were able to pass them without too much trouble. For the final one, they used a rope, climbed down, climbed up the other side, and then back down and up instead of taking any risks jumping.

Either way, the group finally made it to the second floor by about noon. After taking a break to eat and celebrate, they continued to the second floor. They walked forward, only a slightly bit more mindful of pitfalls. They had torches and were taking a step at a time forward into the darkness.

“What was that?” One of the girls asked. “I heard something.”

“I-it’s nothing.” The leader tried to reassure her, although there was fear in her voice.

There were scurrying noises in the dark. It was causing these girls to grow more and more panicked. An animal was letting out a squeak. The four girls cried out, nearly jumping into each other’s arms.

“What’s that!” One of the girls pointed into the darkness ahead of them.

A pair of beady red eyes opened. Then more eyes, and more besides. Soon, over a dozen beady eyes were gazing at them.

“T-t-t-to arms!” The leader tried and failed to pull her sword twice before finally succeeding on the third try.

The archer fumbled to an arrow in her bow. Meanwhile, the one in black started to chant something under her breath. The women let out screams and then charged the eyes which turned into oversized rats. Each rat was nearly the size of a cat. The archer let loose her arrow, and the leader swung her sword. Soon, a ball of fire shot out, nearly hitting the leader before exploding above the heads of the rats. Even the healer had a staff which she was wildly swinging around without regard.

When the first rat fell, the remaining rats let out squeaks of rage and then attacked. Thus became an epic battle.

“Die! Die you filthy creatures!”

“Ah! It bit my finger! It bit me!”

“Stay away! Stay away! Eeek!”

The girls fought the rats valiantly, but even with the rat king not participating, the rats held their own. The rats didn’t fight that aggressively, and the four heroines were hurting themselves and each other as much as they hurt the rats. The archer missed an arrow and it thudded into the armor of the leader, The healer wildly throwing her staff ended up striking the mage who cast the fireball. That fireball had blinded the girls in front, preventing their initial charge from being as effective. After everything happened, the girls ended up fleeing.

I tensed slightly, a bit worried as the girls fled up to the first floor, and passed the pitfalls which they jumped over a bit more aggressively, narrowly falling in a few times before making it back out to the dungeon entrance. I feared I had pushed things too far. If they fled, then their extra points would come to an end. Sure, I had made enough in the three days they had been here already to make up for the boots two times over, but I still needed a lot more if I was going to start redesigning my dungeon.

The healer used her spell to heal the leader who had been shot with the arrow. Only the tip had gotten passed the armor and into her shoulder, but now she had a small hole in her armor around the shoulder. The rest could only patch up and use balms for the innumerable mouse bites. They ended up making camp. I expected them to leave come the morning, but the next day I awoke to hear them cutting down logs.

I could only watch helplessly as they brought logs into the dungeon and used them to make bridges across each pitfall. When that was done, they continued to the second floor. I considered things for a bit, and an idea struck me. I ordered the rat king to send out a few fewer rats this time. The fight between them occurred again, and once again the girls were forced to flee. However, they were a bit more practiced this time and didn’t cause as much friendly fire as before.

The rat king was at a point where his colony could self-sustain. However, he could also still come to the surface and recruit passing rats. These rats weren’t as oversized as the ones bred in the dungeon, but they still could be added to his horde. Thus, a pattern began. Every day, the girls would cross their homemade bridges and battle the rats, and then every night the rat king would replenish his numbers recruiting.

However, even though his number of rats wasn’t going down, I had him send out less and less every day. Thus, it appeared to the girls like they were slowly culling down his colony.

“Soon, we’ll be passed the rats.” The leader was saying. “I bet then we’ll find a treasure for sure!”

“Such a large rat colony… is this an F-rank dungeon?” The black mage asked.

“They’re not so tough… it’s just there are too many of them. If there were only five… we’d be able to defeat them.” The archer declared.

Five? Did she want equal numbers with rats? Doesn’t that say their fighting strength is a little better than a rat? From the very beginning, I had never sent the full colony. The most they had faced at once was twenty-five, a mere fourth of the current colony. After three days, they had managed to kill fifteen of them. After defeating the final ten, they finally defeated all of the remaining rats. Even then, they decided not to continue, since they needed to use the mage and the healer’s spell slots to do it.  

“Just give them five tomorrow,” I told the rat king.

I wanted to drag things out, but it was clear by their exhausted expressions that they’d need something to keep them going. The next day, they challenged and defeated the rats without any injuries. Their once shiny, new clothing was covered in various holes and rips. Their once bright expressions seemed to be replaced with serious expressions. If one didn’t know that all they had been fighting were rats, they would have come off like some seasoned team who had just fought through hell.

“Finally! The third floor!” The leader nearly broke into tears as she ran up to it.

“We found the stairs! Ah… but no treasures?”

“Eh? Where did Spring go?” The healer finally asked, looking back in confusion.

The girls let out cries finally realizing that one of their own had disappeared. It had been nearly fifteen minutes since their mage had disappeared, and these girls hadn’t even noticed. They had been walking in a single file line silently, and the mage was sitting at the rear. So, when she was soundlessly snatched, they continued without even looking back. The girls began to panic and first, but eventually, the leader remembered her role and settled everyone else down.

They took a quick break, and after talking about it for a while, they decided to head back slowly and look for their missing teammate. Only ten minutes later, they found her walking toward them. She was in a haggard condition. Her clothing was ripped in several places and was hanging off her body, but in her hands, she gripped an item tightly.

When they finally got her to reveal it, she lifted a helmet. In other words, it was their second magical item. The girls returned with great cheer, although the mage had a complicated expression on her face. When they asked her what happened, she was insistent nothing happened. She saw the helmet at the end of the alcove and went to retrieve it. When they wanted her to show them where, she refused vehemently, claiming he was tired. Since she looked fine, the girls didn’t argue and returned to their camp.

Meanwhile, in a dark alcove somewhere, there was a tentacle monster with numerous limp tentacles dripping with various fluids. Going back thirty minutes, the group was passing the second level quickly and I decided to try to slow them down a bit. Thus, I took control of the tentacle monster and when they passed, I threw a small pebble, ending up hitting the last girl in line. She turned and immediately locked eyes on the helmet. Much like the trap on the hand wall, it was just an alcove with a helmet, and if you entered you’d be completely at the mercy of the tentacle monster. I changed things a bit. Originally, the tentacles came out from the alcove, but this made the tentacle monster too obvious and the risk of being attacked too great. Thus, I pushed the monster back, forcing someone to enter the alcove where their body would be restricted. They couldn’t swing a sword. With the added temptation of the helmet, it had become another trap, one the mage fell directly into.

She glanced at the others moving on, but then entered the alcove on her own. Perhaps she was hoping to acquire and hide the helmet so she could get all the rewards for herself. Her greed was her undoing because as soon as she entered the alcove, I was able to grab her and cover her mouth with my tentacles. She became silently trapped as the rest of her team moved on. I had intended to catch them all up as they tried to free one of their own, but instead, I got one of them all to myself.

I was glad it was the mage too. Since she had no weapon, as soon as I covered her mouth, she was helpless to fight back. Furthermore, with raven black hair, dark eyes, black eyeliner, and pale skin, she had the appearance of a goth girl, although maybe she was going more for a witch in those black robes. During my long exile as a NEET human, I had often fantasized about doing a goth girl. If I didn’t get my chance to play with her, I knew I’d regret it.

Thus, with my practice controlling my tenacles, I began to slither them up her dress and inside her underwear. She tried to cry out in fear, but all that came out was a muffled cry from the tentacles covering her mouth.

She struggled, but since she needed to focus on breathing out of her nose, she couldn’t struggle for long. The tentacles quickly reached their destinations. One was the wet opening between her legs.

I slowly slid one of the smaller tentacles into her pussy, and watched her struggle, trying not to show pleasure, but unable to completely stop herself. I also had two tentacles slide under her top and find her tits. They began to gently squeeze the soft mounds, and then tease her nipples. She was small-chested, although not as flat as Diamond. I couldn’t grip them like I could Misty’s giant chest, but I could just manage to squeeze them by wrapping my tentacles around them.

Her eyes were wide in shock as her clothing was torn off and tossed into the hallway, causing her naked body to be trapped within my grip. She had a petite body which gave me plenty of room to experiment within that alcove. Unable to help myself, my tentacles grew even bolder.

I began to slide the tentacle into her pussy deeper inside. I had to work it past her hymen, which caused her to moan in pain. Her eyes widened in shock as her virginity was stolen just like that, but it only left me more aroused. She began to struggle, but I held her tightly with the tentacles that were wrapped around her arms and legs. She tried to scream out, but she was helpless in my grasp.

I kept working my way deeper into her until I was in. Then I began to slowly fuck her with my tentacle, swelling it up inside her like a balloon until it started to push against the walls of her vagina.

“Gllllfffhmmmmmm!” She cried out, although it was impossible to hear what she was trying to say as I stretched her pussy with my tentacle.

After that, I started fucking her with my tentacle in earnest. It was slow at first, but it didn’t take long before I was plunging it into her faster and faster, while also playing with her boobs with the other tentacles. I could feel the heat coming off of her. Her teenage body was wet and hot in my grip. I loved the smell and taste of her. This was the best.

“Nnnnhhh!!!” She cried out.

Then her pussy contracted around my tentacle and a light spray of clear liquid erupted. I could tell she was orgasming. Her eyes rolled up into her head, her body no longer fighting against me at all. Her hips were starting to move against me, aiding me as my tentacles continued to violate her.

I used two tenacles to pull her legs apart and slid my tentacle deep into her pussy again. Then I began to slide it in and out, pumping her like a machine. It didn’t take long before another orgasm ripped through her body. This time it was bigger, and I was surprised when her pussy erupted in a spray of juice, soaking the floor beneath her. I could feel her tongue even wigging against the tentacle across her mouth like she was kissing it. She seemed completely lost in lust.

She was now a slave to her body. All she could think about was how good my tentacles felt sliding across her body. How they squeezed and tugged her boobs, and how they filled her pussy. She was no longer concerned about escaping, only the pleasure of my touch.

She began to pant, and then her pussy contracted around me as another orgasm hit. She was still squirting all over the place. I felt the urge to ejaculate rising. My tentacles were swollen like balloons. She was panting and sweating, and moaning like crazy as she rode the tentacles. Her mind had shut down, and her body was just enjoying the feeling.

I could tell she was close to another powerful orgasm, and I was reaching my limit as well. I couldn’t hold back any longer. I thrust my tentacle in and out of her as fast as I could, and I was rewarded with her body beginning to shudder in pleasure.

“NNNGGGGHHHHHH!!!!” She cried out.

As she cried out, her pussy began to spasm around my tentacle. That was all I needed. As she was cumming, I unloaded my seed into her, filling her up and letting her feel every last bit of my hot spunk. I injected her with tentacle monster jizz. As her clear fluids splattered on the ground. At that moment, I remembered that this stuff I was shooting out was pretty valuable and could be used as a treasure, but it was already too late. I already released my load inside of the mage.

Well, such a mistake could be rectified. For someone like me who went a whole life sexlessly, I could easily get aroused again. The tentacle monster had a lot of stamina, and the size and rigidity of the tentacles had nothing to do with sexual arousal so I could continuously stay hard. I was just about to push her into a second round, but I became aware that the team was starting to head back to look for her. With a sigh, I withdrew my tentacles. The naked girl collapsed to the ground. She was gasping on the cold floor as white and red stuff leaked from her gaping pussy, a perfect image of her loss of innocence.

After a minute or two, she seemed to snap out of her dazed state. She grabbed her clothing and put it on to begin her walk of shame. While getting dressed, her eyes caught on the helmet. She hesitated for only a moment before reaching out and snatching the helmet. I let her have it. She had already earned it. The puddle of fluids on the ground included enough white stuff to fill a vial. Sure, it probably had other things in it too, but what heroines who found the award didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them.

I watched as she met back up with her friends, but how was she going to admit what happened to her? The girl kept quiet and didn’t say anything. Thus, the expedition would continue.

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It was two weeks later when a new party appeared in my dungeon entrance. Like the previous group, this consisted of all young women in their teens. Misty explained that age was also a good reflection of a group’s level. The most skilled teenager in history still only reached the C rank by the time she turned twenty. Traditionally, you’d expect teenagers to be in F or D, twenty-year-olds to be in C or B, and thirty-year-olds to be in higher ranks.

As for those older than that, it was impossible to tell, since they all looked to be thirty or younger thanks to the various magical beauty refinements of this world. That said, there weren’t likely to be many women over forty in the business anyway, simply because dungeons hadn’t been around that long, and the few who survived to that age were already wealthy enough to retire to comfort for the remainder of their lives.

Mind you, this wasn’t a perfect scale. Some women started when they were older for various reasons and others who never could improve passed C-rank, which was rather common. However, when it came to rambunctious teenage youth, their slim, perky immature bodies couldn’t be easily faked with beauty products, so it was easy to determine their rank at a glance. There were four women in all, but they were dressed far more extravagantly than the last group I had met.

Passion’s Summit had all been dressed in armor, and while their weapons were different, there was unity in the way they dressed. At least, it was clear the armor had seen some use. This group had one woman with a sword, one in a white robe, one in a black robe, and the third had a bow and arrow. While their dress was more diverse, there was a cheap feel to it, almost like they were cosplaying being an adventuring party.

“Do you recognize this party?” I asked.

Misty shook her head. “They probably aren’t a serious party.”

“We made it, just where my source said.” A woman with her sword on her hip spoke excitedly.

“Are we sure it’s an F-rank dungeon?”

“It’s labeled as a D rank, but she assured us it’s only an F and its registration will change soon. Thus, my information is real insider info right here. Soon, all the F-rankers will be all over this place. We get to loot it first!” The woman with the sword put her hands on her hips and raised her chest proudly.

“Yes, yes… boss is wise.” The one with the bow spoke. “Can we trust her though?”

“Why couldn’t we? Is she a C-rank? Why would a C-rank heroine lead us on?” She asked.

“I don’t know… she gave me a creepy feeling.” The one in white shivered before approaching the dungeon.

As the others began to unpack after their short day-long trip from Brail, the young girl in a white robe kneeled in front of the cave and began to pray.

“Blessed Goddess Alura, please watch over our group, The Unbroken Bond, as we tackle this new dungeon. This is our first official dungeon, but a skilled C-rank woman told us it was suitable for F-ranks and even contains magical equipment as long as we give our maximum effort. Please, give us a profitable journey.”

“What is with the praying anyway?” I asked Misty after watching them for a bit.

Misty was much more polite and compliant compared to Diamond. She didn’t make me feel dumb for asking questions, so I was much more prone to asking. Like that, I had found out many things I had only been guessing at before. When it came to the mechanics of the dungeon though, Misty had no more knowledge than me. Becoming my demon didn’t fill her head with arcane knowledge or anything like that, so we were still trying to figure things out.

“The seven goddesses,” Misty spoke up. “They are what grant heroines some of our power. In reality, it is the goddesses, not the dungeon guild, that assign our ranks. We pray to the goddesses, and thus we form a bond with one of them. Which goddess you select will determine what power she gives you. Every goddess has her specialty.”

“Seven goddesses, you say?” I asked, mildly interested.

“There is Arcana, the goddess of the Arcane, Shiba, the goddess of warriors, Alura, the goddess of auras, Kula, the goddess of nature, Ryra, the goddess of traps, Noona, the goddess of blacksmithing, and Anera, goddess of treasure.”

“Oh, so that’s how you guys select a job?”

“Well, technically, every heroine can specialize in whatever they want. You don’t need a goddess to cast magic. There is no need to select a goddess at all. Diamond, for example, is godless.”

“I’m not surprised.”

“Even Diamond has to speak to a goddess to increase her rank. You can still speak to a god and one of their temples and get your rank whether you follow a specific goddess or not. I originally followed Anera, but when I couldn’t get my rank increased, I tried Shiba. She… wouldn’t increase my rank either.” Misty looked down, feeling a bit ashamed. 

“I see…”

“The longer and more loyal you are to a particular goddess, the more you will be able to borrow her power. You can also worship two gods and multiclass, but it doubles the difficulty.”

“How is praying difficult?” I asked, feeling a bit confused.

“Ah, praying is only a small party of having a goddess. You can also make sacrifices to your goddess. Specifically, you donate items, items found in dungeons. The goddess takes such items, and then transfers them into something called holy points, which we can use to cast powerful spells or, if we collect enough, buy holy items from the goddesses. Naturally, your rank, which goddess you have, and how close you are to her contribute to what you can buy.”

“Okay, I think I get it now. So, I absorb mana and get DP which I spend in my dungeon store to make my dungeon and tempt heroines. Then, the heroines can take the treasures, and give them to their goddess, who then converts them to HP to spend in their holy store. It’s like two sides of the same coin.”

“Most treasures aren’t worth converting to holy points, and unless you wish to become a goddess’s apostle, there is little reason to collect so many points. Most people would rather just sell the items they get in dungeons for money, or use them if they are worth it. Only the top heroines worry about holy points.”

“Since you’re a demoness minion, is there a goddess equivalent then?” I asked.

“You mean… a champion?” Misty asked. “Yes, every goddess has a champion. These are top figures though. A dungeon like yours is likely to never encounter someone like that.”

“I see, I guess I’m getting ahead of myself. I should be focusing on the threat at hand.” I returned my focus to the front of the dungeon, making a display so Misty could see as well.

The priestess had finished praying and the group was getting ready to enter the dungeon. Although my brain told me that if push came to shove, this group of four was nothing compared to my cyclops, let alone Misty who could fight at a C-rank level. However, I couldn’t help but be worried either. This was because I hadn’t done anything to my dungeon in the intervening two weeks. I didn’t have that many DP points, and the gains were slow without a human inside.

I had taken Diamond’s advice and spent the last two weeks making treasures. I now had a treasure on every floor and had started what was known as a treasure horde. The treasure horde was a surplus treasure to respawn should someone take what I had, but it also served a second purpose. It was, to put it simply, a bribe to keep my dungeon from being destroyed. Should someone succeed in getting passed Misty and the Cyclops, the last defense I would have would be my horde. It was all the treasure I had left, and hopefully, if they took it, they would feel good enough to not destroy me.

It was a bit better than that. The treasure was left in a precarious position, in my case, under a rock landslide trap, the only non-treasure I had purchased in the last two weeks. It was set up so that in the event I died, the treasure would be buried under a ton of rock. The treasure room was immediately before my room, so it functioned like a tradeoff. Kill me, and they not only lost the treasure but they were trapped in my room.  Of course, taking the treasure also triggered the trap, which would block the entrance to my room so that they couldn’t change their mind.

If they were strong enough or determined enough, they could dig through all of the rock, but the hope was that such trouble would discourage them from trying to kill me and take my corpse, which wasn’t just worth a lot of money as a spell reagent, but could be exchanged to goddesses for a lot of holy points too.

That said, the treasure was only 3 pieces. I had managed to create 7 pieces in all, not even one complete set of armor. Each one I had painstakingly used inscriptions with. As for the reason they were slow, it was because I had been attempting to do them with the tentacle monster. I felt like if I could master controlling a dozen tentacles, I’d be able to speed up my inscriptions exponentially. That said, tentacles were not fingers and it was a learning process.

I had ended up irreparably damaging nearly half of the ones I attempted, which was also DP down the drain. If I had done this stuff around Diamond, she would have assuredly started cursing me as a fool. Misty was far nicer though, and only smiled encouragingly without asking questions. My speed had nearly been twice as fast just using the goblin, but he wasn’t dexterous enough for my needs and his hands started cramping too easily. Maybe I needed to find another creature that had the dexterity, stamina, and flexibility I needed.

That said, seven pieces of equipment in two weeks was a pretty impressive amount. Six of them were pieces of armor, and the seventh was a bag with a weight reduction inscription on it. I also practiced every inscription in the book. Diamond told me that only the two were particularly valuable, but I had a hunch that F-rankers didn’t care and that even a small boost would be meaningful to them. Plus, I wanted to practice doing different inscriptions, which was part of the reason I made more mistakes too. Previously, Diamond had only allowed me to make weight-reduction and durability inscriptions. Misty told me that any inscriptions would do well too though. Even if they were considered low-level inscriptions, they were all undoubtedly magic items.

“Our source was right! Paying her for info was worth the money!” A girl with a sword at her hip called out, lifting a device in her hand. “The dungeon scanner says the dungeon’s treasure to difficulty is considered highly profitable! This place is loaded with treasure! Not too many mobs either.”

I couldn’t help but tense slightly at her declaration. I had painfully made all of that treasure they were interested in taking. Ignoring the time and energy it took me to inscribe them, just the items themselves, although all leather, were probably worth 4000 DP. If I couldn’t make that up, I’d be at a net loss. As for who encouraged them, I had my suspensions it was Diamond. She’d be the type to charge money for information. However, I trusted she wouldn’t send any teams she thought were a danger either, so this team should be fine.

“Let’s go!” The leader called out.

All of the girls cheered and then raced into the dungeon. A few minutes later…”

“Owwww…. My ankle, it’s broken.” A groan came from the first pitfall of my dungeon.

I was a bit speechless. Even among F-rank, it appeared like there was a big difference between teams. I supposed Passion’s Summit was on the verge of being promoted to D-rank, if I remember correctly. They moved slowly and carefully, taking their time and using tons of dungeon devices. These girls weren’t like Passion Summit. They charged in kind of like Misty. Although, where Misty had the skill to back up her clumsiness, these people were just amateurs.

“I thought something like this might happen.” Misty sighed. “These are first-timers. They had some training and thought they could handle it. Usually, you’d higher a higher rank to guide you through your first few runs, but these guys got ahead of themselves.”

“They probably did ask someone… Diamond…” I let out a sigh.

Misty wore a complicated face. It was clear she still had some unease about Diamond. She accepted that Diamond was working for me, but it was hard to forgive the woman who betrayed her. Seeing Diamon con other women probably left her feeling a bit awkward, although it gave us a good opportunity.

We watched as the three other women helped bring their companion, the one in the black robe, out of the pit. After a few minutes, the white-robed woman waved her hands, and a white light spread over the other woman’s ankle. Another minute, and she was walking on it.

“At least they have a good party mix,” Misty stated. “Healers are rare for parties. It’s probably why they are so confident.”

“My goddess has only granted me one heal spell a day.” The white-robed girl sighed.

“Should we go back?” The girl with the bow asked.

“Mm! We’ll camp out tonight and try tomorrow.”

I watched with wide eyes as the group left just like that. They set up a camp. Thankfully, the camp was still close enough I was getting some increase in DP production, although it was less than if they were inside the dungeon itself. I couldn’t believe they gave up just like that.

A day later, the girls made their next journey into the dungeon. This time, they had the first pitfall marked. They continued from that path.

“Ahhhh!”

Thud. This time, the sword girl fell down the pitfall. She didn’t break anything, so she climbed her way out.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah… I’m good. No need to heal.” She muttered as she got out. “It looks like there are more pitfalls. We need to be careful.”

I continued to feel speechless. If I had just put spikes down in those pitfalls, or even a goblin, wouldn’t they be dead just like that? No, they would have been dead twice. At first, I thought Misty had been exceptionally clumsy, but apparently, this was a fairly common thing in dungeons.

As if reading my mind, Misty spoke up. “Had those pitfalls been death traps, this dungeon would likely be considered a D-rank.”

“I-is that so?” I couldn’t help but ponder the small differences between F and D.

That likely meant that most dungeons that could be called F needed to go out of their way to be called F. Just like Misty had told me before, it was all about image.

“Ahhhh… Another pitfall.” They were finally moving slower, and the leader just managed to avoid falling down the third pitfall, needing someone to grab the back of her armor and pull her back onto stable ground.

“How do we get across this one?” The black-robed girl asked nervously, clearly having experienced some trauma from her broken ankle.

“We jump!” The leader declared.

“W-wait!” I cried out, even though I knew she couldn’t hear me.

The leader did a running jump. However, this final pitfall was the one where they were next to each other. Her jump cleared the first one, and then sent her right into the second one.”

“Ahhhhhh!”

Thud!

I stared helplessly. Even Misty didn’t hit all three pitfalls.

“Are you okay?” The other girls cried out.

“I-I’m alive…” She groaned.

“This dungeon is too hard!” The girl with the bow started crying, throwing her bow to the ground and stamping her foot like a child.

The black-robed girl collapsed to the ground like she couldn’t go on. Only the white mage girl tried to help her friend out of the hole, although it appeared she was hurt this time, and with some broken ribs, it took a few attempts to finally get her back into the hallway. I couldn’t help but glance at Misty, who looked slightly embarrassed for them, red creeping up her neck.

“That bitch was lying! This is an incompletable dungeon. Let’s just go home.” The red-eyed archer finally stopped crying as she whipped her cheeks pathetically. “This dungeon is worth nothing.”

“Is that so?” The leader smirked and then plopped something in front of the three other girls.

It was a simple pair of leather boots.

“What are those?” The archer asked curiously as the white mage used up her spell to heal the leader.

“I found it in the hole!” She declared happily.

“I-is that an inscription!” The healer gasped. “Those are magic boots!”

“M-m-magic treasure! On the first level?” The archer cried out.

“Didn’t I say the treasures were good?” The leader laughed. “You still want to quit?”

As they stared at the boots with sparkles in their eyes, they seemed to all be thinking the same thing. That item alone would sell enough to pay off their entire expedition and then some. It was enough to already make their trip worth it, but this was only the 1^st level, where usually the cheapest treasures were left. If they managed to obtain another treasure, they’d return rich. That was at least a year’s salary doing hard labor. Split four ways, that was three months’ pay. How could they resist?

Of course, the group left the dungeon again and returned to their camp. The leader originally wanted to wear the boots, which would increase her speed slightly, but the others didn’t want the boots getting damaged before they could sell them. In the end, after a bit of fighting, they decided to leave the boots unused and just sell them for full price. In the meantime, what treasures would tomorrow bring?

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