Chapter 160.A Masochistic Homunculus

At the entrance of the Tartus Dungeon, Jake's group stood out among the various adventurers seeking to enter.

Jake's tall and decently muscular figure made him seem like a warrior. However, he was wearing black robes and seemed like a dangerous mage instead.

Other than him, all three women around him were pretty. A black-haired busty woman, an extremely beautiful priestess, and a mysterious redhead with pale skin.

They all didn't have any weapons and there seemed to be no porter. Where did they keep their supplies? The surrounding adventurers couldn't help but be perplexed.

But what made their eyes wide were obviously the centaurs. Tall and large humanoid creatures whose assets confused the male adventurers' little brothers. These were obviously beasts, but something about those buttocks and breasts…

''Is this how centaurs look like? I thought they were half horses…''

''D-Damn, I wouldn't mind having…''

Jake could hear the mutterings of the adventurers. He paid them no heed and entered the dungeon. The women followed from behind.

Maybe it was because of his presence or the bizarre centaurs, no one tried messing with Jake's group.

''It really is at the 2nd Tier, the mana here is thicker than even our dungeon…'' Perry looked around, holding her staff.

They descended through the large stone stairs and reached the first floor. Their footsteps echoed in the area lit by low-grade mana crystals.

These were purposely left by adventurers for illumination. It was an unwritten rule to not mine the crystals on the ceiling.

''It looks tidy.'' Erin commented.

The stone walls of this floor looked old. There was a smell of blood and flesh coming out of them. Evil mana contaminated this place, even though it appeared clean.

Tak… Tak…

While walking, Jake looked around with interest. Ruxa came beside him and said, ''Master, the monsters in this floor aren't worth mentioning. I know a way from where we can just enter the 2nd floor.''

Then she walked ahead. Ruxa seemed more confident inside the dungeon.

Jake put his hands inside his pockets and followed her. Actually, he wasn't worried about dungeon monsters in the slightest.

'There is no need to waste time by killing the mobs, is there?' He thought and spread a bit of his 4th Circle aura.

This immediately made the goblins ahead, who were ready to ambush Jake's group, flee in terror. Though that wasn't his intention.

…

In the 71st Floor of the Tartus Dungeon, there was a deep blue castle floating over a thick forest. Large iron chains connected the floating castle with the floor's walls from all sides.

It was dark and cold inside a secret chamber of Herion Castle. Brittle silence, that could be broken any time, filled the place.

In this chamber, a tall man in a pitch black cloak floated just over the floor as if he was a ghost.

''Master, it's urgent!'' A boyish voice rang in his ear, sounding panicked.

''I know, Lith.'' Sren said after a few seconds, his voice reverberating inside the secret chamber. ''I can sense him.''

With a wave of his hand, bulbs of white light sprouted in the air, illuminating the whole chamber. The Dark Mage turned around after that.

Intricately patterned blue pillars connected the floor with the chamber's ceiling. There were various iron tables inside on which unknown magical equipment were kept.

Blood was dripping from the edge of one large table in the middle. A naked woman lay unconscious on it.

She appeared to be no older than 20. The young woman had black hair and a wide forehead. Her nose was pointy just like her chin and ears.

She had a perfect hourglass body as if God had crafted her personally. It looked almost artificial. However, despite the curvy, wide hips and perky breasts of this unconscious beauty, Sren showed no attraction.

In his eyes, she was nothing more than a creature he created with inhuman methods.

A homunculus.

This beautiful girl would be a perfect sex doll, but using a 4th Circle Homcunculus just for debauchery was a waste. This lucky creation was far, far more useful than that.

''Wake up, Fiona. I have a task for you,'' Sren called, as if he was invoking a spell.

Just as soon as he finished his sentence, a pink tattoo just below her belly button glowed bright red.

Fiona's bright brown eyes shot open, and she immediately cried in a sharp, cute voice.

''Daddy!''

''Wake up, my girl,'' Sren's tone became warm. He went to the homunculus and touched her forehead. ''Daddy wants you to kill someone.''

''Kill? No, Fiona can't do it!'' She violently shook her head, laying flat on the table. This child-like behavior didn't suit her sexy, mature body.

''You can, just believe in the powers I gave you,'' Sren cajoled her with a warm tone, even stroking her forehead.

''Daddy believes in me…?'' Fiona slowly lifted her body and caught the mage's bony hand.

''Uhum, of course I do.'' Sren smiled widely. He stretched his right hand and a staff suddenly flew to him.

Catching it, the Dark Mage muttered a few incantations and some bulbs of light in the chamber formed into one. Then, images began to appear on it. Jake and his group could be clearly seen.

''Kill him, my girl. He is a demon.'' Sren pointed at Jake with his staff. Fiona looked closely and suddenly flinched as Jake glanced at her through the image.

There was a smirk on his face, and that made the homunculus smile innocently. The mage waved his staff, collapsing the image into a white light again.

? ''Will daddy reward me with more painful things if I kill him?'' Fiona asked in a childish tone.

''I will surely do.''

''Yay!'' The homunculus cheered, lifting her hands. She seemed genuinely happy. Getting off the table, the young woman even danced like a girl who just got candy.

Then she stopped and crouched below Sren. With a cheeky smile, Fiona brought her beautiful face close and said, ''Slap me, daddy.''