Chapter 175 – Molang Fantasy (13)
“…I know who you are. If you don’t want to die, turn back now.”
She wasn’t a massive dragon, nor did she resemble the woman I’d seen in the underground prison of the Holy Roman Empire’s main temple.
Completely different person.
Pointed ears like a fairy’s, large golden pupils slit vertically like a reptile’s, and two small pairs of horns sprouting from her forehead… a jet-black-haired girl.
“That’s going to be difficult. If I planned to just turn back, I wouldn’t have gone through all the trouble of raising this avatar.”
“Even if it means losing that hard-earned avatar in vain?”
Creak—
The girl, who had been comfortably leaning back in her rocking chair, stopped it and stared straight into my eyes with a threatening question.
‘…Is she strong?’
I couldn’t tell just from appearance.
In the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>, stats are determined proportionally to level and aptitude, but aptitude also affects body shape modifications and adjustments.
So even a woman can end up with a muscular build if her aptitude requires strength. If you don’t like it, just change your aptitude.
Flipping that logic: if someone with a frail, skinny frame wants to overpower a burly person with raw strength, their level has to be overwhelmingly higher.
(Frustrating junior. Do you really think a witch fights with muscles like you? Use your brain for things that require thinking.)
Then she must be a mage.
“I don’t know what price you were promised to come this far, but getting involved with witches will never lead to happiness.”
“That advice is meaningless to me. It’s still far better than my past of barely surviving on convenience store part-time work.”
Subdue with force first, then persuade?
For a moment I considered it because of her seemingly delicate appearance, but an avatar with far more S-grade materials than me—enough to coat golem hearts—couldn’t possibly have a low level.
“Do you know the witches’ goal?”
“They help people who can’t adapt to reality live happily in their dreams until they die.”
“That’s merely the process to achieve the goal.”
“I know. It’s because of P, right?”
I actually had no idea. I was just pretending to know because the senior was involved.
“…If you already know that much, then you have no intention of turning back. Perhaps it’s already too late.”
“What do you mean?”
“Witches never enter anyone else’s dreams. It leaves their physical body completely defenseless. If a man slips in while they’re asleep and plants his seed, they can’t stop it.”
“Then why did someone who knows that so well enter a dream?”
“It’s a protest. The only means of resistance I have against the cardinal of the Holy Roman Empire, who sacrifices people like dry firewood for P.”
“Dry firewood… That’s actually a fitting description.”
Respected senior! What is this witch saying?!
Pretending to know was fine, but I couldn’t follow the conversation at all.
(Curious?)
Yes.
(Ranuvel patients are fuel to materialize P’s aptitude tester in reality.)
Materialize…?
(Did you think a technology that reveals a person’s aptitude—even unknown to the person and their parents—was pure science? Ah! You were born into a world that already had P’s aptitude tester, so it probably doesn’t feel real to you.)
“……”
Senior. Is the reality I was born into also a dream?
(No. It’s reality. If it were a dream, there’d be no need for fuel. It would be achieved the moment you stuck it in the ground, like Super Grand Galaxy General Infinity Blade.)
My head was spinning. But I couldn’t show it now.
“Ranuvel the 10th. Your protest has already succeeded. Ranuvel the 7th wishes to speak with you.”
“…Oh dear. I failed to notice the most important thing. The elder’s goal was achieved the moment you entered the dream.”
“…What does that mean?”
Even I, who had been pretending to know everything, had no choice but to ask this time.
What had I missed?
The girl sighed and said,
“At twenty-two, virility is at its peak. Even the slightest stimulation while sleeping can lead to a wet dream.”
“Wet dream…?”
I’d tried to hold back sometimes because washing sheets and using detergent was a hassle, but it was a natural phenomenon I couldn’t control.
I’d experienced it a few times myself.
“The elder’s goal is the seed of a healthy Priest.”
“……”
My brain froze for a moment.
“The number-one cause of death even for powerful and cautious witches is conception.”
“Why…?”
“A normal man’s seed wrecks the inherently weak immune system of a witch’s body. One common symptom is cervical cancer.”
“……”
The seemingly perfect ‘witch’ had a fatal flaw.
(It’s the law of nature. The stronger the predator, the lower the birth rate.)
“Moreover, witch traits are recessive. Even if conception occurs at the cost of life, the child is highly likely to be an ordinary girl.”
“So… that’s why they targeted me?”
The girl gave a small, bitter smile.
“Yes. Your birth is the only hope to preserve the witch bloodline that will go extinct within the next generation.”
“……”
Respected senior?
(Don’t worry. I didn’t let you have a wet dream.)
Thank you.
“There’s no need to worry about that. I’ve prepared countermeasures. I don’t just recklessly enter dreams without any safety measures either.”
P’s dream.
The witch’s flaw.
Dry firewood.
I’d been so focused on the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy> until just now, but now a flood of real-world knowledge was pouring in, making my head spin.
(You really need everything spelled out for you, junior. There’s still one more thing left.)
“……”
The question of whether Ranuvel the 10th was my mother still remained.
“Leave.”
“That’ll be difficult. I don’t know any way to return to reality except by waking you up.”
“You came in without even preparing a way out?”
“Do you know a way?”
“It’s simple. You make a hole in the soul of the world.”
(That means kill or persuade her here.)
“Please leave.”
“Sorry, but I have no intention of returning to reality. And you’ll keep trying to persuade me until I die—if you still think you can after seeing this.”
Flash—!
The girl’s body, enveloped in light, began to swell rapidly.
Bigger… and bigger…
The light that had overflowed beyond the garden filled the entire nest before finally subsiding.
“Grrrrrr.”
“Crazy…”
I could confidently declare this is the largest being in the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>.
Flap flap~
The jet-black dragon—who had been a girl just moments ago—spread three pairs of wings and began to move, making the sky tremble as if terrified.
And on top of that,
[Title] Strongest Dragon King (A)
[Level] 1835
[Class] Absolute Being (7th Job)
[Achievements] 1210351
[Aptitude] Emperor
A status window far beyond common sense appeared naturally.
***
The moment I saw the fraudulent status window, I understood what had happened.
Ranuvel the 10th had completed 7th Job Advancement as a ‘Priest,’ then reincarnated as a dragon and changed her aptitude to ‘Emperor.’
“This is…”
I absolutely couldn’t win.
“Kraaaaa!”
The strongest Dragon King opened her maw wide, preparing to unleash her breath.
(Junior.)
Senior! I can’t win against this!
(That’s right. By the rules of this world, you absolutely cannot win.)
Huh? Then?
(From now on, it’s a race against time. Subdue the dragon in your own world—before it sinks and dies.)
“Haa…”
Depressing. All this hard work raising my status window, and it’s useless…
[Title] Challenger King (A)
[Level] 1013(+116)
[Class] Seeker (7th Job)
[Achievements] 1210014
[Aptitude] Priest
The dragon’s breath—like a black hole devouring all light—fell toward my head.
BOOOOOOM—!
“That was thrilling.”
Yet I survived.
[Title] –
[Level] –
[Class] –
[Achievements] 1761
[Aptitude] Priest
Because my world—perfectly separated—could not be affected by the power of the virtual reality game <Molang Fantasy>.
Swoosh—
Like sinking into a swamp, my feet began sinking into the ground again, but this time it felt different.
Achievements.
The achievement points that hadn’t completely vanished gave me the power to resist.
“What is this…?”
(The pure achievements you’ve accumulated from the moment you entered Song Sun-young’s dream until now.)
“Ah!”
The senior’s advice from my first day crashing into <Molang Fantasy>—to pay attention to achievements—flashed back vividly.
What was my starting amount again?
(315 points.)
Thank you.
“Wow!”
So how many times over is this?
(It just means you’ve been accumulating achievements extremely inefficiently.)
Even though all the achievements unique to <Molang Fantasy> had vanished, the fact that I’d only gathered a measly 315 points after entering the dreams of Ranuvel patients eight times was too shocking.
(Junior. No time to think.)
“Hup!”
Even a rough calculation showed more than five times my original amount filling ‘my world’ completely.
“Kraaaang!”
Flap flap~
Ranuvel the 10th, realizing that only physical force worked against me, dove sharply.
Getting crushed under that monstrous mass—even I wouldn’t survive unscathed.
What I needed right now was…
‘The strongest weapon.’
The SSS-grade monster ‘Super Grand Galaxy General Infinity Blade’ used by the protagonist of the hunter novel <I’m the Only SSS-Class Hunter> was undoubtedly the strongest.
Summoning blades equal to the number of enemies?
Cheat-level broken.
But from a ‘setting’ perspective, it was utterly pathetic. The entire hunter novel world was crawling with monsters.
The same went for the so-called strongest martial art, ‘Heavenly Demon Divine Art.’ The martial world was overflowing with internal energy techniques and martial arts.
On the other hand…
‘Lend it to me.’
I recalled the most beautiful-legged woman from the romance fantasy novel <I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Count’s Family>.
The guardian knight who taught swordsmanship to the wandering me and loved me.
I needed the ‘sword’ I had given her.
The One.
The single fantasy element that existed only once throughout the entire world of <I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Count’s Family>.
Precisely because it was unique, it was the strongest!
An absolute cutting power equivalent to condensing the Sword Demon’s four limbs—capable of cutting through anything—into one…
“Valentine.”
I called out the name of its owner as I requested it.
Shing—
The hilt of the sword still carried the lingering warmth of the beautiful guardian knight.
The world of <I Became the Youngest Daughter of a Count’s Family> had vanished forever, but Valentine lived on in the achievements I’d built while learning swordsmanship.
(Real combat specialist, huh.)
Thank you so much!
Whirr~
I swung the ‘strongest sword in the world’ straight downward toward the ‘strongest dragon’ descending to crush me.
“Kraaaang…!”
“Huh?”
What the hell?
Ranuvel the 10th twisted her body forcibly, exposing her belly completely.
Swoosh—!
Even an Absolute Being at level 1835 after 7th Job Advancement was powerless against a force that transcended the world’s rules.
BOOM, KRRRAAAAAANG—
The dragon crashed back into the nest and lay motionless.
(Junior.)
“…..”
What the hell is this…?
(Go back to reality and rest properly. Leave the cleanup to the adults.)
“…Eh?”
My body wouldn’t budge. It felt similar to when I lent it to a specter.
And then,
“Junior. It’s impressive that you’re holding out, but it’s a waste of time. Go rest.”
The voice spoke.
‘This tone… Senior?!’
I wanted to ask what was happening, but the senior was faster.
Tap tap.
The moment the fingertips lightly tapped my temple,
***
“Ah…?”
I had returned from the virtual reality to reality.
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