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Translator: penny
Chapter: 137
Chapter Title: Infiltration
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"Fortunately, it doesn't seem too close to the banquet hall."
After scanning the map three times and committing the layout to memory, I tucked it into my bosom and replied.
"It is, but we'll have to cross through the banquet hall anyway."
"Huh? Why?"
"There's a passage to the treasure vault in the banquet hall."
I'd love for things to go smoothly, but the Trials weren't that easy.
"Hey, wouldn't a banquet hall be packed with people?"
"Probably. And the moment we're spotted, soldiers will come swarming."
If it were just soldiers, I'd give it a shot, but I had no intel on the Royal Knight Captain or the sorcerers. You never fight an unknown enemy.
"We can't just waste time sitting around here, so let's get moving. This way."
The group nodded heavily in agreement.
Clatter. Clatter.
The skeleton was no different.
"Send that thing back."
"Tch."
"Aw."
No helping it, even if they were bummed. The clattering was louder than expected. Shin Seo-yeon left the skeleton under the bushes and released the necromancy spell.
From there, we crept along the edge of the garden toward the banquet hall. Plenty of soldiers were posted outside it.
"Yawn. I'm beat. How much time left?"
"Just getting started. Still a long way till shift's over."
Soldiers yawned as they passed right in front of us.
Not just sentries—patrols too.
"That's a ton of surveillance. Isn't this dangerous?"
"Don't worry. Even if it looks airtight, there's always a gap."
A nation in the thick of war might be different, but this royal court was bloated from long years of peace and decadence. They'd never been infiltrated before. So everyone was slacking off on duty.
"A gap, huh. How about using the letter envelope to draw their eyes? Then we dash in."
Not a bad idea.
But causing a commotion to steal was a last-resort tactic. It raised alertness across the board. They'd even investigate where the summoned mob came from.
For us, who had to sneak back through here after grabbing the goods, it was something to avoid at all costs.
I turned my gaze from the heavily guarded banquet hall entrance to the side and said,
"We're going in through a window, not the entrance."
"Ooh, a window. But is that okay? There'll be eyes inside the building too."
"No need to worry. There are no soldiers on the banquet hall side."
Even the most oblivious elites wouldn't flaunt their dirty deeds in front of their underlings.
Once inside the building, we could easily reach the stairs down to the basement.
"We'll skirt the main banquet hall along the corridor beside it, then through the hallway straight to the basement."
The group nodded as they checked the map.
"Of course, that doesn't mean zero surveillance."
Between the main hall and the stairs lay a vast open space, likely crawling with soldiers.
"But that stretch has a long hallway with pillars, so we can hide behind them and move without getting caught."
"...I see. Makes sense."
The group nodded, convinced by the explanation.
"Looking at the layout, that route does seem optimal."
"Yeah."
"So the key is getting into the building somehow."
"Pretty much."
We faced straight ahead.
About twenty meters from the garden's edge to the banquet hall—open ground with zero cover. Dodging the eyes of guards everywhere. High difficulty.
But no worries.
As I said, troops softened by endless peace were too busy slacking to notice.
"Just follow my lead. I'll go first and signal. Then crouch-walk over."
Nods.
Alright, time to move.
I took a deep breath, slipped out of the garden, and quietly headed for the building.
Crunch. Crunch.
The banquet hall's racket drowned out my footsteps completely.
The soldiers were chatting or dozing, staring off in wrong directions, so it was easy.
'Good, made it safe.'
I reached the ornamental trees by the outer wall and glanced back. Everyone stared with bated breath. Then sighs of relief.
Wiggle. Wiggle.
I scanned around, timed it, and beckoned them one by one.
Creep. Creep.
The women moved from the garden to the building on my signal.
Seo-yeon crossed fine. Isera too, no issue.
I worried about the Saintess, hopeless at this stuff, but So-hee seemed to think the same—she scooped her under the arm and carried her over.
"Eek, th-thank you."
Confirming everyone across, I moved to the wide-open window.
"But that's pretty high up. Won't we get spotted jumping?"
The window sat nearly four meters high. Most players couldn't reach it even jumping in place. Wall-running? Too many eyes.
I waved off the concern and pointed around.
"See those spots over there and there? Regular guards use those to watch from hiding. No outsider would know."
"Unbelievable. How do you even know that?"
Infiltration and concealment were basics from the Selection Process. Anyone with two or three years in the game could do it.
"Experience, I guess."
"Oppa, you're amazing."
"Hey, Dickhead. But relying on experience to jump a window feels risky. They could be hiding elsewhere."
"That's why I keep pressing my ear to the floor to check footsteps."
In a sloppy army like this, guards never stood still. They fidgeted constantly.
Or sat dozing, or yapping.
A well-rounded player's sharpened senses could pick it up.
The group pressed their ears to the stone floor, eyes widening.
"Y-you can really hear it."
"Whoa."
They marveled, listening over and over. Their stats were still low, so distant steps escaped them, but piling up experience like this boosted survival.
I checked around, sprang off the floor, and vaulted the window. Impossible for others in one go, but with strength nearing 200, easy.
Swoosh.
I used telekinesis to pull them up one by one into the building.
Looking around: walls etched with runes and glowing stones like ancient sewers, forming a corridor.
"Definitely closer to the banquet hall now. Sounds are louder."
No soldiers in the corridor, as expected. No patrol steps, but other bustle.
Aah—
Music, sweet singing, men's and women's laughter.
All mingling, filtering through the walls. Perfume and makeup scents wafted, laced with rich wine on the breeze.
Ahng. Ahng. Haaah.
Lewd moans too. The Saintess's face flushed beet red.
"S-Seo-yeon-ah. That's... them doing it, right...?"
"Yeah, sounds like."
Shin Seo-yeon, glancing around, spotted a long window overlooking the main hall, hopped up, and clung to peer in.
"Whoa, insane. Hundreds inside boozing and orgying."
"Eh?"
Saintess's face burned brighter. Curiosity got us too—we joined her, clinging to peek.
'Peak indulgence hours.'
Roughly four hundred men and women entangled amid food and drink. Hips thrusting everywhere, genitals grinding.
Maniac plays dotted the scene, partners mostly Earthlings.
"Hey, let's both shove in her pussy."
"You psychos! Don't! It'll rip! Aaak!"
Men cramming two dicks into a flailing woman's pussy. Better than some.
"Ah, this bitch's grip weakened. Hey, get that thing."
"Hiiik! S-sorry! I'll squeeze harder! Not that, please! Kughhh!"
Branding ass and back with hot irons for weak squeezes? Grimace-worthy.
Countless players slaved as locals' toys, panting beneath.
"...Basically fucktoys."
"Yeah."
A glimpse of humanity's state.
But my focus was elsewhere.
'No sorcerer.'
Scanned the hall—no sorcerer or Royal Knight Captain. Wanted to check their stats ahead. Guess they stepped out.
'Next time, maybe.'
Smooth.
I raised a hand, pushing back the Saintess's head poking between us.
"Ack. S-Seo-yeon-ah, what."
Surprisingly, I wasn't the only one pressing her head.
"Sis, you shouldn't see that stuff."
"B-but if I'm the only one not seeing..."
"Alright, Dickhead. Sightseeing's over. Let's move."
Among the girls, Shin Seo-yeon was vicious toward females. She'd bully them into submission, gaslight till they bowed. But she cared meticulously when useful.
Hng, the Saintess pouted at missing out, but Seo-yeon dragged her along behind me.
But that grim Earthling talk wasn't hall-exclusive.
"Huh? Dickhead, why stop?"
"Shh."
I halted at the corridor's start, by the corner, and pointed to the open space beyond.
Shin Seo-yeon peered and spat a curse.
"Fucking psychos."
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