On the fourth floor, the trap master, Lovia, and Prince Splennar were trapped in a small space. There were nurous small holes around the walls which trapped them, allowing air for them to breathe.
In the last half an hour, they had constantly heard the sounds of battle, and the roars of what seed to be a draconic creature. However, everything was silent now.
''How did you not see this trap? Aren't you a trap master?'' asked the prince in an obviously raged manner.
''I-I'm sorry, Your Highness.''
''It is your fault! Now what are we going to do? How shall we escape?'' Splennar crouched as his voice beca smaller.
He had looked through the pores in the walls, tried pushing them and even searched for so kind of hidden chanism. Dungeons usually had these. Once the chanism was broken, the trap would be lifted.
However, he couldn't find anything, and neither could Lovia. Useless! This trap master was utterly useless!
Lovia could feel the prince's open loathing. He was putting all the bla on her. Although she acted polite on the outside, she internally viewed Splennar as nothing more than a royal brat with high status.
Was he really the son of King Philips II? She wondered. There was nothing remarkable about this 19-year-old boy. She couldn't see the bravery, accountability, and intelligence of his father on him.
Leaning on a wall, Lovia wiped the sweat on her forehead while trying to hide the disappointnt in her eyes. A bead of sweat trickled down her cleavage. She was wearing tight clothes. In this closed environnt, it was incredibly sweaty.
'I can only hope for Sir Court Mage to save us… He must have a spell to break this magical trap…' Just as she thought of this, she felt the floor crumble.
''Ah!''
''Wha!''
Both her and the prince cried in surprise as they fell into a dark hole.
On the fifth floor, Jake was looking at the ceiling on which an opening suddenly ford. The voices of two individuals shouting for their lives ca from it before they fell.
[Demonic Grasp]
Jake pulled the woman with obvious intentions, letting the prince keep on falling. Though he still gave a cue to the new Dark Mage, to save the boy.
Ivan nodded and used [Feather Fall] spell on the prince. As Splennar's fall beca slow, he stopped shouting and cried out, ''Sir Ivan!''
On the other side, Lovia fell on Jake's arms who smiled devilishly. It took her a mont to realize that a demon was holding her in a princess-carry.
''Aaaaah!'' She cried in utter horror and struggled to get away.
Jake disappointedly sighed and cald her emotions. He manipulated her into feeling peace. The trap master looked lost as she stared at him. In his arms, she felt like she was floating…
''Ahem. That's quite a romantic sight.'' Minerva coughed.
''So cliche, isn't it?'' Jake laughed, putting the woman down. He began walking toward the prince boy.
''Cliche…?'' Minerva was confused by that word.
Jake didn't answer. There were tis when he would speak like an earthling. Gen-Z humor, pop culture… It was a part of him which would manifest with his personality every ti he did anything.
His other won were familiar with this trait, but Minerva had spent little ti with him. Just like others, she would soon learn to ignore the little things she didn't understand.
''I'm quite tired now, so let's get this over with.'' Jake sighed and lazily used Degeneration Halo again.
[Ding! Congratulations, one of your skills has leveled up!]
[Degeneration Halo (lvl. 1 → lvl. 2)]
'Great.' Jake checked the skill while listening to the cries of the two beings who were getting corrupted.
As they were below his rank, Jake didn't even have to focus on their minds. In about 40 seconds, both were kneeling in front of him. Jake examined them using [Demon Eye] and learned their nas and jobs.
''Not too bad,'' he comnted and told them to stand up.
Jake turned to the necromancer who was back to flaunting her beauty. ''Minerva, go to the 6th floor and make those knights' corpses into the undead. You can also make another Death Knight out of the Grand- wait.''
Jake paused. He walked a bit forward and used Magipathy.
On the 66th floor, Erin was sleeping in her private chamber when she suddenly heard Jake.
''Co to the 6th floor if you want so high-level human blood.''
A creak resounded in the chamber. The Blood Coffin at the center opened and a naked female vampire stood up. Her sexy body was fully red. She had been bathing in monster blood, absorbing its essence.
With so many 4th Circle beings around her master, she felt the need to advance quickly. Alas, she didn't have a system like Jake.
As he kept reaching greater heights, she could only look up to him. Even though she knew about the battle today, Erin couldn't take part in it because of her low-rank.
Erin absolutely devoted her everything to her master. Not being able to assist him made her feel frustrated.
'But he didn't forget about … Ah, master…' A crazy glint appeared in her eyes as she absorbed the blood on her skin. Dressing in the sexiest way possible, she spread her bat wings and hastily flew outside.
…
On the fifth floor.
'Horan, bring so of your friends to the 7th floor. Carry the corpses there to the 65th floor. If the guards try to block you, say it's the master's orders. Also, send so corpses to Irene's Experintal Chamber,' Jake ordered the harpy.
He then contacted a group of imps, commanding them to co and take the unconscious female mages laying on the sa, 7th floor. Their job was to bring those won to his newly made 'Fuck Hall.'
Jake liked to call it the ''Chamber of Debauchery.'' It was on the 66th floor for now, which was the largest.
Once his dungeon expanded again, he definitely planned to make a new one on the 69th floor. Actually, he would devote that entire floor for lustful activities only.
'That would be perfect,' Jake thought as he turned to the Court Mage.
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