The Dungeon Struggle of an Earth Dragon!

On that day, Elibel was conducting an experiment in witchcraft that was his own laboratory.

The look is serious in itself. I don't have any facial expressions.

Research into research, and drilling into drilling.

That was exactly what I was about to complete now.

"Yay! Yay...! Now... this will make my dreams go away for years...!

There was no flesh or skin, it was a bumpy skull, but there was a grin on its face... it looked like it.

The flame under her eyes burns violently and her wand glows suspiciously.

Let's just say that represents her current emotions.

A light of sorcery floats at your feet.

Do the chant and start the sorcery.

"Heh... heh... heh..."

I laugh unexpectedly.

Yes, this is a dream.

An endless dream that never came true in its lifetime.

An unlikely future that was all a distant ideal place.

But she grabbed it.

The dream was about to become a reality now.

Elibel speaks of the surgical name.

"-" Fully Automatic Boy (Shota) Generated Magic Formation ”activated!

……… Yes, you must have been surprised.

Yes, this is an automated Golem Homncrus manufacturing technique.

It is also the fucking technique of rounding out desires: using the dungeon's storage magic and generating inexhaustibly the unclean boy of her choice.

Why is she doing this?

The beginning of the matter goes back a few weeks.

"Uhhhhhhhh!! I can't do this anymore! I can't do this anymore. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Now, patience is the limit. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!

Elibel was barking in a lab where no one was.

He was spitting his muffled emotions outward using verbal and transmissive means.

But there was no such thing as reason that was supposed to reside in the word.

The beast's act of intimidation would still have had more character.

She was already the limit of patience.

Watching it from afar - occassioning footage sent by the bird-shaped Golem Homncrus and others who are out on reconnaissance, to be precise - just days when they say that there are still unseen dirty boys and girls outside the dungeon waving the big hand.

I really wanted to head for a hug right away.

I wanted to touch its cheeks, indulge in the touch, smell its nostrils on my short hair, and indulge in its flesh without falling asleep.

But considering the dungeon, and the families who live there, and that idiot, that's an unacceptable stupidity.

She also had a thing called one-off reason.

At least until I got everyone in the dungeon involved, a really slight amount of fine reason pushed her aside to the point where trying to free her desires would be critical, if she pulled the really old wheel rubber as far as she wanted.

But that, too, was already the limit.

The old wheel rubber is broken.

I want to touch it.

I want to touch it.

I want to pepper.

■ ■ ■ I want to.

I want to do this by overlapping

A vortex of desire just up to the thick, viscous, muddy, various, as if it were the finest lotion, was storming and blowing in her.

Unbearable.

It's too intolerable.

Typically, travelers just sit tight and wait until the storm passes.

But she fought it.

I was determined to face the mighty storm that lurked inside me, like a bottomless marsh with no end in sight.

She thought.

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Think, think, think, occasionally comfort yourself and refresh yourself, think, think...

And the supreme brains of mankind, called wise men, finally came up with answers.

- If you don't have a boy (Shota), you should make one.

I wonder what that means.

I was in the mood for a divine enlightenment.

I'm terrified of my ideas.

Horrible excess, she consoled herself enormously that day thinking of the sight of when she fulfilled that dream.

The day after it was neat, she worked on the development of the surgical ceremony with a clear expression.

And the basic theory of the procedure was completed.

It took immense magic, and the finest materials, to embody her ideals.

Fortunately, if it's just magic, there's plenty in this dungeon.

If it's not enough, you just have to grab the magic from that idiot (battery) until it dries.

of aspiration - above all, for the sake of a dear family, that idiot would gladly provide magic.

Sacrifice (earth) is the only thing that matters.

But the problem is the material.

The bulk of the material is available in the dungeon (mainly shredding the ground), but there was also material that had to be obtained from the outside.

What am I supposed to do?

The answer is simple.

You just get it.

Because I have “feet” that are convenient to me.

"Hey Robin, could you get me Tempest Wolf's liver? And here's a set of materials."

"Huh? Is it Tempest Wolf? It's supposed to be a phantom species, a disaster designated species, isn't it? I don't know where you are, and even if I could discover it, I think I would struggle... or all the other materials are pretty scarce and valuable stuff. How the hell...?

"... please, could you not ask me for more information? But I swear to God, I'll tell you. This is for the dungeon. Tsumugi or Torres. You're the only one I can ask for a dungeon where they can feel safe."

Elibel's plea.

It pierced Robin's heart.

"- Whoa! Okay, Mr. Elibel! Leave it to me!

Robn pops out of the dungeon with a big cut.

It's really chocolate.

At that rate, they'll use whatever means they can to get what they want.

To satisfy her desires.

But what I told Robin wasn't a lie either.

If she doesn't complete the Shota Manufacturing Ceremony, it is inevitable that Tres and Tsumugi will be targeted at the base of that desire.

So she's not lying.

This is for the dungeon.

Elibel also satisfies his desires, and the chastity of Tres and Tsumugi is preserved.

Oh, my God.

Isn't it the ideal place for everyone to be happy (Arcadia)?

After all, Elibel was a genius.

And then, a few days later...

Elibel's room door is knocked.

When I allowed him in, it was Roben who came in.

My personality is worn out.

There are cracks all over the bones of the whole body, and the orbital flames are weakly shaken.

Traces of a fierce struggle appeared.

"... you got it?

"Yes, I searched all over the continent and finally found it. Especially after I found it... but I got it, Mr. Elibel...!

Dosari, Robin lowers the bag he was carrying.

Inside was the liver of the disaster-class individual Tempest Wolf.

Contains a number of other monster materials of the Kings Designated Species.

Assuming you sell this to a human town, you'll have enough money to play and live with your parents and children for three generations.

but it is the fucking wise man in front of you who has the ambition to dump it in the dob.

Nevertheless, it's a big deal because we used the transfer gates of the dungeons and even though it made travel much easier, we went around the continent and collected this all by ourselves.

Without a doubt Roben will be stronger than before as a demon.

Check the material and Elibel's orbital flames shake satisfactorily.

"- I checked. It looks like the material I was definitely asking for..."

"So now the dungeon... everyone... is saved, right?

Elibel answers Robin, who asks.

"Yeah, now Torres and Tsumugi... everyone will be helped. Thank you, Roben. Thanks to you."

That one word.

Just one word of it fills Robin's chest.

Oh, he said it was worth the hard work.

His efforts paid off.

"Take a rest. Oh, and I'm going to do some magic experiments, so could you tell the lab not to let anyone in?

"Yeah, okay."

That's what Robin said. He left the room.

"Heh heh, finally... okay"

Using a convenient slave (Roben) and collecting materials, Elibel quickly embarks on an experiment.

With a dark grin.

Whatever it is, don't let the family or that idiot understand this.

If they knew, they would use any hand to try to stop her.

So I cautiously overlapped caution, and she proceeded to assemble the procedure one by one.

Particular attention was paid to the appearance and personality to be entered.

You can't just be a boy (Shota) who obeys you like a sweet slave.

Sometimes he does not skip himself, but is filled with loyalty, like an old deacon who speaks to the Lord.

Sometimes he has the lust of a greedy carnivore enough to devour the Lord's flesh.

Now, it also has a calming atmosphere, like when I was laying my hands around the sun.

Familiarity... what about secondary growth?

Should I make you change your voice?

Hair color or skin color.

Plus height and weight, plus personality, sexuality, gestures and a little time habit.

Oh, I don't know what to think!

There's no limit to desire!

Oh, my God!

You were such a monster!

"hehe... oh my god... i was such a greedy stupid and vulgar person..."

Sage (fool) mocking himself so with a dark grin.

I don't care what you think. It's shit.

And the procedure was completed.

Focus your consciousness.

Look, - it's always the best boy (Shota) I can imagine.

And Elibel performs a chant.

- The body is made of desire.

"- Blood Tide Hachi, Tongueless Glass Lips"

It's a song.

A story she once loved to read.

The story of one boy who survived an unprecedented disaster and hoped to be on the side of justice at its end.

Elibel liked that story.

It is a projection of self and empathy towards the protagonist.

Thoughts that will never be met.

Empty fake self everywhere.

Still, a folly that keeps scratching and moves forward believing that there is an answer at its end.

Oh, what a beautiful thing to look like...

Shura's way through the unseen wilderness ahead, just pushing even.

That's a lot like yourself confronting the beast (desire) you lurk inside.

"- I'm sure the technique was made of boy (Shota)"

The chant ends.

All you have to do is magic and start the surgical ceremony.

"Nooo!

Magic.

Magic activates.

GOPPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! and the magic blew all over the room,

The magic team at the center of the room glows suspiciously.

- Success.

"Ugh...... hahahahahahahahahahaha!

I laugh unexpectedly.

Enjoy the supreme hour, will you?

Something takes shape little by little on top of the sorcery formation.

It becomes the shape of a person, turning a little bit into the appearance of a boy.

Not completely naked.

I dared, yes, I dared to wear clothes and generate them.

On my back, I tried to carry something that Ground would ask me.

What a demonic item.

I didn't know just carrying this would make me feel more disloyal.

Oh...... I just saw that sight and Elibel was about to reach it.

Just a few dozen seconds in time.

In the bliss that can be felt permanently, the juvenile Golem Homncrus is finally completed.

……

A boy who slowly opens his eyes and hits his neck.

Oh, no.

The trick now, good. Very good.

"Ha... ha... ha! Wow... whoa... noooo..."

Elibel slowly approached the boy like a feather worm lured by a moth light.

Oh, just a few meters away so far.

One step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

And in front of the boy.

The boy did not escape.

He just leaned his neck and kept staring at himself with clear, cloudless eyes.

- My ideal boy was there.

Oh, and.

Elibel leaks a breath of admiration.

I see.

Was it?

I - I got raw for this day.

Even those hard and painful wedding days of my life.

The days of resuscitation, skeletons and bitter juices that kept me away from boys and girls.

All rewarded.

I won.

My destiny.

To the beast lurking in me.

"... together, let's be happy..."

One word, I said that to the boy.

The boy laughed.

Even if you don't know what the word means, I guess the overwhelming sage Aura unleashed by the skeleton in front of you is reassuring the boy.

Oh, great.

I want this boy's purity now.

That's a unicorn (unicorn) that only shows up before a virgin.

Not bad.

"Hey, show me everything you got. Make me feel you. Give me your warmth..."

With that said, the wise man tries to poison the unclean boy himself -...

So, Elibel woke up from a dream.

"…………………………………?

Is that it?

What's this all about?

Look around with Kyoro Kyoro.

It's my room I'm used to seeing.

There were no sorceries there, no boys anywhere.

"... dreams?

Stupid.

That's all, that you have real dreams?

I mean, just make me think good, there won't be an inch stop!

Then I heard voices from where.

- Continue with Nocturne...

That was the cuckoo voice of a pig wearing glasses.

"... hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha"

Breathe softly.

"Fuckin 'kiddin' around, I'm just kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding, I'm kidding!

Then Elibel's wrath lasted seven days and seven nights.

But the relatives were accustomed to saying, "What is this, the usual outburst?"

In the end, the damage was minimized and the chastity of the tresses and knobs was protected thanks to the efforts of the earth and family members using white powder and all-body armed dragon-shaped golems.

End of story