Chapter 3: The Dungeon’s Welcome

Seeing him charge at me so suddenly, I was terrified to the point of forgetting to breathe. Just then, he reached out a black claw like a skeletal hand, grabbing straight for my crotch.

I couldn’t help but let out a gasp, immediately noticing that his claw was as cold as ice—unbelievably, unbearably cold.

As a normal person, I naturally wanted to resist, but before I could, he withdrew his hand and said with a gruff, middle-aged tone, “Mm, indeed… it is a male.”

“Huh?!” That pissed me off. What did he mean by ‘male’? But I dared not speak my anger—I knew exactly what resisting meant: death.

Then the monster reached out again with that pitch-black claw, as cold as eternal winter, and squeezed my arm, my neck, and my head.

After he finished fondling me, he flowed back through the bars like a wisp of black mist, turned to the spider man, and said, “My Lord, it is indeed a boy.” His tone was completely devoid of humility, and I guessed he wasn’t much lower in rank than the Spider Lord. But still! “Boy my ass!”

That pervert with a face like PM2.5 continued, “And this… human, though physically frail, has a decently developed mind. He could indeed become an obedient s*ave. Also, he is currently very weak, so you see…” He hesitated noticeably on the word ‘human,’ and I wondered why.

The Spider Lord said without a hint of pity, “Huh? Weak? I think he can still move. Take him away!”

“Mm.” The PM2.5 didn’t say much, just nodded.

Hearing that the Lord had let me off, I breathed a long sigh of relief, but out of the corner of my eye, I clearly saw the wolfman who was about to open the door glaring at me viciously. Honestly, being stared at by a wolf felt awful. Those blue-green beastly pupils, in this already terrifying dark dungeon, sent chills down my spine.

‘At least I survived. That’s something, heh heh…’

Then the wolfman irritably unlocked the cell door and waved at my hands and feet. A beam of black light landed on my limbs and instantly formed into handcuffs and shackles, binding me completely.

The weight of these things was so heavy that gravity immediately pinned me to the ground. The pain of falling made me cry out, “Ah!” Tears almost burst out, but I barely held them in.

The Spider Lord, who had already turned to leave, heard my scream and twisted back, asking with displeasure, “What’s going on?”

The PM2.5 mage said, “I suppose the shackles are too heavy. Better not put them on him. I doubt he’ll try to run.”

‘Huh? Is he speaking up for me?’ I grew even more wary of this PM2.5 guy. The Lord thought briefly, then said, “Mm, very well. Remove them.”

“Yes, my Lord.” The wolfman’s tone grew even lower. He waved his hand with obvious reluctance, and the handcuffs and shackles vanished. Grinding his teeth, he bared his fangs at me and gestured like shooing a beggar. “Come out, Number 99.”

If anyone had dared treat me like this under normal circumstances, I would have fought them tooth and nail. But right now, fear outweighed anger. I had no time to think. They could call me whatever they wanted—I had no leverage to fight back.

Nervously keeping my head down, I forced myself to stay alert and dragged my starving body past the wolfman. As I brushed by him, I caught a whiff of a beast’s unique odor.

Then I joined a group of humans all wearing handcuffs and shackles, walking through the dungeon corridor. Their restraints dragged on the ground, clanking loudly.

These must have been the people captured from the adjacent cells. Stealing a few glances, I saw they were mostly over twenty, strong-looking men and women around 1.7 meters tall. From their hair, eye, and skin colors, they seemed human.

But aside from us captives, almost none of the escorts were human. At the front was the spider head, beside him the old PM2.5 pervert, and holding the chains was the wolfman. Besides these three, the remaining five armored soldiers were all skeletons inside their armor.

‘Where the hell have I been teleported to?! Ah—so hungry. Can I even run? Such a different world, such a body!! Ah—someone come teach me magic!’ I followed in despair, praying. Despite the hopelessness, my mood was still somewhat positive—the spider head said they only caught us to clean the palace, so… it shouldn’t be too bad. Worst case, just a s*ave, heh heh…

What kind of life awaited me from now on? I couldn’t help but wonder.

We followed these ‘monsters’ up some stairs, turned left and right, then up another flight, arriving at a damp, spacious hall.

The ceiling and floor were both made of stone, so we were probably still in the dungeon. On both sides of the hall were ditches, and dirty wooden barrels lay scattered about. A dozen green-skinned goblins stood around, all green.

These forgiveness-colored aliens wore animal hide clothes, holding brushes and mops.

‘What is this? Mopping? Bathing? Mopping people?’ I wondered. And I noticed that in the blink of an eye, the three leaders had vanished, leaving us slaves with only five skeleton soldiers.

When I swept my gaze across the hall again, I saw the PM2.5 muttering something to a goblin. But he was too far away; I couldn’t hear a word.

Just then, a goblin walked over and said in a shrill voice, “You ancient seeds, take off your clothes! Time for a bath!”

As soon as he spoke, our shackles vanished. And the PM2.5 in the distance had disappeared sometime too.

I didn’t want to resist, so I slowly took off my ‘two rags’ and stood there numbly. But being completely naked in front of so many people was embarrassing, so I naturally covered myself with my arms.

Yet even though I chose to obey and abandon my dignity to survive, those ‘adults’ couldn’t let go so easily. A woman blushed and said reluctantly, “What?! You want me to strip in public?!”

Clearly, she didn’t want to. Several other women nodded, seeming ready to unite and fight back.

At that moment, a goblin with a gold earring sneered from a distance. Suddenly, the five skeleton soldiers beside us stepped forward and stomped hard, intimidating us.

The gold-earring goblin continued maliciously, “If you don’t obey, you die.”

That cold remark scared the women into silence. Blushing, they could only begin undressing in anger. The men also started frantically taking off their clothes.

“Hurry up! Don’t dawdle!” the gold-earring goblin barked, eyeing me strangely. His shifty look meant trouble, but I could only pretend to be timid to avoid angering him.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watched the others. Many men, while undressing, couldn’t help glancing at the women’s figures. I couldn’t judge—who isn’t lustful? I’m no exception. But right now, I had no mood for peeping. My mind was entirely focused on how to survive, and sneaking looks was meaningless to me.

Soon, we were all naked. Next should be bathing, but to my utter surprise, it wasn’t the goblins washing us—it was the cleaning tools themselves moving to ‘clean’ us.

Hard brushes, rough mops, cold buckets, and coarse linen like scrub towels assaulted us in turn—it was a nightmare. This bathing process was sheer hell.

Painful screams echoed through the hall. My mind was on the verge of breaking, but I still endured, forcing myself not to cry or scream aloud.

While we howled, the goblins snickered on the side. I wanted to pull out an AK and shoot them all! But that was just fantasy. Where would I get a gun? Even if I did, could I win? Could I even lift one? I thought helplessly, gritting my teeth and enduring, silently praying to Kami to save me, praying I wouldn’t catch a cold or fall sick.

I knew clearly that, following this garbage plot, if I got sick, I’d be killed. In this place, there were no human rights!

Before long, we slaves were scrubbed to exhaustion. Everyone lay weakly on the cold stone floor, in pain. Then I saw a goblin carrying a fan painted with a magic circle. Three words flashed through my mind: ‘Banana Leaf Fan.’

I immediately lay flat, gripping the cracks in the stone floor tightly. Predictably, a ‘typhoon’ followed.

As that damn forgiveness-colored alien waved the fan, a dry, warm gale blew, so strong I couldn’t hear anything else.

After a dozen seconds, the storm stopped. I looked back and saw the others also clinging to the floor.

‘Heh, looks like they’re not stupid.’

Then the goblins took us to another room. This one had glowing crystal lamps and wardrobes, as if we were supposed to pick clothes.

A goblin leaned arrogantly by the door and said, “Hurry up and find clothes! After you dress, start working!” But before he finished, some had already started searching, and a few were even putting clothes on!

I planned to join them, but I couldn’t read any of the words on the cabinets.

Just then, a bundle of linen clothes was suddenly thrown into my face. A goblin said irritably, “There’s nothing here your size. Just wear this!”

‘Don’t you know how to hand it nicely?!’ I was furious, but I knew that if I acted out, I’d be dead in seconds. ‘MDFK, just wait till I get out!’

I picked up the linen clothes and, suppressing my anger, put them on. The clothes were fairly well-fitting, but extremely long—like a dress. The hem reached just above my knees, barely covering what needed divine light.

But that goblin only gave me a top, no pants. It wasn’t much better than what I had before. At least the sides weren’t open, but it was still a vacuum.

‘Damn, are they making me go bottomless…’ My legs felt cold. This outfit was just a skirt—this shame play was too much!

‘This…’ I almost growled with rage, but seeing the skeleton guards at the door, I shut up. I chickened out.

But if you won’t give me clothes, can’t I find some myself? There had to be underwear in one of these cabinets! If worst came to worst, I could wear a shirt backward.

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