Chapter 955 – 955. Rainbow Fruit
The old woman stammered as she spoke about the rainbow fruit.
The rainbow fruit, as its name suggests, is a fruit made of rainbow colors.
A long, long time ago, there was a tyrannical king. He killed his vassals, raped women, and waged wars. One day, a farmer presented him with a rainbow fruit. The king, moved by its exquisite taste, wept, faced his sins, and burned himself to death.
“Rainbow fruit! Its taste must be heavenly!”
The old woman said, her voice rising with fervor at the end. Seeing her like this even in this situation, she was clearly a problematic old woman.
I stepped on her head again. The old woman, regaining her senses, trembled.
“Old woman, so where is this rainbow fruit?”
“It, it’s on a mountain where rainbows appear.”
“Where is this mountain where rainbows appear?”
“W, well, you can only know when a rainbow appears.”
“……”
She didn’t know exactly where it was. Things weren’t going to be easy. I looked around. I widened my view. There were three things visible: the sky, the fields, and the mountains.
‘There are so many mountains. I just glanced around and saw over ten. Do I have to search all of them?’
Just thinking about it was dreadful. It would be a huge waste of time.
‘Giving up right away is not an option… Three days. I’ll try for just three days, and if it doesn’t work out, I’ll escape the dungeon.’
Staying in the dungeon any longer would be a huge loss. I shouldn’t forget that my goal is to quickly achieve results. There’s no reason why I absolutely have to conquer this dungeon.
“You little rascal! Hans!! What are you doing to your mother!! Get your foot off her!!”
A shout came from behind. I turned my head slightly and saw an old man running towards me with a stick.
“Who is that old geezer?”
“He, he is your father. No, he is Hans-nim’s father!”
The old woman said.
It was obvious, but they weren’t my parents. They were just thinking of me as their son. This dungeon was crazy.
“You! I didn’t raise you to be such an unfilial son!”
The old man swung the stick at me. He was quite muscular for an old man. Muscles built from working in the fields. But it was still only at the level of an ordinary person.
Thud.
I grabbed the stick and snatched it away. The old man’s eyes widened.
I spun the stick in my hand, and the old man, feeling threatened, took a step back.
“Ha, Hans! I, I am your father!”
“I’m not your son.”
“Kuh-uh-uh-uh!”
Screams and the sound of a beating mingled.
I didn’t kill the old couple. I suspected they might be monsters, but they could at least talk. There was information to be gleaned.
“Who am I?”
“Hans… No, you are someone other than Hans.”
The old woman said, tears welling up in her eyes. The old man, having been beaten by me, couldn’t even meet my gaze.
“That’s right. I’m someone else. Tell me about Hans.”
“Hans is…”
According to the old woman, Hans was a 40-year-old bachelor tenant farmer. The reason Hans hadn’t married at that age was because his family was poor and he was ugly. No one in this village was rich, but Hans’s family was particularly poor because they were in debt to the lord.
“40 years old? My face is 40 years old? Are you kidding me? Where does this supple skin look 40 years old!”
“Y-yes, yes. You are not 40 years old. Not at all…”
The old woman said without even looking at my face. She even trailed off at the end.
I narrowed my eyes. It seemed they saw me as Hans, the 40-year-old tenant farmer. I roughly grasped the situation. There was little information to be gained from them. I crossed the field towards the shabby house at the end.
The old couple quietly followed behind me.
I rummaged through the house, looking for anything of value. I didn’t know much about this dungeon, but since there were people and signs of civilization, having money would be a great help.
But it seemed the claim of poverty wasn’t a lie. There was almost no money. Just a few iron coins. Everything was old, and there was nothing of value. Moreover, there were chickens clucking and wandering around in one corner of the house. There was no boundary between the chicken coop and the room.
“Oh, Hans! No!”
“That’s all our savings! Hans, please! Get a grip!”
The old couple grabbed my legs. Annoyance surged. I was about to raise my hand to kill them when a sculpture on the wall caught my eye.
Five rotating water droplets. It was a sculpture that seemed meaningful. The water droplets looked like eyes at first glance.
‘A creepy sculpture.’
I turned my gaze away and swung my legs. The old couple’s bodies flew and hit the wall. The old couple who fell to the floor didn’t move. They seemed to be dead.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the corpses for a moment. It was strange how easily they died.
‘I thought they might be monsters… Were they really people?’
Of course, they wouldn’t be ordinary people. This was a dungeon, after all. Moreover, they recognized me as Hans until the very end.
Even if they were real people, I would have killed them without hesitation. This wasn’t Earth, it was a dungeon. There was nothing for me to lose.
I went outside.
‘If there are other people… I need to get information about the rainbow fruit.’
Where should I go? I looked around. There were old, dilapidated houses scattered around. They were the homes of tenant farmers like me. But none were as old and small as Hans’s house.
‘The old woman said they were in debt to the lord, right? That means there’s a lord… I need to find out where the city is. Tsk. I should have asked more before killing them.’
I went into another house. There was no one there, probably out working.
Like a hero in an old game, I went around breaking pots and taking money.
‘Is there anything special?’
Actually, my goal wasn’t the money, but special items from the dungeon. If it was money, it wouldn’t be difficult to bring gold bars from the Yuhee World. In a world with civilization, gold is always right.
‘You never know. The rainbow fruit might be nearby.’
While rummaging, I found a familiar ornament. It was the sculpture I found in Hans’s house. Five rotating water droplets.
‘Is it a trend?’
Everything was old, but this was particularly clean and well-maintained. That’s why it caught my eye.
I picked up the sculpture and looked at it from all angles. There was nothing special about it.
I rummaged through other houses. No matter what else, there was always a rotating water droplet ornament.
“Hey? Hans! What are you doing in my house!”
A middle-aged man shouted at me. He had a pitchfork on his shoulder, and dirt was smeared all over his body. His eyes were fierce. He thought I was a thief. I was, in fact, a thief.
“Shut up. You’re loud.”
“Hans! What’s with that attitude! Get out of my house right now!! I’m going to tell the village chief about this!”
His eyes looked down on me. It showed how he usually thought of me… or rather, Hans. After all, Hans was a poor, 40-year-old bachelor, and an ugly tenant farmer.
“Get out! Get out, I said!”
His face, enraged, was as red as a drunkard’s. When I didn’t leave, he stomped towards me.
“Hans! I don’t know what you were trying to steal from my house… but you’ll pay the price!”
He said through gritted teeth, raised his hand, and tried to slap me. I raised my hand and grabbed his arm, twisting it.
Crack. His arm twisted in the opposite direction. White bone pierced through the skin at his elbow.
“Aaaaaaah!”
He screamed horribly and fell to the floor. I stepped on his wildly moving leg. This time, his leg was crushed.
“Aaaah! H, Hans! Save me! I, I’m sorry for getting angry…! There was a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding!”
“I told you to shut up.”
“I, I’ll shut up, so please… Keok!”
I slapped him with the same force he had tried to use on me. His head spun a couple of times. He died instantly. I stepped over his corpse and went into another house.
“…Ah. I forgot to ask where the city was.”
Well, it wasn’t a big deal.
There were many other houses besides this one. I was getting tired of raiding houses, so I headed to the house in the center of the village. It was the biggest and cleanest house in the village. It was obviously the village chief’s house. Money easily gathers to those in power.
I opened the door without knocking.
There were people inside.
An old man sitting at the table trimming vegetables, a woman cleaning the house, and a newborn baby wriggling on a cloth.
“Hans! What about your field work? What brings you here? Don’t hesitate to speak!”
The old man said while still sitting in his chair.
My gaze went to the woman cleaning. Her voluptuous figure and striking features couldn’t be hidden even by her loose clothing. A braided blonde strand was visible from under her headscarf. She was a young beauty who didn’t fit in with this rural village.
Our eyes met. She lowered her gaze as if my stare was uncomfortable.
“Hans!”
The old man was already in front of me. His face was full of anger. The title of village chief wasn’t just for show, as he had a bit of dignity.
“Are you ignoring me? Tell me what business you have in our house! You wouldn’t be here to harass Salrami, would you?!”
Salrami.
That seemed to be the woman’s name. She was too young to be his wife, so she must be his daughter-in-law.
“Chief, your daughter-in-law’s breasts are very full. I want to see if they’re as full as they look.”
“Hans, you crazy bastard!!”
The village chief shouted and swung a wooden staff next to the table at my arm. Crack! The staff broke and rolled on the floor. I was fine. I was Hans, a pathetic tenant farmer in this dungeon, but my body and mind were those of Sung Yoojin, a B-class hunter. I wasn’t an ordinary person.
“You’re being cocky.”
“Wh… What is this… Keok!”
I grabbed the village chief’s neck and threw him upwards. The village chief’s head broke through the wooden ceiling. Blood dripped down. But the village chief’s body didn’t fall. His head was stuck in the ceiling, dangling. Blood flowed down his body.
Thud.
Salrami, who had been watching the situation, collapsed to the floor. She looked at me with a terrified face. I approached her.
She didn’t run away. There was a baby sleeping soundly near me.
“Take it off.”
I pointed at the baby with my finger.
“You have to protect it. You’re a mother.”
“…Hic.”
Salrami took off her clothes while crying.
I smiled and grabbed her body. Her breasts were E-cup, and her hips were large. She had some belly fat, but it was cute. Salrami was naked. I could smell her strong body odor. She was the wife of a mere farmer, not a noblewoman, so it was natural that her hygiene wasn’t great.
It wasn’t unpleasant. It turned me on in its own way. It was like the smell of a female.
I made her spread her trembling legs. Her pubic area was covered with messy golden hair. I parted her pubic hair with my fingers. It was more prickly than soft. When I parted the hair, her bright red vagina appeared.
Her vagina, having experienced childbirth, was open and wanton. The smell of her vagina wafted up.
I touched her breasts and vagina at the same time. White milk flowed from her nipples. It was fun to touch her because milk came out every time.
Salrami flinched every time my fingers moved.
“Ugh, ugh…!”
Salrami covered her mouth with both hands, desperately trying to stop the moans that were bursting out.
‘It’s about time.’
Thick fluid came out of her vagina. I grabbed my erect penis and thrust it into her vagina. It didn’t feel like a virgin, but it felt a little tight. That’s because my penis was so big.
“Ah, ugh, ugh…!”
Salrami closed her eyes tightly and accepted me. Squish, squish. Wet sounds echoed. And soon after, the baby, who had woken up, started crying loudly.
“Haa! Stop…! Please stop now! Please…!”
She begged. I had already ejaculated four times inside her vagina. The baby, who had been crying non-stop, had also tired and fallen asleep, and the sky visible through the window was darkening.
Thump, thump.
I could hear footsteps coming this way. The footsteps were heavy. They were a man’s.
“Oh, no. Please…! Please spare my husband!”
Salrami said, tears streaming down her face. She put her hands together and begged me.
“Okay. But this time, you move.”
