The dungeon didn’t immediately disappear. But I did have the feeling it was about to die.

Why?

The core. It had some fun memories. Memories of how it sprung up out of nowhere and started producing mana dense regions within itself. The dungeon was a product of its mana and abilities. However, how that worked, the gem thing didn’t know. And since it didn’t know, I didn’t either.

But I could instinctively tell this place was about to fall flat on its face.

Maybe I could have done something about it. But I didn’t have remotely enough MP to even give a fuck.

We moved up and picked up our friends on the eight floor. There was about twenty or so humans and carrying them all seemed like a drag for my human body so I switched over to a goblin one. The dungeon was shaking and shivering every now and then, and all the monsters were actually running up, so there weren’t any humans around. Which meant, I didn’t have any issues being a king goblin and carrying these humans. It was probably better to absorb them whole but that would mean I was going to be stuck in this ‘memory’s all funky’ phase for a while longer which I wanted nothing to do with.

The king goblins on the seventh floor were gone and the almost the whole dungeon was empty.

Shake!

Like an earthquake!

“Feels like the whole place is about to break down,” Sen said.

“Probably will,” I said. “Let’s hurry.”

“Right!”

They were carrying two bodies each, like potato sacks. While I was carrying the rest like a boulder. A boulder of dead and alive mangled humans. A broken bone or two didn’t matter as long as they were going to live, and they could be fixed up with potions and a bit of rest and healing magic anyway.

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So, let’s go!

Even the first damn floor was empty. There were corpses everywhere though. Of both humans and monster. People had lots of fun today.

Just moments before actually going out, I switched back to my girl form, spread my fingers out like a net and dragged the mangled boulder out through the front entrance. It was big enough for the boulder to almost pass. Almost… because some of the damn corpses got stuck, Sen had to kick them out.

Bodily fluids went everywhere.

Not a pleasing sight for our audience but hey, at least they were out.

The dungeon slowly turned to dust and broke down literally seconds later. Almost like it was waiting for us to get out or something.

There was a hole below now, filled with nothing but dust.

“Alright folks,” I said. “Grab a corpse and let’s head back.”

“Are they… are they all dead?” One of them said. A big guy, with a scar on his bald head.

“Some should be alive,” I said.

“Why did you have to kill them!” One of them cursed.

“How rude!” Sen howled. “They were dying and we rescued them!”

Obviously, that didn’t stop the adventurers from suspecting us but some of the corpses actually vouched for us with mumbles and cries. Weird. Doesn’t that mean some saw me turn into-

Well, I wouldn’t be staying here that long. And even if people knew I could turn into a monster, they probably couldn’t do anything more. I was quite strong now and I could just become stronger and fuck anything that tried to fuck with me. No, let’s not get too hasty now. You’ve only been here for about week.

Anyway, the adventurers spared all the potions they could and we headed back to the city with the injured.

There were monster corpses everywhere. Apparently, although they escaped the decaying dungeon, they couldn’t escape death. The moment they stepped out of the dungeon’s mana rich environment, their bodies started deteriorating and they died. If they’d acclimated to the environment outside for days on end, they could have avoided this, but they didn’t have that luxury.

Now granted, some strong monsters were bound to make it even with this kind of a crisis but that wasn’t my problem.

We made it back to the city, reported everything to the guild and my job was complete. I was given 100 Gold for conquering the dungeon and 50 Gold for saving a lot of lives. Considering I’d killed way more just a few days prior, this felt more like they gave me the money just to give me the impression that I could make money from saving people rather than killing them or maybe I was just pulling it out of my ass.

Speaking of asses, mine was itching. No, not that actual ass. The stuff below. Fuck it didn’t go away. It might have gotten a little worse! Walking around almost made me climax three times already!

I went over to the girls’ place (Albert’s mansion), went straight into a room, and switched back to a male body. Yeah, no, I wasn’t going to turn into a fucking pervert.

I refuse!