Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Otherworld Cheat Harem.

Episode 47: Saintess (2).

Thus, Dojin had various conversations with the Saintess. Among them was the reason for his sudden increase in strength.

“…Sudden improved skills?”

“Yes, I don’t know why, but…”

“No way, already…”

Hearing those words, Charlotte was shocked. Dojin tilted his head, observing her reaction.

Charlotte, who had been silent for a moment, regained her composure and spoke.

“That means… you’ve reached Level 3.”

“Level 3? But I haven’t even entered the dungeon…”

“It’s not well-known, but once someone surpasses their limits, they can grow even without hunting monsters. It’s a very rare occurrence, though.”

“Rare? How rare?”

“From what I know, I can count them on one hand.”

Charlotte was the closest aide to the Saintess and a figure with the world’s top privileges. If it was an event that she could count on one hand, it clearly meant it had only happened once or twice in the entire world.

Dojin was inwardly amazed to hear that such a rare case had happened to him. Whatever it was, there was no reason not to be pleased.

At that moment, the Saintess looked intently at him. He also met her gaze through her faint veil.

Wasn’t it said that one would go blind if they looked directly into those eyes? Indeed, the curiosity to see them even at the risk of blindness was stirring.

The Saintess whispered to Charlotte. Even with level 3 hearing, he could not hear her voice. However, just the vibration of her vocal cords through her clothes suggested that her voice would be extremely captivating.

“The Saintess said, if there is anything you would like to ask, please do so.”

“…Ask?”

“Yes.”

He hesitated for a moment and pondered. At this moment, what could he possibly ask of the Saintess? What would he need her help with?

‘There’s only that.’

After a brief contemplation, Dojin smiled lightly and spoke.

“Show me your face.”

The Saintess looked at Dojin as if amused.

Regrettably, my request to see her face was rejected. She said I wasn’t ready yet or something like that.

However, this incident successfully piqued the Saintess’s interest. I recalled the smile I saw through the veil.

A refreshing smile that only someone full of curiosity could have. I could only see the outline, but that much was certain.

“Did you have a good trip?”

“Yeah, can you cook for me now?”

“Yes! Please wait a moment!”

Upon arriving at the mansion, I asked the maid who was cleaning to prepare a meal, and went straight to my room to change clothes.

The clothes I was wearing were heavily stained with blood, ash, and dust. Even after trying to wash them off several times by hand, the already stained areas wouldn’t come out easily.

Thinking that they weren’t worth much, I decided to just throw them away and put them in the trash can before heading straight to the dining room.

There was bread cut into easy-to-eat pieces, soup, salad, and meat. The maid was nowhere to be seen.

‘Did she go to clean?’

I sat down immediately, tore the bread, dipped it in the soup, and started eating it in one bite like a sandwich with the meat and salad.

Since they didn’t provide meals in prison, I was starving like crazy. I devoured the food in an instant and still wasn’t satisfied, so I went to the kitchen and swept up all the remaining bread and meat.

After eating enough meat to nearly empty the household supplies, I finally felt full and slowly realized the amount of food I had consumed.

‘…No, I think I ate about ten servings.’

Is it possible to increase the amount I eat this much in just one day?

‘Well, I did fight and starve all day…’

But thinking about it, from yesterday’s lunch until now, I essentially skipped four meals. Even on Earth, if I starved this much, I would eat five servings of meat by myself…

Given how much stronger I’d become now, eating about ten servings wasn’t all that strange.

The fact that the power I could exert had changed meant that the amount of calories I consumed had also increased.

“Here you are.”

“…Ilone?”

As I sat there after finishing my meal to aid digestion, Ilone approached me. Limping slightly, she stood in front of me and bent her waist.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“This… I heard you fixed it?”

She tapped her limping leg. Her leg had been severed by a dark mage and was diagnosed as something that could never be healed.

“I heard even the priests couldn’t fix this kind of injury.”

“It’s nothing. Why is your leg limping?”

“Oh, the memory of it being cut off remains, it strangely feels like I don’t have a leg.”

It was phantom pain. A nervous system disorder not easily cured even with modern medicine.

“Ilone.”

“It’s okay. This much, I can somehow manage…”

“Ilone?”

“Don’t worry! I’ll be better soon!”

“No, that’s not it.”

However, this was a fantasy world. In a fantasy, there were always fantastical methods.

“Want to do it?”

“…Suddenly?”

Ilone was taken aback. Of course, anyone would be surprised if someone who was just talking about illnesses suddenly expressed a desire to do it.

However, there was a reason for this behavior.

‘I never thought I’d use it this way.’

A long time ago, during my first experience with Ilone. It was a skill I acquired thanks to her.

Pain-Pleasure Conversion.

She, who felt such immense pleasure that it bordered on pain, longed for a skill that would allow her to perceive even that pain as pleasure.

“Ugh… Wait, we’re in the dining hall…”

“No one comes at this time anyway.”

“Hah, h-however…”

“If you’re worried, should we go up to the room?”

As I said that, I caressed Ilone’s leg. Didn’t she say that, because of the memory of her severed leg, it felt as if she were floating in midair?

In that case, the sensation she must be feeling now would be the pleasure sensed by a non-existent part.

The feeling of pleasure suddenly arising from the empty air, and the confusion it would cause in the brain.

“Haaaaa… gulp.”

She swallowed her saliva. Her gaze had changed before anyone noticed. At this moment, she probably couldn’t even think about her limp.

“…You started it.”

I slowly kissed her. Soon, all that remained was intense ecstasy and moans.

After sending Ilone back home, Dojin returned to his room and lay down on the bed. As his weary body sank into the soft bed, his mind slowly began to be consumed by sleep.

When he thought of closing his eyes for a moment, the approaching sleep dragged him down to the depths of hell.

“What? When did you get here?”

“…Huh?”

However, his spirit, which was diving somewhere in the afterlife, swiftly surfaced at the voice calling him.

Awakening from sleep, Dojin slowly stretched and looked at the person who called him. Deokgu was leaning against the door.

“Ah, just now.”

“Right, our Guan Yu. You said you’d come before dinner got cold. What to do? It seems dinner’s not just cold, but spoiled.”

“…Stop it.”

“How can I stop?”

Chuckling, Deokgu, who burst into laughter, threw a piece of paper he had been holding. As he received the folded paper, familiar handwriting caught his eye.

“What is this?”

“I finally completed it. It’s the newspaper draft. Actually, it’s closer to an information sheet than a newspaper.”

Upon hearing this, Dojin unfolded the newspaper. Indeed, unlike modern newspapers filled with all sorts of incidents and accidents, it contained gossip that people wouldn’t easily know, along with useful life information.

“Is it actually a smooth process?”

“It’s not like we can publish it tomorrow… The speed of delivering incidents and accidents is important.”

“Why we can’t publish it yet?”

“We don’t have any backing yet.”

Hearing those words, Dojin fell into thought for a moment. He recalled the Saintess who returned to the city.

‘Why did the Saintess… return to the city?’

To meet him. To build a rapport with him, who was the oracle’s existence.

‘If that’s the case, she wouldn’t just stand by… and watch me fall into danger.’

There was a higher probability that she would help him to earn his gratitude. If she were someone lacking in conscience and morals, she might think differently…

In the first place, could such an evil person ever become a saintess?

“Deokgu.”

“Why?”

“Let’s publish. Tomorrow.”

“Suddenly, what…? Didn’t you hear what I said? If we get checked by the establishment…”

“No, that’s fine.”

“…Why do you think that?”

Dojin grinned and shared his thoughts. Deokgu asked how he could believe that.

After pondering for a moment, Dojin told him about his ability. The ability to know the state of a woman when he touches her genitalia.

Hearing this, Deokgu looked at him with a shocked expression.

“Then you… did you have sex with the Saintess?”

“No, that’s not it…”

“Then how…?”

“There’s a way. Anyway, this is reliable information. Can you publish it by tomorrow?”

“Hey, do you even know what time it is now?”

Dojin looked at the clock at those words. It was well past 7 PM. The sun had long since set, and many people were winding down their day.

“There are still 12 hours until tomorrow morning.”

“Ha, seriously… you should be thankful to me. You know that, right?”

“Of course, my friend.”

“Only at times like this, right?”

Even as Deokgu said that, he didn’t refuse Dojin’s proposal. Deokgu went into the room and stayed up all night revising the newspaper, and the next day, he succeeded in completing it.

“Extra, extra!”

The boy delivering the newspaper didn’t know what ‘extra’ meant, nor did he understand the words written on the piece of paper in his hand.

However, the older brother who handed him the newspaper said, “If you distribute this paper to people, you would get one donghwa for ten sheets of paper.”

The newspaper he embraced was 250 copies; if he distributed all of them, he would get two and a half donghwa. For a poor boy who couldn’t even find a proper job, it was an overwhelmingly large amount of money.

“Kid, what’s that?”

“It’s a newspaper!”

The boy smiled as he handed over the newspaper. The man, showing great interest in the paper the boy was holding, received the newspaper.

The newspaper he received had many things written in tiny letters. How to easily remove stains from clothes, how to make alcohol stronger, ways to deal with a slight cold, etc…

The man frowned at the tiny letters, then spotted large letters that caught his eye.

[Shocking! The Identity of the Dark Mage Operating in the City? And the Identity of the Adventurer Who Defeated Him… (Exclusive Report)]

A shocking phrase and a provocative subtitle that city dwellers couldn’t help but be interested in.

With a subtitle rivaling the title-selection skills of K-Resonance, people who didn’t even know what a newspaper was turned their attention.

Thus, one person, three people, ten people.

In one district.

Throughout the entire city.

To the nobility.

To the Saintess.

To the world.

The new concept of a newspaper was born.