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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: JayM
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Jeong Yoo-shin had a dream.
A blonde priestess noona wearing a skin-tight, one-piece priestess robe that rivaled the Dongtan Misiruk*.
A red wolf beast-person noona guide wearing bikini armor.
A busty, gloomy elf noona in flowing clothes.
He was exploring the labyrinth with these three.
He was happy.
He fell asleep at night with his face buried in their breasts.
And when his penis ached, he was held in their ample bosoms, nursed back to health, and was purged of all his negative energy.
‘Oh my. You have a lot of negative labyrinth energy built up within you. Noona will take it out for you, so just relax and let me do my work.’
‘Y-Yes, noona.’
‘*Sigh*. You’re still hard even after cumming so much? You must have a lot of pent-up frustration. There’s no helping it. Let noona clean your penis with my pussy brush.♥’
‘Yes, noona!’
He enjoyed a blissful labyrinth life while nestled in his noonas’ warm breasts and his penis was happy and content.
He was sure of it.
Warm?
He opened his eyes to a stifling heat.
“Huh?”
The busty noonas were gone, replaced by a group of sweaty, muscular men.
What?
What was this?
He frantically looked around.
He quickly assessed the situation, and his jaw dropped.
He was…
Lying inside a tent while surrounded by burly, muscular men.
All he could see were sweaty, muscular men.
Among them, his elf master, Ashur, was smiling down at him.
Tears suddenly welled up in his eyes.
“Disciple, why are you crying?”
Ashur, his elf master, asked.
“I had a dream.”
Jeong Yoo-shin replied.
“Was it a scary dream?”
“No.”
“Then was it a sad dream?”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“Because it was an impossible dream.”
Ashur grinned and put his arms around the muscular men.
“You’re wrong. You dreamt of a steamy, pampered labyrinth life, right? I’ll make that dream come true.”
He felt suffocated.
“Wh-Where are we?”
“Here? A forest near Labyrinth City. It’s called Silver Wind Forest. It’s only half a day’s walk from the city.”
Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyes widened.
He had been kidnapped and taken outside Labyrinth City?
Were they insane?
Even if it was only half a day away, this was crossing the line.
“Why are we here? No, wait. Setting everything else aside, why was I kidnapped?!”
“Why? Because your face is too dangerous.”
What was he talking about?
Ashur’s expression turned serious.
“There are rumors in several taverns about people wanting to kidnap you. Most of them are probably jokes, but some people looked serious.”
Holy shit…
“People are talking about kidnapping in broad daylight in Labyrinth City? What are the guards doing?”
“They’re busy protecting the labyrinth. And they’re already overwhelmed with crowd control. You know how it is.”
Oh, crazy.
“Karin was also worried. She agreed immediately when I told her about this trip.”
“Ah.”
“Since we’re already here, then train. Build some muscle and refine your swordsmanship. You haven’t been practicing lately.”
“You could have just asked nicely. Why kidnap me?”
“You talk too much, disciple. This is a valuable opportunity. And you learned your lesson, didn’t you? Don’t wander around carelessly, or you’ll get kidnapped.”
He was right, but…
His dream of a sticky, sweet, pampered life with noonas…
The vanished dream made his heart ache.
No.
It hadn’t vanished. It was just dormant for now.
Ashur, reading Jeong Yoo-shin’s expression, chuckled.
“Are you still dreaming of that sticky, sweet, pampered labyrinth life? Wake up. By the time this training is over, your chest muscles will be bigger and firmer than most women’s.”
“D-Don’t say such scary things. And what’s wrong with a sticky, sweet, pampered labyrinth life? I have the right to be happy too.”
“Happiness comes from the sweat of those who overcome their limits.”
Ashur said firmly.
Wow.
He could practically smell the sweat emanating from Ashur’s words.
And it wasn’t a joke. He could actually smell the sour, musky scent of sweat from the men around him.
Ashur frowned.
“It smells like sweat in here. Everyone, get out. What are you all still doing here?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Is that really Skar? Huh.”
“I’m envious. A body without muscles. He’ll experience the joy of building them up from scratch.”
The guild members glanced at him enviously and left the tent.
Were they *that* obsessed with muscles?
He had sensed something like that. Even with the level ups, it was difficult for a human to fight monsters directly.
They had no choice but to train and improve their physique and skills.
At least, if they wanted to survive in the labyrinth.
‘I understand that, but…’
Was he mistaken in thinking that they seemed to prioritize fun over survival?
They looked like children at an amusement park right now.
“Get ready and then come out. The Swordsman’s Guild has prepared all our necessities, so don’t worry.”
Ashur also left after saying his piece.
Jeong Yoo-shin sat blankly from inside the tent, then rubbed his face with his hands.
“Ah, my life…”
He had been kidnapped and dragged to a forest near Labyrinth City.
What if they had malicious intentions?
He shook his head.
He didn’t even want to imagine what could have happened.
Had he been too careless because he had reverted to his childhood appearance?
‘I have to be more careful.’
Come to think of it, his elf master was right.
He spouted nonsense sometimes, but he was serious about training.
There was no harm in learning things properly from a young age.
Perhaps he would even find a way to deal with his madness during training.
He stood up, left the tent, and found himself in a lush forest.
Moss-covered rocks and ancient trees were everywhere.
He also saw strange birds and glittering insects on the branches.
He looked up to see sunlight filtering through the leaves.
It felt like he was in an enchanted forest.
Several tents were set up around the clearing, presumably for the guild members.
People were gathered in the center of the clearing, lined up in formation.
Jeong Yoo-shin went and stood at the back of the line.
Ashur gestured.
“Skar, stand at the front. Why are you hiding in the back?”
“Yes.”
He went to the front while feeling everyone’s gaze on him.
Ashur looked around at the guild members.
“Since there are some new faces here, I’ll explain briefly. This is Silver Wind Forest. It’s a resort area for high-ranking families from the Eastern District, so stick to your training and don’t wander off. And I should add that this is also a place where high-ranking elves often stay. You know? Those long-lived elves with their strange quirks. Don’t get involved with them.”
““Yes!””
Jeong Yoo-shin subtly raised his hand. Ashur nodded.
“What?”
“You said that this was a resort area. Why would high-ranking people come here instead of staying in the city?”
“Because the water and air here are good. What’s so great about being crammed together with people in the city? Especially in the summer.”
Jeong Yoo-shin nodded.
It made sense.
‘A vacation home.’
Were they bourgeois?
It made him want to start a proletarian revolution.
‘Should I poison them?’
He shook his head. Being suddenly kidnapped and dragged to a forest was making him think strange thoughts.
“I know you’re curious, but be patient. I’ll tell you everything later.”
“Yes.”
“Just follow the path and run lightly. It’s not difficult. Everyone, warm up and get ready.”
““Yes!””
The guild members shouted and began their warm-up exercises.
“It’s going to be tough this year too.”
“It’s summer.”
“We have to build muscle now so we can survive the fall and winter.”
“That’s right. The newbie is lucky.”
The guild members behind him chatted while warming up.
Jeong Yoo-shin, also warming up, looked to his side.
It was a familiar face. The scruffy brown-haired boy was stretching here too.
“Is it that hard?”
“The first summer was tough, but it’s alright overall. Looking back, it’s all a good memory.”
The scruffy boy’s casual remark made Jeong Yoo-shin’s head spin.
A good memory?
Was this military training or something?
No, it couldn’t be that bad.
Jeong Yoo-shin shook his head.
“Alright, once you’re warmed up, just follow our Vice-Leader and run a lap around the forest. Don’t worry about getting lost. The Vice-Leader’s head shines brightly.”
Kila, the Vice-Leader of the Swordsman’s Guild, scratched his bald head.
“Aren’t you coming, Guild Leader?”
“I have someone to meet, so I’ll start tomorrow.”
“Alright.”
The guild members lined up.
Kila took the lead.
Followed by Jeong Yoo-shin and the scruffy boy.
‘How hard could it be?’
After all of his struggles in the labyrinth, a simple run wouldn’t be a challenge for him.
Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyes gleamed.
He would show them.
‘My tenacity.’
Jeong Yoo-shin started running along the flat forest path.
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About two hours later…
“Gah… Pant… Guh…”
Jeong Yoo-shin, drenched in sweat, collapsed onto the ground.
Kila and the scruffy boy stared down at him blankly.
“Skar, are you that out of shape?”
“Skar, just from this?”
“Pant… C-crazy.”
He had run comfortably for the first hour. The forest was cool and shady, and he had the benefit of his level up.
But after about 30 more minutes, he started getting cramps.
And after an hour, his mind became hazy.
After that, he couldn’t remember if he was running or crawling.
The scruffy boy handed him a water bottle.
Jeong Yoo-shin frantically opened the bottle and gulped down the water.
“*Gasp*… *Gasp*. I’m alive.”
Kila looked up at the guild members.
“Everyone, let’s rest for 20 minutes. Stretch and catch your breath.”
“This is too easy.”
“That’s why I wore sandbags on my legs.”
“You cheater. Hogging all the benefits for yourself?”
“You have to use your brain. Melson has a few more, you can borrow them later.”
The guild members chatted behind him. They weren’t even breathing heavily. It was unbelievable.
He looked down at his arms.
They were soft and muscleless.
This was especially disheartening today.
Objectively, running continuously for two hours in a boy’s body was already impressive.
But…
He could have easily done this in his original body.
No.
He shook his head.
He had anticipated this.
His main goal was to refine his swordsmanship.
And to find a way to overcome his madness.
He decided to ask Ashur about the second goal later.
He rested for about 20 minutes and stood up.
Kila, who had been sitting on a rock, grinned at Jeong Yoo-shin.
“Skar, the light in your eyes is coming back.”
“What were they like before?”
“Filled with unrealistic dreams. I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.”
He just realized.
Kila, the Vice-Leader, had also been there when he was kidnapped.
Jeong Yoo-shin sighed, dumbfounded.
“*Sigh*. Let’s continue.”
“Right. Everyone, let’s go!”
The guild members started running through the forest as they followed Kila.
They ran for another two hours and returned to the clearing.
“Gah…”
Jeong Yoo-shin collapsed onto the ground while groaning.
Wasn’t this child abuse?
What was he doing at this age?
As he was reminiscing, Ashur approached them.
“Alright. Time for swordsmanship training. Everyone except Skar, go do your muscle training.”
“W-Wait… Let me rest a bit longer… I can’t move…”
“Don’t act cute with me!”
“Skar, hang in there.”
“Yeah, learn well from the Guild Leader.”
The guild members said a few words to him, waved, and then disappeared down a forest path.
Ashur threw a wooden sword at him.
“Catch. I prepared this especially for you.”
“It’s heavy.”
“It has a metal core. Nice, right? A heavy wooden sword instead of heavy breasts.”
“…”
He immediately began swordsmanship training with Ashur.
*Clang!!!*
Ashur’s wooden sword clashed with Jeong Yoo-shin’s in mid-air.
“Swing your sword, not your seductive dick!”
“Is that how you swing a sword?! Plant your feet firmly! Use your lower body strength!”
“Your shoulders and wrists are stiff. That makes your posture rigid, reducing your flexibility and making it difficult to create proper angles. Relax!”
He swung his sword frantically while enduring Ashur’s shouts.
He was out of breath.
His posture was terrible after running continuously for four hours.
Yet, Ashur relentlessly pushed him.
It was as if the swordmaster was determined to draw something out from within him.
The closer he got to his physical limits, the clearer Jeong Yoo-shin’s eyes became.
It felt as if his mind that was trapped within his young body was awakening.
There was something else that was strange…
Ashur’s teachings were sinking in.
The reasons behind the techniques.
Things that had been hazy before were now becoming clear.
‘Ah.’
Just as Jeong Yoo-shin’s swordsmanship was about to reach a new level…
Someone gracefully entered the clearing.
“Am I interrupting something?”
It was an elf woman who looked to be in her early twenties.
Green hair.
A shining golden circlet.
Calm eyes that reflected nature itself.
A flowing one-piece dress that looked like something from ancient Greece.
A calming, grassy scent emanated from her.
Although she wasn’t wearing any noticeable jewelry, her elegant demeanor suggested she was of noble birth.
Ashur sheathed his sword, stepped back, and knelt before the elf woman.
“Princess.”
The woman smiled faintly.
“It’s been a while, Ashur Startree, the Star-Drawing Swordmaster. Has everything been well?”
Jeong Yoo-shin just stood there blankly, unsure of what was happening.
‘Princess?’
Should he kneel too?
As he was wiping his sweat-drenched hair…
His eyes met the elf princess’.
“…”
The elf princess froze.
“Gasp…!”
And then she let out a soft gasp.
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T/N – Damn, an elf princess. Classic fantasy harem candidate right there. Though if we’re talking about elf harem candidates, Del, Ashur’s little sister, should be a prime candidate. She got saved by the MC back when she was still a goblin and developed positive feelings for him when his negative imprint had still been undiscovered, so she should have been corrupted even if only a little bit. I wonder if the author will pull her back into the story later on…
Also, damn. The MC really got kidnapped. Instead of busty noonas, he woke up surrounded by sweaty, muscular men. What a nightmare! For him anyway. 😂
If you find any mistakes, feel free to point them out in the comments.
*동탄 미시룩 (Dongtan Misiruk) seems to be a slang term referring to a specific style of clothing, a tight-fitting dress or outfit popular in the Dongtan area. Search ‘Dongtan Misiruk dress’ to see what I mean.
There’s also Aldein’s sister with a sword imprint who Skar used in his mouth.
If a sword is in the table, then Lin is too. That rat is so down bad that the author will probably give her the human imprint to make her a heroine.