The Chronicle of the Dungeon Master of Slaughter – A Reclusive Beautiful Girl Became a Dungeon Master, So She Pursues the Path of a Hikikomori – Chapter 19

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫

[Uh. . .! Ah. . .!]

The female swordsman was stripped of her clothes by the goblins and was being violated while letting out muffled screams.

Even though their numbers had decreased in the battle against the intruders, there were still about ten goblins left.

There was one champion, one shaman, and eight ordinary goblins.

Hob was wiped out in the previous battle, being used as a shield by the champion.

And now, the champion, who is considered the most important in the group, is having fun.

After the champion is satisfied, the shaman will go next, followed by the ordinary goblins, and then the female swordsman will be passed around.

Just watching through the monitor made me feel nauseous.

“Ugh. . .”

I cut off the monitor while holding back my nausea.

. . .If the Living Armor-senpai wasn’t here, no, if I had made even one mistake in this dungeon master life. . .

That could have been me over there.

Thinking that, my trauma throbbed and I broke out in a cold sweat.

Let’s drink some water and calm down.

I put water in a magic tool cup and drank it all at once.


I calmed down.

After calming down, I opened the monitor again.

The surveillance target was not the goblin’s pleasure party, but the three who had escaped.

Apparently, they had already passed through the first floor maze after that and were now entering the entrance to the second floor.

Why are they moving forward?

They should go back.

Are they stupid?

Are they going to die?

And as previously set, the menu alarm sounded with the appearance of intruders on the second floor.

While canceling it, I gave orders to the golem unit, which had increased considerably.

Now, it’s time to work.

🔹𝙰𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜.𝚌𝚘𝚖 ― 𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 “𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚍𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚊p𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜🔹


What the hell is going on?

How did things end up like this?

What did I do?

“Ugh. . .Cough! Cough!”

Unable to withstand the poison ravaging her body, Clara coughs up blood.

Ana tries to cast a recovery spell on Clara.

What is this idiot doing?


“. . .Okay.”

Under the command of the slave crest, Ana stops casting the spell she was about to use.


What’s the point of using valuable MP to help Clara, who is not very useful in this situation?

That MP should be saved to help me!

“Damn it!”

In frustration, I punched the rock wall.

It only caused the wall to crumble a little, and didn’t solve anything.

The poisonous mist that had been floating throughout the cave without us realizing it.

Because of this, I feel extremely unwell, and my head is spinning, making it difficult to think clearly.

With my brain not functioning properly, I recall the events that led me to this point.

Why did things end up like this?

At first, it was just a request from the adventurer’s guild.

As the strongest adventurer in Bordeaux and the only true equipment user, I received a special request from the guild.

It was said that a man who had been active as a skilled adventurer had disappeared after going to search for a party of newcomers who had not returned to Maya Village.

He was probably dead.

Although I wasn’t interested in the story, I couldn’t refuse the request.

The missing adventurer was highly valued by the guild for his skills, and it was said that only I, as a true equipment user, could deal with whoever could kill him.

It was just the right opportunity to shut up the idiots who called me a coward and a fool for running away from the battle with the Demon Lord, so I took on this request.

The request is to search for missing adventurers, investigate and possibly eliminate the cause of their disappearance.

Since it seemed like it would be a long journey, I brought along the slaves I purchased as sex slaves.

I didn’t want to leave them in the village and have them touched by the villagers, so I brought them along for the investigation as well.

Fortunately, Hannah is a former novice adventurer who fell into debt.

I bought her just by looking at her face, but she should be useful in battle as well.

Ana seems to have read a magic book somewhere, as she could use simple healing magic even before I bought her.

She can serve as a substitute for healing potions.

Clara is. . .well, a baggage carrier.

So, with the three of them in tow, we were exploring the forest near Maya Village when we found the entrance to this cave.

As part of the investigation, I stepped inside without any particular hesitation.

Little did I know that it was the entrance to hell.

There were goblins in the cave.

They were easy opponents, even for a novice adventurer like me.

As I killed them without a second thought and moved forward. . .there was a group of goblins centered around a particularly large goblin.

The goblin, who seemed to be the boss of the group, was incredibly strong.

Even I couldn’t handle him without using the real equipment.

I was convinced that he was the one who killed the missing adventurer.

However, even then, I had room to spare.

If I used my true equipment, I wouldn’t lose.

My true equipment, Achilles, is invincible.

That’s what I thought.

However, that goblin was more tenacious than expected, and with the other goblins around, I was pushed into a situation where my MP could run out and I could be defeated if I continued.

I don’t think it was a wrong decision to choose to escape there.

Adventurers are a species that exist to survive.

As a result, I ended up using my favorite slave, Hannah, as bait, but I survived.

It’s a shame that I can no longer taste the pleasure of subduing that rebellious girl, but there are plenty of replacements for a sex slave.

I’ll just buy another similar slave.

Now, I have to return to the guild and report the information about that goblin and complete the request.

Thinking so, I was moving through the cave aiming for the exit, but at some point, a poisonous mist began to drift.

Perhaps it was a mistake to go down that slope.

It was a decision to avoid encountering those goblins again, but was it a failure?

Even if I want to go back, my mapping is messed up because I ran around when escaping from the goblins.

I have no choice but to move forward.

Eventually, not only the poisonous mist but also the poison liquid began to rain down, and traps that seemed to be smeared with poison began to appear.

Moreover, even golems started attacking.

That’s when I finally realized.

This cave was a dungeon disguised as a cave.

However, it was too late when I realized it.

First of all, Clara died after being attacked by a golem.

It was the result of me abandoning her because I had no power to help her.

I have no regrets about that decision.

And then, Ana died.

It was a natural result because I prioritized my own recovery over hers.

With no baggage carrier, I was forced to move forward in the pitch-black cave, illuminating it with the lantern I held in my hand.

In the meantime, the detoxification potion ran out.

I didn’t expect this situation, and I only had a little bit to begin with.

There’s nothing I can do.

In order to somehow deal with the decreasing HP due to poison, I decided to keep Achilles manifested at all times.

With this, the automatic HP recovery can sufficiently offset the damage.

However, I can’t completely prevent the deterioration of my physical condition due to the poison.

I’ve been constantly attacked by headaches and nausea.

I feel like I’m going crazy.

And finally, I ran out of MP potions.

With this, I can’t replenish the MP consumed by Achilles.

I do have the MP auto recovery skill, but the recovery amount is far from enough.

“Am I going to die. . .?”

Am I going to die here?

A genius called the true equipment user, me.

In a place like this.

Unable to do anything.

Without anyone knowing.

Despair attacks my heart.

But it seems that God and the goddess haven’t abandoned me yet.

When my remaining MP was less than half, it appeared in front of me.

“A door. . .?”

In front of my weakened eyes was a large, old-fashioned door. 

With a desperate feeling, I opened the door.

There was a female swordsman dressed in jet-black armor.

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  1. Cruelsanto says:

    “since it seemed like it would be a long journey, I brought along the slaves I purchased as sex slaves” Bro it was literally a half day away from the city!

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