Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 953

Chapter 953: Dungeon Selections

Then she turned on Scarlet.

"And you were pretty happy sitting there holding her hand while she got railed from behind, cheering her on and calling it art."

"I was drunk," Scarlet said.

"Tipsy at best."

"Wait." Scarlet’s head came back around and the grin was all the way returned. "Wait, I remember you clearly now. You’re the one who runs her mouth like that all day and then gets folded in half the second Kaiden-"

"Hah?!"

Luna was on her feet.

Calypso had laughed so hard that she went over the back of her folding chair, and she stayed down there, because the angle turned out to be interesting.

Alexandra was giggling behind her palms.

"Alright, that’s enough." Aria spoke up, cold authority overriding her usual honeyed voice. After all, she wasn’t speaking to Kaiden now. "Luna, sit down. There are people in here who don’t have to love you."

Ms. Rook, who had not stopped aligning her pages once through any of it, set the stack down and squared its edge against the table.

"I am not troubled, Miss Levander," she said. "I did my research. I knew what I signed up for."

Doug had heard none of it. Doug was three forms deep into what a second SSS-tier registration did to a guild’s insurance schedule, and nothing short of the tent coming down was going to reach him.

"...Okay," Luna muttered, and sat. "I might’ve gotten a bit carried away... Guess you’re not a lesbo with a supreme flaming tongue technique."

"Good to know," Scarlet said, delighted.

"For now. Need to collect more evidence."

"Luna..." Aria growled.

"Okay mom, sorry. I’m done."

"..."

The folio came open on the map table. Inside it, twenty dungeon registry numbers, twenty tier gradings, twenty locations, and a column of figures down the right-hand side that Doug reached for before Vespera had finished sliding it across.

Twenty dungeons of their choice, owed since the competition and still sitting there.

When the global dungeon break event occurred on the tenth anniversary of the Mana Apocalypse, all dungeons broke, their monsters emptying out. But the dungeon cores remained. So long as one didn’t enter and destroy the core, or kill the final boss - which required said final boss to also venture out, which was a rare occurrence only happening a few times, such as with Calypso - the monsters would slowly respawn, the dungeons fully usable as before.

Furthermore, it was observed that a few new dungeons had arrived as well, indicating that dungeons would keep spawning as before.

"Let’s hear our options," Kaiden spoke up.

It took a little under five minutes, and the tent did not survive the first ninety seconds of it.

"Stop. Stop, go back, number nine." Luna was off the cot and at the table with her finger on the page. "Ninety percent lightning domain, B-rank, four hours from here. That one’s mine. That one has my name on it. Look at it. Look how much it wants to be mine."

"These dungeons are for our guild members to grind," Bastet said, without hope.

"Our guild members can grind elsewhere."

"Nine’s one of the best training grounds on the sheet for our new high-tiers and you want it for drops," Nyx said.

"Yes."

"At least the gremlin’s honest," Calypso said warmly, upside down over the back of a folding chair, because Calypso had lost interest in the paperwork thirty seconds in and was now conducting her own investigation into how far the chair would go.

Doug, meanwhile, had found the column of figures and gone somewhere else entirely.

"Guild leader." He turned the folio ninety degrees toward himself without asking anybody’s permission. "Nobody at this table has read the right-hand side of this page, I’d wager, and you need to understand what that column is before I get too excited and you people start sending me weird glances."

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