"You all haven’t gone soft from banging orcs and harpies, have you?"

Lily looked around at the adventurers with a sly grin. Every adventurer here, men and women alike, had gone through the exact same experience, so Lily’s racy comment was nothing more than a regular joke.

"Check your armor. If anyone gets hurt mid-fight, you fall back to the rear immediately, got it?"

"You think anyone’s actually going to get hurt? Look how sturdy this is."

The male adventurer lifted up a thin layer of inner clothing peeking out from his leather armor. Made of the same material as pantyhose but designed so that anyone of any age or gender could wear them, these "tights" were essential gear for male adventurers too.

"It got scratched a little when we were dealing with the pale riders."

"That was the prototype version. And right now we’re wearing them thicker than back in the Halphas dungeon. The claws of any ordinary monster wouldn’t even leave a mark."

"That’s the whole reason we got pulled in for this, to test it out, but don’t actually go shoving your body in front of attacks. The horned demon watching us right now is gonna get pissed."

[I’m not getting pissed.]

A blunt voice came through the transparent crystal floating beside Lily. Since Lily wasn’t supported by the system, she’d been issued a magical tool capable of remote communication to receive orders.

[The enemy is right in front of you. If you get hurt for real chatting around like idiots, I won’t be able to face the master, so focus.]

"Be honest with us. If you score big this time, how many times has he agreed to bang you? Like three times?"

[...Shut up.]

Lily and the adventurers weren’t about to let go of their prey. Whether as adventurers or back in their mercenary days, they never let a good rookie get away unteased.

"Hoho, if we get a high-grade magic stone, you think you could lend us your bed for a bit?"

[That’s not going to happen.]

"Tch, what a stickler."

Rumble rumble.

At the sound coming from far off, Lily and the adventurers raised their weapons. On the other side of the corridor, lizardmen were standing with weapons drawn, ready to greet the Legion of Wrath.

"Intruders, die!"

"...Pfft."

Lily gripped her sword and charged forward. The other adventurers followed right behind her.

"You, you fearless fools!"

A lizardman thrust his spear at the adventurers. The adventurers twisted their bodies to dodge the attacks, and the ones they couldn’t dodge they took on with their bodies. The spear blades grazed off the leather armor.

"What?!"

"We’re all cowards-ras. We’re scared of dying too."

The spear blade that grazed Lily’s thigh ended up buried in the ground. Lily darted into the lizardman’s space and swung her sword in a wide arc.

"That’s why we don’t fight any battles we can’t win."

Slash.

The lizardman’s head went flying high into the air. Lily wiped the lizardman’s blood off the outside of her robe and caught her breath.

"He sent us here. He sent us because he knew we could win."

Slash. Thwack thwack.

It was a one-sided slaughter. Lily and the adventurers shook the lizardman blood off their blades and pushed forward.

"We’ve put in our years grinding as adventurers, gotta earn our keep."

The adventurers deployed on the Orias front advanced without hesitation.

***

[Gremory-Allocen front, Allocen dungeon basement floor 1.]

"Wiped out... you say?"

The troll king Allocen, draped in dazzling treasures, felt rage boiling up at the news his subordinate brought.

"My proud chariot unit has just been wiped out... is that what you’re telling me?"

"Y, yes."

The troll bowed his hunched back and avoided eye contact. Allocen slammed his staff down with enough force to look like he was going to kill someone right there.

"That doesn’t make any sense! It hasn’t even been 20 minutes since I sent the chariot unit to the witch’s dungeon!"

"In, in those 20 minutes they all got killed!"

"Damn it, you rotten bastards!"

Allocen hurriedly pulled up the system. Solomon’s system was more reliable than his subordinate’s report. And the system didn’t lie.

"Damn it! They really are all dead!" 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

The Bond Summon list showed his entire chariot unit listed right there.

The [Chariot Trolls], a single entity combining a troll with a mutant wolf monster, had cut down countless challengers up until now, but this time they’d failed their mission.

"What the hell happened?!"

"According to the ones who barely made it back alive..."

The adjutant relayed the report from the troll whose body was completely burned.

They set up some camel beasts as meat shields and someone presumed to be an enemy executive dropped a spell. The thing is, that spell was on the level of a large-scale spell from a high-level 4-star monster, so the chariot troll unit was wiped out before they could do anything.

"Idiots! They couldn’t break through the meat shields?!"

"They, they seemed to be specialized as meat shields."

"What’s the point of critiquing the enemy’s troops! Damn it, I’m going out myself!"

Allocen mounted the dazzling golden chariot. The monster pulling the chariot was a three-headed male lion.

"That bitch Gremory, she’d have to be seriously out of her mind to dare touch me! A bitch who used to be Halphas’s lackey!"

Allocen vented his fury as he scanned his storage. It was a real shame to use them, but there were no soldiers more motivated than ones burning with revenge.

"Scrape together every mid-grade magic stone we have! We’re going to revive every single chariot troll we can and launch a counterattack!"

While the adjutant gathered up the mid-grade magic stones scattered around, Allocen used Bond Summon to revive his fallen subordinates one by one while keeping an eye on the dungeon’s situation.

[Notice: Intruder detected in dungeon!]

"You rotten bastards. Got the nerve to come through the portal?"

The chariot trolls falling into rank one by one were all huffing and seething with bottled-up rage. The fury of being slaughtered by a massive explosion spell after failing to break through the jokamel wall was naturally directed at Gremory’s forces.

"You, go scout!"

"Grraaaargh!"

The first revived chariot troll yanked the reins and tore through the dungeon. The dungeon had been remodeled with wide corridors so chariots could run inside, making Allocen’s dungeon essentially a covered wasteland.

"That bitch Gremory’s troops are just... heh."

When Allocen saw Gremory’s infiltration team through the scout’s vision, he let out a sigh of frustration and exasperation.

"This bitch is mocking me?"

Every dungeon owner has a tactic that’s their specialty.

"I thought she was just a bitch who sat around in bed all day, hehe."

If Allocen’s specialty was open-field battles using chariot mobility, then Gremory’s specialty was defensive warfare, building walls with her troops and projecting powerful spells.

"Fine! So you wanna ride a horse against me!"

That’s why he’d struck first to truly bury Gremory. But he never imagined Gremory would launch the first attack, and even if his army had lost once, that she’d commit "cavalry."

"Boys! The bedroom witch has come riding! She’s brought her saggy ass over here, so quickly fall into rank!"

The revived chariot trolls spread out wide with Allocen at the center. And not long after, the howl of wolves began to echo through the wide corridor in the distance.

"You’re here, granny tit witch...?"

"Who are you calling granny tits, who? Can’t you see how perky they are?"

The chariot troll’s eyes went wide when he saw the red-haired angel at the front. The witch he’d seen once before, the one who used to chew up man after man, was completely gone, and a pure virgin angel had appeared in her place.

"Gremory?"

"Yeah. It’s me. I was reborn anew."

"Were you originally an angel? Weren’t you just a hunchbacked old witch?"

"Would it make sense if I said I’m still a dungeon owner but reborn in someone else’s body?"

"...."

Allocen was a troll, but he was a fairly clever guy. So he was able to quickly piece together the meaning behind Gremory’s fragmentary words.

"You went under someone. You gave up being a dungeon owner. Does Halphas have your seal? So your backing is the legion? But why are you still calling yourself Gremory instead of your original name?"

"Damn, you ask a lot of questions. I’m telling you, even after being reborn I was given the name [Gremory]."

"...I have to say, I’m jealous. You got a good lord. Congratulations."

"Yeah. Speaking of which, I have a proposal. Any interest in joining our [Legion of Wrath]?"

"Buahahahaha!!"

Allocen threw his head back laughing wildly and thrust his spear forward. The chariot trolls each gripped their reins with one hand and clenched the spears strapped to their backs with the other.

"I serve under no one! The only one above me is Lord Solomon!"

"Right, I figured I should ask once for form’s sake. What a waste. You’ve got one solid cock, you’d make a fine stud."

"What...?"

Allocen was thrown by Gremory’s ambiguous remark, somewhere between a compliment and mockery. As a result, he ended up giving Gremory the first move.

"Charge! Bring me Allocen’s head! Troll blood is the ultimate stamina booster!"

"You bitch, you must really be out of your mind!"

Orc warriors mounted on worwolves.

Trolls in chariots pulled by mutant wolves.

They aimed their weapons at each other and shouted at the same time.

"""Kill----!!"""

***

[Flauros-Orias front, deepest part of Orias dungeon.]

"How am I supposed to live with this embarrassment? Should I just kill myself?"

"Before you think about ending your life, how about thinking about running away first."

"Hey, if word gets out that I got my ass kicked by the 64th and ran, what are the demons of the world going to think of me?"

"They’ll think you’re a moron who got his ass kicked by the 64th. But staying alive matters more, so let’s run. Whoever survives is the strong one."

Orias, a beastman resembling a lizard, was discussing the battle situation with his adjutant, going back and forth with him without pause. The scouting party he’d sent through the portal had already been wiped out, and on top of that the enemy had crossed the portal and built some unidentified fortified position.

"Building an encampment inside someone else’s dungeon. That’s actually pretty impressive. Maybe I should try it later?"

"Get a grip. They can do that because they have enough troops to defend while building it. We don’t have that kind of strength."

"The 64th does, though? And against our dungeon at that?"

"Is that the strength of the 64th? Those guys were dispatched from at least the 40th rank or higher. We can’t beat this force. We have to retreat."

Orias was caught in a dilemma. Rationally, of course, he knew the enemy’s forces were stronger and he couldn’t win even if he fought, but his demon nature and emotions just couldn’t accept it.

"Damn bastards. They think it’s fun to win an uprising by borrowing troops from above? That’s just veterans putting on a circus with newbies! Flauros, that idiot."

"You’re about to lose to that idiot. You need to make a choice."

The adjutant handed Orias a white flag. Orias’s expression grew complicated at the flag of surrender.

"Where to?"

"That’s what I’m telling you to choose."

The adjutant held out two white flags. One was pointing toward the group of black-robed figures slaughtering the dungeon’s subordinates and rushing in, and the other was pointing toward the emergency escape behind Orias.

"The bloody winds have already started blowing through the demon realm. From the moment Solomon created the seven legions, it became inevitable that the weak would fall under the strong."

"You’re telling me to choose which strong one to follow."

"Yes. Going empty-handed shouldn’t be a big problem. He took quite a liking to the master’s character."

"...You’ve already decided my future, haven’t you? You rotten bastard. You’re trying to grab a high position over there, aren’t you? If you weren’t my brother, you’d be dead."

"And if you weren’t my brother, I would’ve already jumped ship to the other side a long time ago. Now hurry up and choose."

Orias glared at his adjutant-slash-brother for a long while before raising the white flag.

"Fine. I’ll surrender. Since you’re smarter than me. So you choose. Should we kneel to the intruders right now, or go to the one you’re rooting for so hard?"

"You’ve already decided too, haven’t you, master?"

Orias raised the flag pointing toward the secret passage. They both let out a sigh at the same time and got to their feet. While the adjutant opened the door to the secret passage, Orias smacked his lips looking at the magic stones piled high in the storage.

"Still, isn’t it weird to go visit a high-ranking lord empty-handed?"

"You try to grab those right now and those crazy bastards are going to take your head. And the master, you just need to bring your body and present it to him."

"...You son of a bitch. Selling your own brother off as a male whore so you can grab a higher position for yourself."

"If you don’t like it, just die here."

"Damn it, if I die you’ve got nowhere to go either. Fine, fine. Let’s go."

Orias threw the magic stones he’d picked up to the ground. When the adjutant tapped on the wall a couple of times, the stone wall sealed by magic crumbled away to reveal the secret passage.

"Hey, hey. The system is already throwing a fit. It says that if I go through here now, I’m admitting defeat and abandoning the dungeon. That I’ll never be a dungeon owner again."

"You can join the legion, work your hips a bit and become a kept man. You may not be the master of a dungeon, but you’ll be the master of the Legion Commander’s bed."

"Wow, the moment I throw away the dungeon you’re not even calling me Master Orias anymore? You’re my brother but you’re really something."

"Whatever, you focus on figuring out how to greet him first. Let’s just go."

The adjutant waved the flag Orias had been holding instead and pointed forward.

"To the Lust Legion’s Legion Commander."

"...Damn it."

A short while later.

The adventurers advancing through Orias’s dungeon slaughtered up to a hundred lizardmen and arrived at the deepest chamber.

What greeted them was an enormous pile of gold, silver, treasures, and magic stones, but the dungeon’s owner was nowhere to be seen.