Earth's SSS Pornstar to SSS Combat God in Another World-Chapter 48: Dipping into Dungeon Creation

At dinner time, Joji noticed large boxes lined up outside, stacked neat as tribute. Clearly Jonas had taken his request seriously.

"I found about two hundred types of metal in our warehouse," Jonas said as they sat. "Would you like to look right now."

"I appreciate it," Joji replied, unhurried. "But let’s enjoy the meal first."

He ate slow, letting warmth settle into him. Across the table he watched Alaric flex his arm.

The inflammation had gone down. Whatever healer the Cutlers employed had earned their pay.

After the meal, Joji went out to the yard.

He inspected the boxes one by one. High quality stock. Not scrap. Not cheap alloy meant to fool a buyer.

Real metal, sorted and labeled, the kind a merchant family hoarded because it could be traded into anything, armor, tools, favors.

Joji’s mouth went dry with excitement. He was meant to eat it. That still sounded insane when he thought it plainly.

Still, the Sir Engine did not care what sounded sane. He imagined what his armor might become after two hundred kinds of metal and felt a dangerous grin try to form.

Jonas lingered nearby, watching Joji and the boxes with open curiosity, as if expecting sparks or a transformation right there in the yard.

Joji cleared his throat.

"Mister Jonas," he said. "It might be presumptuous, but could I have this all ground into powder."

"Powder," Jonas repeated, brows raised. "Anything else?"

"That would be all," Joji said. "I appreciate you being accommodating."

"Don’t mention it," Jonas said. He hesitated, then leaned in and lowered his voice.

"That method you taught Walter. Will it put him in trouble."

"Not at all," Joji said. "I made it myself. It creates heat, not fire element aura."

Jonas nodded once, relieved.

"Alright. I will have Martin handle it. Go rest."

Joji returned to his room and checked every corner before he did anything else. He looked under the table. Behind the curtains.

Even lifted the bed with both hands and set it down again, listening for anything that sounded wrong.

He could not afford Martin snooping on what came next.

When he was satisfied, he opened the status window and selected the second job.

Dungeon Master.

Something jolted in his abdomen. The pain did not spread through his whole body like the demon heart had.

It crawled back and forth all over his body, like a nest of needles tattooing his very veins.

Joji clenched his teeth and waited it out, breath controlled, sweat breaking along his brow.

He did not know how long it lasted. Time blurred.

When he finally exhaled and realized his hands were shaking, he checked the water clock.

Three in the morning. He swallowed, wiped his face, and looked back at the status window.

Something new was there.

{Name: Joji of Sins Crossroad} {Age: 21}

{Constitution: Embryonic Storm Bringer}

{First Job: Rank-3 Knight}

{Second Job: Rank-1 Portal Wielder}

{Aura: 13.8}

{Mana: 17.1}

{Brawn: 8.8}

{Quickness: 8.6}

{Wisdom: 20.4}

{Stamina: 19.4}

{Charisma: 18.9}

{Fortune: 28.5}

{BODY AUGMENTATIONS}

{Eyes} {Rank: C}

{Cave Ogre Eyes - To see through night and darkness as though it were noon-day.}

{Regeneration} {Rank: D}

{Runt Troll Regeneration - To regenerate wounds and, in some measure, to heal even the vital organs.}

{Imp Demon Heart} {Rank: E}

{Assimilated by the Embryonic Storm Bringer. Your body is now extremely attuned to use mana.}

{Mineral Armodillo Armor} {Growth Type} {Current Rank: E}

{Assimilated by the Embryonic Storm Bringer. Your body can now grow armor by consuming different metals.}

{A new instinctive trait has been added. You can summon your body armor. This consumes both mana and aura when extended and retracted.}

{To repair your armor, consume more minerals. The changes will be visible.}

{PROGRESS OF TRAINING AND ARTS}

{Fundamental Level of Swordsmanship}

{Measure of Proficiency: 67.6%}

{Intermediate Level of Swordsmanship}

{Measure of Proficiency: 12.6%}

{Fundamental Level of Close Combat}

{Measure of Proficiency: 14.1%}

{Everhart Tempest Arts Series: 3/10} {Rank: S}

{Lightness of the Wind Art}

{Measure of Proficiency: 9.6%}

{Emerald Blade Wind Art}

{Measure of Proficiency: 9.1%}

{Protectorate Barrier Wind Arts}

{Measure of Proficiency: 7.9%}

{Ferryman Shadow Guardian Series: 2/10} {Rank: S} (Incomplete)

{Into the Shadow Arts}

{Measure of Proficiency: 5.1%}

{Blade of Deceit Arts} 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

{Measure of Proficiency: 5.4%}

{(NEW) Forerunner Dungeoneering Series: 1/?} {Rank: ???} (Incomplete)

{Gate of Small Beginnings}

{Measure of Proficiency: 0.1%}

{TITLES AND ACHIEVEMENTS}

{Everyman - Can do, learn, and master pretty much any kind of job.}

{A Passive Skill Borne Forward from Your Former Life.}

The system was acting mysterious again. For the first time, it returned nothing but question marks where an answer should have been, and that alone made Joji’s skin prickle.

"Why are you not able to identify this?" Joji asked.

{The manual you have acquired is far too incomplete. Therefore its rank cannot be discerned. It is as with a single black hair, there are tens of thousands of beasts that may bear such.}

{Even if you narrow it by the feel of it, there remain yet hundreds, even thousands, of creatures that might have grown that very strand.}

Joji nodded. He understood the logic. Still, excitement kept chewing at him. Incomplete or not, it worked.

He tried it immediately. He followed the flow of mana and aura through his arms the way the manual described, careful at first, then hungrier.

Reality rippled. A transparent wave pushed outward as if the air had become water for a heartbeat.

And then the drain hit. Not gradual. Not polite. It slammed into him like the fatigue from fighting a hundred knights, only it arrived almost all at once.

His limbs went heavy. His breath turned shallow. The room tilted.

"Oh come on," he groaned.

When he woke again, the sun was already high, noon light spilling through the window like he had lost half a day in one blink.

Hunger clawed at his belly. This body demanded fuel the way a furnace demanded wood.

Outside his door waited a huge tray of food, meat and bread and eggs, even wine like they feared he might die without it.

Joji ate fast, barely tasting, only feeding the need until it stopped screaming. After he rested, he took a deep breath and tried again.

This time he did not rush.

He worked slower, feeling as if he were shaping an invisible puddle in the air, something his mind’s eye could see even when his real eyes saw nothing.

He kept the flow steady, kept his breathing even, kept the drain from biting too deep.

The power stopped on its own, as if it had decided the shape was complete.

Still, he felt the drain. It was like going all out in the gym, every muscle burned through, with mental exhaustion piled on top.

His excitement beat it anyway. Joji reached out and touched the opening with a wide grin. The world blinked.

He stood in a room just over a hundred fifty square feet, ceiling low enough that it made him think of tight spaces and hidden freight.

About nine feet from floor to ceiling by his rough guess. It felt like stepping into a shipping container back on Earth, that same boxed in sense of space meant for storage and nothing else.

Only the interior was not metal.

It was new black granite, clean and sharp edged, nothing like the mossy old stone back in Lacrosse.

No damp. No rot. Just cold rock and still air, as if the place had been built yesterday and sealed since.

Joji started giggling like a fool. This was enough.

Enough to hide things. Enough to move things. Enough to make the world unfair in his favor if he played it right.

He stepped back out, grabbed an item at random, and placed it inside. Then he left again. Then returned.

It was still there. Joji stared at it and felt his mind start sprinting ahead of him.

"This will make me fucking filthy rich," he said, voice low with excited disbelief.