Chapter 8 – Floor 2. Sweet Rewards

The Specter of the Past, now transformed into an onahole, fell to the floor with a splashing sound.

It was a rather pathetic end for someone who had once been a hero who sacrificed their life to save the domain.

‘That’s why it’s called the Specter of the Past, I guess.’

Honestly, while D.D. had more text compared to other roguelikes, revealing a bit more of the story’s outline, it wasn’t detailed enough to fully immerse you emotionally.

Of course, it’s understandable—in a game where you have to start over when you die, you can’t repeat the same floors dozens of times just to see the story.

The Specter of the Past-turned-onahole, or rather, the Wraith Onahole, looked like a slightly deformed version of the black soul that had been fluttering its tattered black robe while emitting a red glow from its eyes.

It had transformed while maintaining the pose of reaching out with its sharp claws, making it look somewhat like a well-posed figurine.

Of course, the ectoplasm that flowed down like mist and evaporated indicated it wasn’t an ordinary object, but when considering its purpose, I could only laugh.

“With the slime blob, I couldn’t tell because it had no shape, but when something becomes an onahole, it gets somewhat deformed?”

I had thought the shapeless Blue Slime was given an elastic teardrop shape for easier use, but it seems that was actually its deformed appearance.

Thanks to this, the Specter’s appearance had the feeling of a horror-themed figurine.

Lifting the Wraith Onahole, which came up to about my waist, I felt an incredibly strange sensation—like touching a veil or mist.

But it definitely had substance—you could feel its contours when touched, and even bend its joints directly. It seemed like this rag-like robe could also be removed.

Peeking underneath, I could see the Specter’s black flesh.

“Fortunately, there’s a hole meant to be used.”

Perhaps because it was female in life?

Unlike the Slime Onahole, the Wraith Onahole had a hole that could be used.

It was an incredibly lewd shape.

“By the way, this actually works. If I posted this on DunGal, I’d get cursed for cheesing the game beyond acceptable limits.”

Normally, when you kill the Specter, it disappears along with the Resurrected Expedition it brought.

Afterward, the Sad Ghost repeatedly asks you to grant her companion eternal rest, but…

“Have you sealed her soul in an idol?”

The Sad Ghost, who had approached without me noticing, looked thoughtful as she stared at the Wraith Onahole being fondled in my hands.

“She and I were as close as sisters since childhood. Gifted in magic, she whispered to me that we should become heroes whose achievements everyone would admire.”

“Mmm~”

I felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing the Sad Ghost caressing the Wraith Onahole’s cheek with a sorrowful face.

How would she react if she knew that her precious friend, freed from being a fallen specter, had merely become an onahole used for masturbation?

Those eyes filled with pure sadness and compassion for her friend poked painfully at my conscience, but what could I do when this was the only ability I had?

Honestly, I was a bit aroused.

“To seal such a powerful specter in one go… You must be known as a great sealer in the outside world.”

‘Not really.’

I’m simply a pervert who creates onaholes in the dungeon.

Of course, it wasn’t something I wanted at all.

I just nodded and slightly avoided the Sad Ghost’s eyes.

“The magnitude of despair we witnessed was by no means small. Even someone like you will face a difficult journey.”

‘In the game, I’m just an exiled criminal.’

“I would like to follow you, benefactor who has found rest for my friend, and help you on your journey.”

[You have completed the Sad Ghost’s request.]

[The Sad Ghost wishes to accompany you on your journey.]

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If I accept, the Sad Ghost becomes a simple merchant appearing on each floor, and if I refuse, I can get several useful grave goods for a while.

In speedruns where descending through the dungeon as quickly as possible was the goal, taking the grave goods was better for shortening records, but in the current situation where stability is important, accepting the ghost’s proposal would be right.

“Alright.”

“Thank you for your compassion.”

The Sad Ghost bowed deeply to me, then looked at the Specter once more with eyes full of tender emotion before fading away.

Even if she looks at it with such heart-wrenching eyes, it’s just a summonable onahole.

“Hmm… maybe I’ll try using it in front of the Sad Ghost later.”

Looting the sarcophagi in the room after the Sad Ghost disappeared yielded quite sweet rewards, but one problem arose.

Onaholes are larger than expected. If the initial tattered backpack’s capacity is 15 slots in game terms, an onahole takes up about 5-6 slots.

And so far, I had two onaholes: the Slime and the Wraith.

This means that unless I get a higher-tier backpack soon, my bag will burst at the seams.

D.D. is a game of choice where it’s important to anticipate upcoming situations and select items that can handle those situations.

An onahole that takes up this much carrying capacity is too large, even if it’s considered a weapon.

“Damn~ other than being able to masturbate with it, it seems like a downgraded version of a summoning staff.”

No, if one had a bit of courage and the right mindset, they could probably have sex with creatures summoned by a summoning staff, making it truly a downgrade.

Anyone who could actually do that would have courage worthy of being called a true hero, though.

“I can’t just throw away the onaholes… I need to organize them.”

The Specter, with its 99% physical evasion, could be useful for a long time due to its special properties, but the Slime would clearly become difficult to use after descending just a bit further.

But for some reason, I’d grown attached to it and didn’t feel like discarding it.

‘Unless it grows or evolves.’

There wasn’t such a system, so I didn’t expect it.

Still, there was a clause in the DunGal Pack changes written by the anonymous poster saying you could display items in altar areas, so if I found an altar, I could use it as storage.

Once I find an altar area, inventory management would become easier.

With that in mind, I placed my possessions and the acquired grave goods on the floor.

The original items I had: several pieces of tasty meat, a water bottle, and unknown blue herbs.

The Slime Onahole and the Wraith Onahole.

Items from the sarcophagi: a silver longsword, a Ring of Strength+1, unknown red herbs, an identification scroll, and an unknown green potion.

The Ring of Strength+1 was an excellent accessory that increased physical attack damage by 10(+5)%, and the silver longsword was a weapon that dealt additional damage to undead and demonic enemies.

I equipped the Ring of Strength, and although the silver longsword was a sword that couldn’t exert its full power unless against specific enemies, it had higher base damage than the club I was using, so I exchanged it.

“Ah… have I finally become ‘the strongest’?”

With my strength suddenly increasing by nearly 30%, I felt like I could slaughter the entire dungeon.

Of course, it’s not quite that extreme, but with leather armor covering both upper and lower body, normal enemies wouldn’t be a problem even up to Floor 4.

‘I didn’t check anything, so they’re all unknown.’

Potions, scrolls, herbs, seeds.

The effects of these items, classified as consumables, remain hidden unless a player uses or identifies them.

Because of this, players must always carefully consider using items with controlled information.

With bad luck, it wasn’t uncommon to die from drinking a potion in a dangerous situation only to find it was an ignition potion that caused you to burn to death.

“Hmm… fortunately, I have one identification scroll.”

An identification scroll, which can reduce such trial and error, is like a godsend in the early stages.

Without hesitation, I used the identification scroll on the potion.

The identification scroll instantly burned up, the dull green potion emitted light, and a hologram appeared before my eyes, revealing the potion’s identity.

『Healing Potion』

【When used, recovers 80 Health】

The identity of the suspicious green potion that looked like a poison potion was a healing potion.

“Y-yes! Starting with a healing potion is great.”

Luckily, I hit the jackpot right from the start. While health will replenish if hunger and thirst are above a certain level, relying on natural recovery in urgent situations means death.

This healing potion could be called a savior, allowing you to overcome such situations comfortably.

I carefully placed the healing potion in my backpack.

What remained were two unknown herbs of different colors.

“They could be poisonous, so eating them doesn’t seem like a good idea… should I just throw them away?”

If this were still a game that moved exactly as you controlled it, I would just try eating them, thinking the worst would be running in circles for a while, but if they were truly poisonous or harmful plants, my condition could severely deteriorate.

Thinking about it, I had a safe guinea pig.

“Come forth!”

Boooing boooing.

When I tossed the Slime Onahole, with a popping sound, a Blue Slime appeared, wriggling its body and clinging to me.

Did it want to be petted?

For such a desire, it was suspiciously sticking too low, but I decided to let it slide.

“Eat this, Slime. Prove you have use to your master beyond squeezing out semen!”

I detached the creature, which looked like it was planning to do something right here, and offered the red herb. It moved its body in a wriggling motion as if smelling the herb, then swallowed it whole.

The red herb, which entered its transparent body, gradually dissolved and disappeared as if withering.

Had it digested the white potion I gave it the same way? It was a thought-provoking sight.

Wriggle. Wriggle… Wriggle…

ZAP!

After the red herb was completely digested, the Slime’s movements briefly slowed, then it twitched as if it had eaten something sour, before becoming rigid.

“So it was a paralysis herb.”

Since it wasn’t refined into medicine, the effect didn’t last long.

The Slime, freed from paralysis, bounced around as if angry about what I had fed it, but it wasn’t scary at all.

“Haha! No matter how much you throw a tantrum, what can you do besides being an onahole? What can you do other than bouncing angrily on the floor, you lewd trash onahole wench?”

Brrrrr..!

The Slime trembled as if shocked and horrified, but I ignored it and offered the blue herb next.

It shook its body as if it didn’t want to eat it.

Of course, I had no intention of letting it refuse. Let’s call it punishment for milking its master without permission.

As it turned out, the blue herb was a levitation herb.

Wriiiiiiiiggle.

Seeing the Slime floating around me like water spilled in a spacecraft I’d seen on the internet, I couldn’t help but understand, even if I didn’t want to.

“All done organizing. Shall we get going?”

Brrrrrrrrrr—

It looks so excited, which is nice to see.