Novels2Search

Chapter 2

It is said that a human being's ability to adapt to things, is quite fearsome, as demonstrated by how Lars eventually got used to the sensation of freefalling. He had continued to plummet downwards for an entire hour by now. He had stopped being scared after the first 20 minutes, which meant he had spent the next 40 or so minutes being absolutely bored out of his mind.

'Just get it over with damnit...' Lars couldn't help but think. He had been scared shitless at the start, but he eventually adapted, and now he had even grown bored of this whole affair. The long wait had even sapped all of the excitement of being sent to another world.

Lars couldn't help but be jealous of other isekai protagonists. Those guys either woke up in a different world with a body already, or wake up as a baby or something. Sometimes they even met a MILF-style goddess, or a really cool old dude that seemed like he would be the prefect person to smoke pot with. Lars had to wait for an hour, almost as if he was waiting for a dental check-up. He couldn't help but think how unfair it all was.

There was a dull flash of light, and a blue box showed up in front of his face.

ANNOUNCEMENT

The Transfer is in progress.

Please wait...

'Yeah, sure I'll wait. I don't have any other options here, do I? Also they don't have to send an announcement every 5 minutes...' Lars thought. He then willed the blue box to disappear, and it actually did, as if following his mental command. Lars had a lot of time to kill while waiting for him to reach the ground... or whatever place he was supposed to reach. So he had tried a bunch of things, and discovered that he could actually make the blue boxes dissipate with a single thought.

Lars also found out that he could actually manipulate some sort of invisible settings bar to change their color, and even their size. He could also make them so transparent, that only the text could be seen. Since he knew it would hinder his vision if the blue boxes didn't have any transparency at all, he increased it, just to the extent that he could still see the things behind the box quite clearly. He could also reread the past blue boxes that appeared, like the various announcements and messages that was sent to him before the freefalling started.

Lars inwardly praised the customer service the blue box offered.

'Now if only this blasted waiting could end...' Lars complained in his thoughts again. He knew complaining and bitching about it didn't really help, but he didn't have anything else to do. He had ran out of ideas to test out with the blue boxes, and he really was very bored. Bitching and complaining was really the only other thing he could do to entertain himself, plus it made him feel better for some reason. 'I guess that's just human nature.'

After around five more minutes, there was another dull flash of light, and as expected, a semi-transparent blue box appeared. Lars half expected it to just be the same as last time, and was about to will it to disappear, but he quickly stopped himself when he noticed that the text was different this time.

ANNOUNCEMENT

The Transfer is complete.

Player ID: [Lars Cromwell] has arrived in Hall #07921220567106, ID: [Gravidia]

Performing Reality Modification to Hall ID: [Gravidia]

Downloading Dungeon Resources...

"OH!" Halfway into reading the text in the box, Lars exclaimed in joy. It seemed he'd finally arrived. But then, he read the rest of it, and his mood plummeted again.

'Seems like I have to wait some more...' Lars lamented his fate. But again, there was nothing else he could do. While Lars was contemplating making an imaginary friend to talk to, there was a bright flash of light, and the text in the box changed again.

ANNOUNCEMENT

Download Complete.

Performing Soul Transfer to Dungeon Avatar: [Lars Cromwell]

'Wow.' Lars remarked inwardly. Why the hell is modifying reality itself faster than my being sent here? Is this Gravidia place really that far from where I was?'

While Lars was stewing in his thoughts, he abruptly stopped falling, and remained suspended in mid air.

There was a another flash of light and two boxes appeared, a big one, and a really smaller one above it.

ANNOUNCEMENT

Player ID: [Lars Cromwell]

Please Verify - Is this your Avatar?

[YES] [NO]

Name: Lars Cromwell

Race: Godkin (Human Variant)

Sex : Male

Title: The Undefeated DM, The Arch Sage, No-life Gamer, (...)

Unique Class: [Arch Sage]

{Job Classes}

[Sorcerer S+]

[Warlock A]

[Alchemist S+]

[Runemaster S+]

[Commander D]

{Special Abilities}

[Dungeon Management]

[Territory Management]

[Sage Eyes]

[The Root of Magic(Original)]

[Armaments of the Diseased(Shared)]

Might: E Intelligence: C Leadership: F Magic: S+ Charisma: A Politics: F

"Haha, if I answer honestly, do I get a Golden Avatar and a Silver Avatar in exchange for my old one?" Lars joked to himself. For some reason the way the box phrased that question reminded him of that one story about the lumberjack who dropped his axe in a lake.

In any case, Lars examined the Character sheet in front of him, and immediately confirmed that it was his. There was a bunch of information missing from it, like his Dungeon Ranking, his Main Server of Activity and some other stuff, but those were all information that would be relevant if it was still a game. He was actually glad that they were removed, since it made his Character sheet neater to look at, although it looked a little too lacking.

'Oh, God. Look at those Leadership and Politics stats.' Lars scrunched his face in disgust as he looked at it. He had focused all his time on crafting stuff to chuck in the cauldron, and only really had time to train up his Magical Combat-related Jobs. His [Commander] job had only reached D-grade because of the incredibly large amount of battles that he participated in, even though he was so crappy at micromanaging troops. 'I-it's because it's so convenient to just leave it to my Heroes! That's why I ended up sucking so much! I can do it if I try!' Lars inwardly made excuses to no-one in particular. As for the Might stat which was a comprehensive Physical Ability stat, Lars was a pure rearguard mage type, so he didn't care about that at all. 'Although, now that I'm actually living in a fantasy world, I kinda wanna try swinging swords around.'

After admiring his character sheet for a bit, Lars selected [YES]. He extended his hand forward, and tried to tap the [YES] button, but his finger just went straight through. He tried a few more times, and even tried to touch the button with his tongue. After that didn't work, Lars took out his privates, and used it, with great difficulty, to tap the [YES] button but it still didn't work. He tried a few more things, until he finally realized that he probably had to will the box to select the [YES] button. As soon as he thought about it, the button lit up, and all the blue boxes disappeared from his vision.

Lars could feel his face reddening a bit from embarrassment. Maybe it was due to him being really excited by getting isekai'd, because he was a bit dumber than usual right now. 'Damn, I'm glad nobody was around to see me act like a moron.' Lars breathed a sigh of relief. Then he had an amusing thought. 'Haha, if I was a novel's protagonist, I sure hope the author doesn't include that part in the story.' Lars chuckled to himself.

After a few seconds, there was a dull flash of light, and another blue box appeared in front of him again. However, this time it was accompanied by the distortion of space all around Lars.

ANNOUNCEMENT

All preparations are complete.

Soul Transfer shall commence after a moment.

'Oh, it's gonna start!' Lars excitedly thought. 'I wonder how they're gonna do it? Do I just get magicked there? Or do I do the falling thing again?'

While he was musing, Lars suddenly felt a large impact on the back of his head. Then he felt his consciousness slowly fade away.

'Oh, so they're going to knock me ou--' Lars didn't even complete his thought before he lost consciousness.

*****

Unknown to Lars, the blue box didn't disappear even after he was knocked out. It flickered momentarily, and the text changed again.

ANNOUNCEMENT

Subject has been neutralized.

Beginning [Unique Class] and [Job Classes]s knowledge infusion...

ANNOUNCEMENT

Infusion Complete.

Resuming Soul Transfer.

*****

"Ugh..." Lars grunted as he woke up. He then rubbed the back of his head, while complaining inwardly. 'Geez, it hurts. Couldn't they have gone a little easier on me? I'm already not that smart, what if that hit turned me into an idiot?'

He felt quite dizzy, and for some reason he found it difficult to gather his thoughts. Lars decided to not think about anything, since his brain obviously didn't want to do that right now.

Lars was quite good at not thinking about anything.

After an unknown amount of time, Lars finally felt the dizziness start to subside. After a minute, he felt like a normal human being again. Then he started realizing that he somehow knew a whole bunch of stuff about magic and crafting.

'Oh, god. Did they mess with my brain?' Lars thought. But then he decided to shrug it off. After all, if the so called Upper Management that had decided to supposedly isekai him really wanted to do him harm, they would have had plenty of opportunity while he was sleeping. They didn't have to go through that whole charade with the blue boxes.

'By the way, where the hell am I...?' Lars wondered as he observed his surroundings. He was sitting on a throne inside a... well, a throne room. The walls of the throne room were made out of some kind of ivory-like stone that looked a lot like marble, except for the fact that there were swirling cloud-like patters all over them. There were 6 large pillars set in intervals along the walls, 3 on each side, leading from the throne to the large door at the end of the hall. The throne room's floor looked like it was made from the night sky, with thousands of glimmering dots of light all over it. From time to time, there was what seemed like a pulse that would travel across the entire throne room, revealing the runes that were engraved in each and every inch of it, as if warning anyone who entered that they were at the mercy of the throne room's master.

Lars had never been to this place before, but he knew where he was instantly.

'It's my [Throne Room].] Lars admired, He had spent a painstaking amount of time gathering the materials to create this room. The Nightsky Marble used to construct the floor, the Tempest Cloudstone for the walls, and those pillars. Lars looked at them lovingly. Those pillars were actually a set of golems that he spent 3 months worth of salary to make plus the super essence that he had stockpiled for 2 years. 'I've never even used the fuckers but they cost me so much.' Lars' stomach felt pained every time he remembered it, but the golems looked like super robots, so he could let it pass. Super Robots were cool after all. Having them was way better than not having them.

'I wonder what they would be like in person.' Lars imagined. The pillars were massive. After being given a command, they would morph into golems with multiple times the might of a normal unit with S+ might. They weren't even recognized as units. The golems were considered Dungeon Structures. That said, they had a huge drawback.

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'I can't really just tell them to transform for nothing, though.' Lars bit his lips with reluctance. 'They use up so much manatite crystals every time they're activated after all! I don't have the heart to just spend that much just to test them out.'

Lars pulled his eyes away from the pillars. He would just have to hope for a day that some powerful people actually make it to the [Throne Room], that way, he would have a reason to crush them with his golems.

While contemplating whether it was really wise to spend so much just to buy something that would use up a crap ton of resources to use, while not even seeing much use at all, Lars finally noticed that he wasn't actually alone in the throne room.

His throne actually had two smaller ones on each side right next to it. There was a woman with purple-tinted black hair sitting to his right and a woman with platinum-silver colored hair sitting to his left. There was a tall middle-aged looking knight in black full-plate armor standing as straight as a sword diagonally in front of him to his right. There was also a large, black-furred wolf-like creature lying down on the floor directly in front of Lars' throne. Lastly, although Lars couldn't see it with his naked eye, he could see a clump of magic shaped like a person hiding inside the shadow of one of the pillars closest to the left side of the throne.

"My lord, have you recovered?" The middle-aged knight asked worriedly.

"Mm. I'm alright now." Lars answered. He looked at the knight, scrutinizing him for a bit. The knight stood at about 190cm. The knight didn't have a helmet on at the moment, but the rest of his well-built body was encased in black, metallic plate armor. He was obviously wearing a doublet underneath, since all his joints were protected by chainmail. His head, the only part of his body that could be seen, was topped with a head full of greyish white hair. The knight's features revealed that he was middle aged, however one could still tell that he'd been quite a lady-killer when he was younger. Although he would still be able to kill some ladies with his current looks. "You're Gilliam, right?"

The knight, Gilliam, nodded. "Indeed. This humble one greets his lord." Gilliam said, as he took a knee where he stood and lowered his head.

'Wow. I don't know why but he looks really cool while he's doing that.' Lars remarked while admiring the dignity that Gilliam was radiating. Lars nodded his head, then said, "You don't have to do that Gilliam, please rise."

"Understood." Gilliam replied then stood up. He returned to standing up, straight as an arrow just like he did a while ago. While Lars was inwardly thinking how cool real knights were when you met them in person, he suddenly felt his right arm be enveloped by an incredibly soft and pleasant feeling while his nose was assaulted by a fragrance that made his heart start beating rapidly for some reason.

Lars hadn't noticed when she left her seat, but the woman to his right was now squeezed into the throne Lars was sitting on. The throne was quite large, however it still wasn't built with the purpose of two people sitting on it side by side, so with the woman squeezed in, it was inevitable that certain parts of their bodies would touch the other's.

In other words, Lars' entire arm was being enveloped by the woman's incredibly soft body as she snuggled up to him.

'W-woah... Aren't they just as big as Amber's...?' Lars couldn't help but eye the woman's bosom. It was quite difficult not to do so, seeing as it was being pressed quite close to his face. Lars couldn't tell what the woman looked like at the moment, since his eyes were currently occupied, but the woman was wearing a tight-fitting black dress that wrapped around her body and limbs. Even though it didn't really reveal much skin, it did nothing to hide the woman's explosive curves. In any case, Lars had never seen a body that suited his tastes as much as this one. It was thin and tight where he wanted a woman's body to be thin and tight, and the areas he wanted to be filled out were filled out. Lars couldn't help but be suspicious that someone had invaded his brain, pulled out all his preference to a woman's body type, and then make an actual person with the same specs.

"Oh? Master, my eyes are up here, but I'm okay even if you want to keep looking.♥" The woman's sultry voice invaded Lars' mind, and he felt his heart beat even faster. He felt blood rushing into both of his heads, and he really wanted to just push this woman down and have his way with her, the surrounding visitors be damned. Lars met the woman's eyes, and he saw a pair of beautiful glowing pink eyes giving him a look that Lars was familiar with. Lars called it the 'Fuck-me eyes'. It was the kind of look that women gave Lars when they were ready to just get down and dirty with him. If he had told anybody about this, they would have said that he was talking out of his ass, but Lars had a 100% success rate of sleeping with the women who gave looked at him with 'Fuck-me eyes'. Right now, this woman nestling up to him as if she wanted to become part of his body was giving him the mother of all 'Fuck-me eyes'. In fact, instead of 'Fuck-me eyes', Lars felt like the woman was looking at him with 'I'm-going-to-fuck-the-hell-out-of-you eyes'. Lars couldn't help but think that he was being looked at like he was a piece of meat. Lars had never been looked at that way before. He even wondered if this was what it meant to be objectified.

But none of that mattered to Lars right now. He just wanted to do nasty things with this woman as soon as possible. He didn't care if he was being objectified or whatever, he'd never felt so much desire in his life before and he was going to unleash it on this woman, who seemed to be very willing to receive it.

The woman smiled brightly when she saw the desire in Lars' eyes. She brought her face close to his ear and whispered seductively, "You can do whatever you want.♥"

That was the last straw, Lars was just about to stand up and push this woman onto the floor but a sudden flash of light blinded Lars momentarily. After the light dissipated, the overwhelming lust that he felt was gone with it. Lars felt somewhat empty, maybe even a little blue-balled, but he felt his rapidly beating heart calm down instantly.

You have been infused with a Primal Celestial's Sacred Energy!

Special Status Effect: [Lust] has been purified.

You are temporarily Impervious to status effects for 24 hours.

"You bitch! You actually dare to attack the Master!" A melodic voice spoke from somewhere to Lars' left, then there was another flash of light, and the woman in black that had been latching onto him disappeared. Instead, there was now a silver-haired beauty wearing a flowing white gown holding a longsword. What's more, the new woman had a pair of wings behind her. Black colored wings that were so dark it made one feel as if one was staring at the abyss. The beautiful, winged woman was glaring at the area behind Lars.

"Attack? That's such a strong word. I was just helping him release some... stress." A sultry voice spoke from behind Lars. Lars turned around and looked at her, only to be surprised by how pretty she was. The woman felt Lar's gaze, and smiled at him. "Besides, Master seems to like me a lot. And I like master a lot. What's the harm with a bit of magic to make things progress smoother?"

"I won't stand for your sophistry, demon!" The platinum haired woman declared, then her longsword started glowing with a pale golden light. Her wings twitched and countless feathers were spread out floating all around the throne room. All the feathers then transformed into orbs of golden light, then further changed shape to what looked like arrowheads. "Get away from the Master!"

"Hah!" The woman behind Lars' throne scoffed. Then she looked at the silver haired woman with a mocking sneer. "Did you hit your head when you fell? Did you forget that I'm the strongest duelist here?" The woman then pulled out a thin black rapier from thin air. The rapier then glowed with reddish light, then a purplish light was added to it. The two different colored lights didn't conflict with each other at all, and instead seemed to be mixing together. The two lights rapidly spun swirled around the rapier's blade, and eventually fully fused, making the rapier glow brilliantly in a beautiful mix of red and purple.

'It looks like a lightsaber.' Lars thought inwardly. It was the easiest way to describe what it looked like. 'Well, minus the woong woong sounds.'

The Special Domain-Type Ability [Shroud of Ancient Nightmares] has been activated.

The Queen of Mares has declared her presence!

Immunity to Mental Attacks, Illusions, Special Status Effects and Status Effects have a chance of being nullified!

Your mind will be constantly under attack!

! The Queen of Mares has exempted you from it's effects. !

Watching the two women, that seemed about ready to murder each other, Lars clapped his hands and said, "Alright, break it up you two. Lillian. Zeyziel."

"Yes, master~!♪" The purple-tinted black haired woman, Lillian, replied casually in a singsong voice. She then released the tension in her body, then made the rapier disappear.

The Special Domain-Type Ability [Shroud of Ancient Nightmares] has been deactivated.

And it also seems like she dispelled her Domain.

"Understood, master." The platinum-silver haired woman, Zeyziel, replied respectfully. She also made her longsword disappear, and shortly after her black wings and the arrowheads of light dissipated into nothingness as well.

Lars nodded, but inwardly he heaved a sigh of relief. He was feigning calm, but really, he his back was filled with cold sweat.

Lars had confidence in his Avatar's ability as a rearguard damage dealer, and although he did have multiple countermeasures for when a melee fighter got close, he still absolutely believed that any one of his heroes could defeat him easily. After he obtained the [Arch Sage] Unique Class, Lars was fully set as a backline damage dealer. He tried to improve his [Warlock] job on the side, but his main focus was in crafting jobs like [Alchemist] and [Runemaster]. Even after he maxed out the two crafting jobs, he spent most of his time crafting, so that he could chuck the stuff he made in the cauldron to obtain super essence. He did not make any conscious effort to improve his power, opting to instead develop his Dungeon.

Although Lars had confidence in his Avatar's abilities, his heroes were just too monstrous. Lillian was a duelist type hero that could inflict various debuffs even if you had immunity to everything. She also had various offensive spells and a large mana capacity, so really, she could fight from any distance. Lars still remembered the time when Lillian was an enemy; Lars had thought that she was a mage type, so he had warped Gilliam behind her, only for Gilliam to get absolutely wrecked. All his attacks would whiff, while all of Lillian's attacks would crit. If Gilliam hadn't tanked Lillian barely long enough for Lars to cast [Reality Shackles] on her, they would have been wiped.

As for Zeyziel, even if she was a Tank/Utility type hero, she was still stupidly strong and had multiple immunities and resistances because of her race.

Lars had absolutely no chance of stopping a fight between these two had they not obeyed him. Luckily, it seemed that they respected him to a certain extent.

Lars just decided to temporarily not think about the fact that one of his supposedly loyal heroes had tried to seduce him with magic moments after they met. His future self would have to take care of that problem somehow.

Lars then turned to look to his left, where the large, black-furred wolf-like beast sat, while looking down on the others in the room. The beast had previously been laying lazily on the floor in front of Lars' throne. It seemed like he moved away from there so that he could give the two ladies some room to kill each other. The beast was massive, towering at a bit over 4 meters while sitting down. It had its chest puffed out and its snout raised at an angle so that it could look down on the others even better.

"Nox, come." Lars called out to the beast, while patting his lap. The large, black-furred wolf-like beast, Nox, looked at Lars, raised one of its brows and snorted pompously.

'W-what's with this guy... he's kinda pissing me off' Lars couldn't help but think.

Contrary to his arrogant actions, Nox stood up (which ended up making him appear shorter), then disappeared in a puff of thick smoke. Lars then felt something plop down on his lap. It was what looked like a black-furred wolf pup. Nox, in his alternate form, curled up lazily atop Lars' lap, while looking at him as if egging him on.

'This bastard's a tsundere!' Lars exclaimed inwardly. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He started stroking the tiny Nox's fur, causing the pup to close his eyes in satisfaction.

Lars then turned his eyes to the humanoid clump of magic hiding in one of the pillars' shadow. "Azkal, show yourself."

"... This humble one obeys." A dry and raspy voice called out from somewhere closer to Lars than he'd expected. Before Lars even noticed, the clump of magic that was hiding had disappeared, even though he had just been staring at it. But Lars knew that the voice belonged to an Assassin-type hero, so it was par for the course. He looked at where the voice came from, and found a hooded figure there.

The hooded figure, Azkal, was the last of his five heroes. He was also the only hero that Lars had won from the [Gacha]. It couldn't be seen, since the man was wearing a hood that seemed to shroud his entire face in darkness, but Azkal was from a race known as Shadow Elves. He was a Shadow Elf Assassin. To be precise, Azkal was a Shadow Elf with the [Drow Shadowrunner] Unique Class.

Lars really liked Azkal. Lars, just like most people who took an interest in fantasy, had an edgy side. And Azkal was the embodiment of edginess. He was an assassin for crying out loud. He even had a race with 'Shadow' in its name. There were probably more edgy [Heroic] units than Azkal, but Lars liked him because he didn't take it too far.

'According to Dungeon Invasion's lore, Shadow elves have pale gray skin, and the whites of their eyes are black. Their irises are pretty much always constantly letting out a blue light.' Lars recalled. He looked at Azkal's appearance in comparison. Azkal around 170cm tall and was wearing dark colored clothes that fit tightly to his figure and covered his entire body, even his hands. He had multiple belts and straps to keep the ensemble in place. His physique wasn't burly like Gilliam, but rather, it more similar to a predator's, lithe and limber. To top it off, he wore a dark blue hooded mantle that reached down to around his elbows.

"Why were you hiding? We weren't under attack were we?" Lars asked. He had always imagined that Azkal had an edgy personality, saying things that would make people cringe nonstop. Lars was very curious what type of personality the real Azkal had.

"..." Azkal just stood there in silence.

"...?" Lars tilted his head in confusion. He wondered if Azkal had not heard him properly.

Zeyziel spoke up at this moment, "Azkal, the master has asked you a question. Do not let your personality hinder you from showing proper respect. Come here and pay him some proper respect."

Lillian also spoke from the side. "Forgive him, master. He's a bit..." Lillian trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence.

'Huh, what are these two talking about...?' Lars' was getting more and more confused.

"..." Azkal who had been standing still, started walking slowly. Lars just watched him get closer and closer, wondering what in the world was happening.

Once Azkal had gotten close enough, he spoke in a voice that seemed to be incredibly embarrassed. "I-it's because meeting new people makes me anxious..."

"..." Lars just stared at Azkal in utter shock, his mouth agape. He couldn't have been more wrong about Azkal's personality it seemed!

"You have to stop being like this, Azkal. You are one of the five Heroes of the Unconquerable Dungeon. You have to be dignified." Zeyziel scolded lightly from the side.

"Oh he's fine~. Don't force him." Lillian piped in lazily from the side. She then looked at Zeyziel with disgust. "You're so old fashioned. Is that why you fell?"

Zeyziel's cheeks twitched in anger, she glared at Lillian. "At least I didn't have daddy issues worse enough that I embroiled an entire continent in war."

Lillian eyes turned cold at Zeyziel's retort. "Hah. You're really gonna bring that up. That was ages ago."

"Like hell it is. It hasn't even been half a decade since then."

"Yes, that would normally be considered 'ages ago' by most people. I suppose for an angel that's lived for centuries, a few years would be quite a short time. Grandma, tell me again, how old are you?" Lillian mockingly sneered.

"Whore!" Zeyziel spat, completely disregarding the dignity she had just talked about.

"D-don't call me a whore!" Lillian stammered. She then looked at Lars pleadingly. "Master, don't believe her! I may have seduced countless men but I never even let them touch me! I'm completely pure! You have to believe me! I can even prove it to you right now!"

'D-don't try to pull me into your squabbling... also, what the hell, don't just casually invite me in front of everyone like that!' Lars inwardly complained. He just opted to smile wryly at the flustered Lillian.

"Shameless!" Zeyziel spat out again. "Actually using this as an opportunity to seduce master... after what you did a while ago, you still have the face to try!?"

"At least I'm not a closet pervert! You're just jealous of me since I have the boldness to express my desires." Lillian retorted back. "Your just a beta female who can't make a move on your own!"

"B-beta female...!?!? What in the world is that even supposed to mean! Stop making up words!"

"It isn't a made up word! The people from master's world were using these words all the time! You just weren't paying attention cuz you were too busy being stuck in the old ways!"

"Ghh... Slut!"

"Wh-- traitor!"

"Bat-winged bitch!"

"How does a person with wings even fall! Are you that bad at flying?!"

"Who's even heard of a virgin Succubus!"

"Chicken Wings!"

"Cow tits!"

And just like that, the two started a childlike argument that completely trampled on any dignity and gravitas that the title of 'Hero of the Unconquerable Dungeon' possessed. Lars looked at the Hero who had tried to ensnare him moments after he arrive, at the Hero who was now squabbling with the former, the tsundere Hero on his lap that seemed to act conceited by default, the assassin Hero that he thought would have either a cool or an edgy personality but instead had social anxiety and finally Lars looked at the only Hero, that didn't seem to have any problems.

Lars looked at Gilliam, the first Hero he ever obtained, with hope.

'You're gonna have to help me out a lot buddy...'

Just a few minutes after arriving in another world, Lars' head was hurting in a different way than when he just arrived. The easy life that he thought he would have may not be as easy as he thought.