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◈ The Dungeon Gallery's Terrifying Newbie ◈
Chapter 82: kongkong (2)
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Call of kongkong.
The Dungeon Master of the Erotic-Trap Dungeon had asked me for help.
└ orange★: Is something wrong??
└ orange★: You're even asking newbie for help.
└ golemking: Seriously, this is the first time I've seen kongkong say something that direct.
└ golemking: Did some insanely tough Blessed One come in???
└ skullbones: What's going on??
└ skullbones: Is this some hilarious hidden-camera prank??
└ whaleyeah: Honestly, newbie is right next door???
└ whaleyeah: I get why you'd want to see newbie???
└ psychward_mvp: Whoa.
└ psychward_mvp: Is this that push-and-pull thing?
I was more than happy to help.
As a Dungeon Master, I couldn't turn down Income.
But still.
Had something changed in kongkong's mind? Until recently, kongkong had seemed pretty against me coming to the dungeon.
└ newbie: I can come whenever.
└ newbie: But you hadn't said anything until now,
└ newbie: so I thought you'd turned me down...
└ kongkong: It's a little difficult to explain the details on the gallery.
└ kongkong: Could we talk in person?
└ newbie: Then could you at least give me the gist in a private comment...
└ kongkong: Private comments are...
└ kongkong: The head mod can see them, so that's a little difficult.
└ orange★: "!"
└ orange★: ......
└ orange★: I can keep a secret too......
└ skullbones: It's fucking hilarious how you're drawing a line with the head mod LOL
└ skullbones: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
└ antqueen: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
└ nightraven: LOLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL
└ cowhead: Why is it so funny seeing the head mod get flustered? LOL
└ tvhead: It is very kongkong-like, if nothing else.
└ tvhead: But now I'm curious about the reason too...
└ kingslayer: There's no way we'll ever find out anyway...
└ kingslayer: Last time, when we asked newbie to show us secha's face,
└ kingslayer: that bastard newbie refused until the very end. He's a truly loyal guy of this era LOL.
└ worldiscold: Hehe.
└ sealedconq: Even if we asked newbie to show us kongkong's picture this time,
└ sealedconq: newbie would ignore us and keep it all to himself, right??
└ sealedconq: I'm so hurt and disappointed.
└ sealedphilo: But that's the right thing to do.
└ dm_disappointed: Privacy is important, yeah.
└ humanluvr: Sigh... Look at this sly vixen.
└ humanluvr: You've finally shown your true colors????
└ humanluvr: You'd been so quiet that I wasn't paying attention,
└ humanluvr: but you were gathering excuses to flirt with newbie...
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I'd originally planned to keep an eye on the Count's territory.
Looks like I needed to change plans.
The dungeon's coordinates had changed after the latest Location Shift anyway.
The Count had suffered major losses too.
He probably wouldn't come into Dreamland right away.
First things first.
"Malrang, come back!"
"Blegh."
I ordered Malrang, who had been flying toward the Count's territory, to return.
It had been about five hours since Malrang left, so it shouldn't take that long.
└ newbie: Could you tell me your dungeon coordinates, hyung?
└ kongkong: Just a moment.
└ kongkong: They've all left the dungeon for now, but...
└ kongkong: There might be a camp set up in front of the entrance, like when you helped secha before.
└ kongkong: Check the area carefully.
└ kongkong: Anyway, be careful not to get caught.
└ kongkong: And thank you so much for agreeing so readily.
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"All right, let's go."
"Blegh."
Malrang was Dreamland's scout, cleaner, comfort toy, and mount.
The moment Malrang returned, we headed for kongkong's dungeon.
kongkong's dungeon was called Night.
Apparently, it was named after the Korean word bam meaning night, not bam meaning chestnut.
Though kongkong denied that it had such a lewd reputation, it was famous outside as a raunchy dungeon.
"What the hell, how does an erotic trap dungeon even work...?"
Did it make people die from sex?
I should've asked Love before leaving.
humanluvr: What are you thinking about right now, newbie? Hehe.
Hmm.
Hmmm.
Hmmmm.
No, honestly, any man would be curious.
I couldn't help being interested.
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Drift, drift.
Inside Flying Malrang was nice and warm, as always.
Malrang's transparent body was like glass.
I took in the scenery outside like someone looking down at the ground from a Ferris wheel.
Snow was falling from the sky.
It piled up thickly on the trees and grass.
Animals left footprints across the white ground.
Snow was just like powdered sugar.
It melted away the moment you touched it.
It made even ordinary things look beautiful.
Snow was garbage when you stepped on it,
but looking at it from up here was strangely healing.
newbie: The view's pretty, right? Hehe.
└ humanluvr: Don't do anything weird at kongkong's dungeon T_T
└ newbie: I've said exactly fifty-three times that I won't.
└ humanluvr: But...
└ newbie: Ah.
└ newbie: Sarang says she can't trust me anymore!
└ newbie: What reason is there for me to keep living!
└ newbie: I'll just die.
└ humanluvr: T_T...
The best way to deal with a menhera was to become a menhera too.
When I became one, the other person's options got a lot more limited.
Anyway.
I spent my time browsing the gallery, and before I knew it, we were nearly at our destination.
kongkong's dungeon was located in the Blue Tree Plains.
The Blue Tree Plains were, well, an ordinary snow-covered plain.
Except powerful monsters appeared there, like Dire Wolves five times larger than normal wolves, yetis, Trolls, and so on.
The monsters weren't the problem.
The dangerous part was that it was close to the Marquisate of Dabirus.
There was a good chance those fucking humans would come around.
"Just like this."
A camp had been set up at the entrance to Night.
Armed people filled it.
They were probably intruders bound for kongkong's dungeon.
They weren't as numerous as the Dreamland raid party I'd seen at my dungeon before.
Still, their clothes and individual presence were no joke.
They looked like elite members at a glance.
I took a photo from the sky and uploaded it to the Dungeon Gallery.
squintychar: Those are the White Storm Knights.
squintychar: The fat middle-aged man in the center looks like Marquis Dabirus too, yeah.
└ skullbones: Fortunately, there's no Sword Master.
└ skullbones: A knight order is nothing too serious...
└ skullbones: There are only fifteen of them, including the marquis, so it doesn't look like he brought many people.
└ skullbones: Unless kongkong was recently hit by a Blessed One,
└ skullbones: shouldn't kongkong be able to handle them without much trouble?
└ newbie: kongkong.
└ newbie: Are those people why you're in trouble right now?
└ kongkong: Yes, that's right.
└ kongkong: But can you get inside the dungeon?
└ kongkong: They're right in front of the entrance.
So it didn't seem like the situation with secha, where everything was completely fucked.
Going by the Veterans' reactions, kongkong's dungeon didn't seem weak either.
Why had kongkong called me over?
"I'll find out once I'm inside, but..."
How was I supposed to get in?
When I helped secha, the Elves had camped far from the entrance, so I could just enter. These bastards were stuck right by the entrance.
Hmm.
Should I try shrinking?
It'd be nice if I could shrink too.
"Blegh."
Malrang refused.
It seemed Malrang could only shrink itself.
"Should I just drop an Anomaly on them?"
No.
If I could wipe them all out at once, sure.
If not, I might just waste Points and rules for nothing.
I was already attracting plenty of attention.
"A better way... Ah."
I thought of something good.
A way to enter the dungeon without using our cute Anomalies for something like this.
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The plains weren't completely open.
There were trees, grass, and even hills where I could hide.
I descended from the sky and lay flat on the ground.
Then I whispered a secret mission to Malrang.
"Blegh!"
Malrang stretched out part of its body in a loyal salute,
then disappeared somewhere.
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A little later.
The ground began to shake.
"W-What is that?"
"Where's that sound coming from?"
The intruders panicked.
They looked around, trying to find the cause.
My eyes followed their gaze.
A white haze was rising there.
It looked like an avalanche.
"Grrr! Grrr!"
Trolls were charging from beyond it.
They were roaring like they were furious.
Ahead of them, Malrang was escaping by the narrowest margin, wiggling its butt right in front of their noses.
Hmm.
To me, it was a little like watching a Turkish ice cream vendor.
Annoying, isn't it?
Annoying, isn't it?
A familiar voice played in my head.
Watching Malrang lure the Trolls in, I realized this was no ordinary griefing.
With its slick body, it rubbed and tickled the Trolls all over, mostly under their arms.
At first, the Trolls ignored it.
"Blegh."
But Malrang was a slime that didn't know how to give up.
It kept tickling them as relentlessly as it wiggled its hips.
Honestly, anyone would get angry.
Whenever they tried to pull Malrang off their bodies,
Malrang wouldn't even let them touch it.
Malrang didn't get hit even once from beginning to end.
It was Immortal, so it wouldn't die anyway.
Still, that behavior was so like one of my Minions.
I didn't know if this was the right phrase for it,
but people said anger was contagious.
One Troll tried to hit Malrang and struck another Troll instead.
It spread in a chain reaction.
Now an entire tribe of Frost Trolls was chasing Malrang.
Malrang's destination was none other than Marquis Dabirus's camp.
"A slime and Trolls...?"
"They're heading this way!"
"Why are they suddenly coming toward us...?"
"W-We don't know either..."
The knights were flustered by the sudden appearance of the Trolls,
but they quickly came to their senses.
"Everyone, prepare for battle!"
At Marquis Dabirus's order, they drew their swords,
left the camp, and prepared to fight.
"Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen. Okay, no problem."
The camp was empty.
Their attention had been drawn elsewhere.
It was the perfect chance to infiltrate.
Good job, Malrang.
See you inside the dungeon later.
I ran toward kongkong's dungeon.
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I blinked.
As I entered through the entrance, a long corridor made of stone blocks like something from an underground Prison appeared before me.
It was dark, but pink lights faintly illuminated the surroundings, making the place feel strangely suggestive.
Then...
"You're newbie, right? H-Hello..."
A woman stood before me, greeting me.
A woman?
A woman?
Someone might ask if I was jumping to conclusions too quickly, considering secha was also a man.
But this had to be a woman.
After all, the overwhelming amount of chest fat proved her gender.
'Whoa...'
kongkong didn't have the appearance of an ordinary human either.
Short pink hair, protruding horns,
and a demon's tail.
"U-Um, even if you're newbie, it's a little embarrassing when you stare that openly..."
kongkong was a pink-haired bitch of a Succubus.
None for this recovered chapter.
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