Episode 3
Ja-geon put all his strength into severing the ogre's neck.
Green blood gushed out in torrents.
A foul stench rose up in waves.
The ogre’s red eyes turned gray.
“Gack, ugh... Bleh.”
Ja-geon’s legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground.
The vomit he’d been holding back came pouring out.
Bile dripped from his lips as he barely managed to steady his breathing and lift his upper body.
Thud
“Fuck, seriously. This is bullshit.”
Ja-geon habitually patted down his pockets.
Of course, there were no cigarettes or lighter.
“Motherfuckers,” he muttered, thinking of the traitors.
He stared at his chipped iron sword—ruined from the recent battle—and knew he needed a new weapon.
Rustle
Ja-geon closed and opened his eyes, activating his Search skill.
Possible loot appeared in his vision.
He grabbed the ogre’s club.
[Ogre’s Club]
Slow but hurts when it hits.
The description was brief.
The club shrank to fit Ja-geon’s size.
He shouldered it and glared down the corridor’s end.
‘What floor is this? An ogre in the hallway means this is at least a C-rank dungeon…’
Being level 1 alone in a C-rank dungeon was hopeless.
‘Isaac, God of Chaos. That bastard’s probably looking down at me right now, laughing.’
Ja-geon ground his teeth.
Though there was nothing he could do, it felt like surrendering to a god.
He’d never once received help from the divine race—only blessings on equal terms through Holy Grail quests.
No baptisms. No prayers.
‘Among all the notable divine beings I know, there’s no God of Chaos named Isaac.’
The divine race were an alien species with technology and abilities beyond human comprehension.
There were at least hundreds of them, but only forty or fifty influenced human affairs—with the seven Major Gods reigning supreme.
The rest had almost no presence in the human world.
‘Acting all high and mighty when they’re nobodies in their own world…’
Ja-geon mentally cursed Isaac.
Even gods didn’t constantly watch their followers.
The minor deities below the seven Majors were weak—Isaac included.
Despite governing the grand domain of Chaos, without followers, he was just another petty god.
‘Killing that ogre alone got me to level 3. Better than being level 1 when I face something I can’t handle.’
Assuming this was a C-rank dungeon, Ja-geon recalled monster strategies—though his memories were hazy.
Crunch
He stopped walking.
Luminescent stones on the walls bathed the dark corridor in light, casting equally dense shadows where something monstrous squirmed.
Dozens of crimson eyes locked onto Ja-geon.
Skreeee
“I fucking hate spiders,” he said, raising his club as a calf-sized spider monster emerged.
Splat!
The spider spat venom.
Ja-geon blocked it with his club.
Squelch
The sticky liquid would slow his movements if it hit his limbs.
‘A capture-type spider. Won’t kill me outright.’
Without hesitation, Ja-geon charged forward and swung with all his might.
The spider raised its clawed forelegs.
‘I’ll take the hit to my side.’
Stab!
The claws pierced Ja-geon’s flank.
He widened his eyes and slammed the club down on its head.
Crunch!
Thick blood splattered across his face.
He swung mechanically, again and again.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
The spider convulsed, digging deeper into his side.
Though the pain was excruciating, Ja-geon’s gaze never wavered—not from numbness, but sheer willpower.
“Huuu…”
He exhaled, lifting the blood-drenched club over the spider’s shattered corpse.
Drip. Drip.
Ja-geon watched blood seep from his wound.
Without treatment, he’d bleed out.
“Damn it. Have to do this shit too?”
He plunged his hand into the spider’s rear orifice.
‘Here.’
Ja-geon yanked out the spinneret gland, tearing it free.
He squeezed the clump of silk sacs, smearing the sticky fluid over his wound.
The elastic secretion worked better than bandages.
“Pathetic.”
He checked his level.
Level 4.
Killing dungeon monsters alone accelerated his growth.
Ja-geon stepped over the spider’s corpse.
The walls ahead were thick with cobwebs.
“Uuugh…”
Something stirred within the webbed strands.
A figure crawled toward him, wrapped in silk.
Bam!
Ja-geon smashed it against the wall without hesitation.
The impact left the creature twitching, unable to rise.
“P-please…help me…”
A man’s muffled voice escaped the webbing.
Ja-geon approached and crouched beside him.
“Where’s your blade?”
“R-right hip!”
Ja-geon shoved his hand through the silk and pulled out a sword.
[Lightweight Iron Sword]
Weight Reduction Enchantment applied.
He smirked.
“Better than my old one.”
With practiced cuts, he freed the man.
“Thank you! How can I ever repay—”
“Strip.”
“Huh?”
“Say it again and I’ll kill you.”
The man’s face paled.
“Y-you want my body? I’m not into—”
Thwack!
Ja-geon’s club sent him rolling.
“Hand over all your gear, fatty.”
The man hurriedly removed his equipment:
[Lightweight Leather Armor]
[Lightweight Leather Boots]
[Lightweight Leather Helmet]
Ja-geon scowled.
“Why’s everything ‘lightweight’? Planning to dodge with that gut? What kind of idiot—”
“I-I’m a porter! Needed to carry loot!”
“A porter? Then where’s your team? Your bag?”
“They abandoned me! I threw the bag to them before the spider caught me…”
Ja-geon snorted and donned the armor.
The weight reduction enchantment made it feel like a light jacket.
“You played yourself. Should’ve kept the loot so they’d come back for you.”
“Oh! R-right, that makes sense—”
Thud
Ja-geon kicked his stomach.
“Makes sense? Think this is a game? You nearly died because your comrades ditched you. ‘Oh, that makes sense’—fucking moron.”
The man stared at Ja-geon’s youthful face—barely out of his teens—but shame, not anger, filled him.
Once fully equipped, Ja-geon swung the iron sword.
His slender arms felt foreign.
Though trapped in a young body, his eyes betrayed decades of hardened experience.
