"Ew! Get that disgusting stuff off you!! Wash it off now!"

Aerin pinched her nose and strode toward me.

"I know it’s gross! But how?! There’s no place to shower here!"

I lifted my sleeve, sniffing the revolting stench. This was no better than *that* liquid!

"Knowing it’s gross, you still sniff it? Pervert."

Aerin stared at me with utter disgust.

"Let me cleanse you, husband."

Tia stepped between us, raising her Magic Staff.

"Really?! Please, I’m begging you!"

Right now, Tia was my goddess incarnate~~

"O distant spirits of water~~ Grant me the power to purify this world’s filth~~~"

Magical words flowed from Tia’s lips. Water elements swirled toward the tip of her staff.

So there really was a spell to instantly clean grime? Why not use it sooner? I’d wasted days washing clothes!

"Hydro Blast!!!"

As Tia finished chanting, a massive Magic Array materialized before her staff.

"Hydro Blast!? Wait!! Shouldn’t it be called ‘Ultra Cleanse’ or ‘Stain Eraser’ or something?! Hydro Blas—I@&*W)@(!)(E—!!"

Before I could finish, a torrential flood erupted from the array. The force slammed water straight down my throat.

When the deluge finally ceased, only a drenched, shivering me remained.

"Uh~~ Tia, why’d you suddenly do this to me?"

Did I mess up somehow? My brain scrambled through recent memories.

"Just as I thought! Why don’t these spells affect you at all?"

Tia approached, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Not affect me?! I’m soaked head to toe!!"

"Look there."

Tia pointed behind me.

I turned. Aerin was plastered against the ceiling, dripping wet and stuck to the wall like a soaked rag.

"That’s how it should be."

Tia gazed at me earnestly.

"What do you mean ‘should be’?! Tia, why’d you target me like this?!!!"

Aerin’s furious shout echoed from across the room.

"You’ve got husband’s ring-armor! This magic won’t hurt you!"

Tia huffed, turning away with a jealous pout.

Ah. So she was jealous. I’d given Aerin both a ring and a divine artifact... I’d need to find Tia a gift too.

"Pupil~~~ Come quick! There’s something over here!!"

Aerin suddenly waved excitedly from the wall.

What?! She’s cheerful after being blasted? Did water flood her brain too?

"Here! A hidden room! This crack was blown open earlier. Blow it wider—let’s see what’s inside!"

Tia jabbed at a large fissure in the wall.

"Easy for you to say. You promised dungeon walls couldn’t be blown up."

Still, I was curious about hidden rooms. I walked toward Aerin.

"Look—a Magic Array inside!"

Aerin peered through the crack.

A Magic Array? A treasure vault? Or a teleporter straight to town? Either meant loot or escape.

"Let me see."

I nudged Aerin aside and squinted into the gap.

An ancient Magic Array glowed faintly blue on the floor. Definitely a teleporter. Perfect—back to town, then home for a shower and sleep~~

"Aerin, step back. I’ll blast it open!"

I raised my Magic Staff.

**Jack’s Descent**

**BOOM!!!!!!**

A giant flaming pumpkin smashed into the cracked wall, shattering it completely.

"Done!! This has to be a teleporter. Let’s go home!"

I couldn’t wait to shower and change.

"Huh?? Are you sure??"

Aerin eyed me skeptically.

"Do I seem that untrustworthy to you?!!!"

"Husband’s right. It is a teleporter."

Tia inspected the array inside the room.

"See?! Even Tia says so! No mistake!"

I was done with this dungeon. I stepped straight into the array.

"Huh?! So sudden! Wait for me!!"

Aerin scrambled after me.

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In most games, defeating a floor boss spawns a teleporter back to town or the dungeon entrance. But some shady developers love trolling players—like this world I’m stuck in. I don’t know if the goddess Sophia built this maze, but whoever did clearly had holes in their brain.

**Dungeon Lord: Ancient Dragon Deity Argylth**

**Level: 190**

The info floated before my eyes.

What the hell?! Why did we teleport straight from the 10th floor’s first boss to the TOP FLOOR?!

"Pupil... this feels different from what you described."

Aerin whispered, tiptoeing away from the slumbering dragon.

"Husband... we shouldn’t be here."

Tia’s face paled as she glanced at me.

"Well... since we made it to the top, should we greet the Dragon Deity?"

I’d dreamed of boss fights, but staring at this colossal white dragon, my office-worker instincts made my knees tremble.

"Let’s just go back the way we came."

Aerin crept toward the teleporter—but it stayed dark.

"Huh??"

"It’s one-way. Only entrance, no exit. I was going to tell you, but you rushed in before I could finish."

Tia’s quiet explanation hit like a facepalm. My fault for being trigger-happy. Guess we had to fight our way out.

*Sniff! Sniff!!*

The Dragon Deity’s nose twitched. Had it caught our scent? Sharp senses for a dragon.

"WOMEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The dragon jolted upright, roaring at the sky.

What?! Did it just say...? Aerin, Tia, and I exchanged stunned glances.

"WOMEN!!! That scent!! After 1,500 years, I finally smell a woman’s fragrance!!!"

Did I enter the wrong dungeon? Why would an ancient dragon guarding a tower scream for women upon waking? And why would a dragon crave human women? Some kind of... exotic fetish? Like my thing for monster girls? Wait—if I’m into monster girls, what’s the difference between us?

"Oh~~ Two women stand before me. Humans must’ve grown strong indeed!"

Two women? It completely ignored me...

The dragon’s nostrils flared as it sized up Tia and Aerin.

"Now let me witness the growth of human *curves*!! Reveal your chests to me!!!!"

*Strength!* It should be *strength*! Why swap it for chests? And you’re a DRAGON! What use are chests to you?!

"Uh............"

**"IDIOT!! It’s the BUTT that’s best!!"**

Before I could speak, Aerin’s armor blurted out.

"How dare you question this deity’s taste?!"

The dragon’s glare locked onto Aerin’s armor.

"Eeek!!!"

Aerin froze, trembling slightly.

**"Question?! I speak truth!! Even perfect chests sag someday! Only a perky rear lasts forever!!!"**

**"Lies!! Beautiful, firm chests never sag!! Even if they do, they had glory days!!"**

**"Look at this young lady’s tempting rear!!!"**

The armor twisted Aerin’s body, thrusting her backside toward the dragon.

"Eep!! Pervert!! Stop it!!"

Aerin yanked herself back.

**"You rusted scrap know nothing!! See that mage sister’s chest—that’s true beauty!"**

Tia blinked, then quietly glanced down at her own chest and squeezed it.

"Husband... do you think my chest is pretty??"

Don’t get dragged into this too!!!

"ENOUGH!! An ancient Dragon Deity! An ancient armor! Arguing over whether chests or butts are better?!"

Seriously! I just wanted to go home and shower!

**"SILENCE!!"**

Both fetishists roared at me simultaneously.

"YOU!! Climber of this tower!! Declare it now—which is superior: chests or butts?!"

The dragon’s eyes pinned me.

Crap... Why ask me *now*? If I had to pick my preference...

"LONG LEGS ARE THE ULTIMATE BEAUTY!!!!"

".............."

**"..............."**

"................"

Aerin and Tia lifted their pant legs, scrutinizing their own calves.

"Hey!! Stop staring at your legs!!"

A little situational awareness, please!!!!

"Clearly, you lowly creatures can’t grasp my great philosophy!! I’ll erase you to prove the meaning of chests!!!!"

How does erasing us prove anything about chests?!

Lightning split the sky. Thunder cracked as bolts rained onto the tower peak. The Dragon Deity rose amidst the storm.

"Tia!! Aerin!! Hide in the teleporter room!! I’ll handle this!"

"You’ll handle it?! Are you suicidal?!"

"Aerin! Trust husband!! We’ll only get in his way!"

**"Leave it to the kid."**

Without hesitation, Tia dragged Aerin backward.

My earlier fear had melted into excitement. A Level 190 Dragon Deity? A worthy boss.

I opened my inventory, swapping into my game-endgame gear.

**Armor: Caine’s Starlight Set (6 pieces)**

Ultimate armor forged from the power of fallen deities Caine and the Star King.

**Outfit: Wings of the Firmament (Sky)**

The rarest cosmetic set—black and gold armor over crimson-trimmed robes, with four obsidian wings like a fallen angel’s.

**Weapon:**

As I reached for my usual Greatsword *King’s Glory*, a purple blade in my inventory bounced wildly—as if desperate to be chosen.

"What’s this...?"

I tapped it instinctively.

A massive purple Greatsword materialized in my grip. The moment I grasped it, an emerald eye between blade and hilt snapped open. That magical pupil seemed ready to devour every enemy in sight.

This sword once shook the entire Arad continent.

Its name was...

Darkblade: Apophis