"What now?" Nathan groaned, staring at the panel that just ruined the mood, which had been boosted moments ago by the innocence of the Snake Hunter.
I already have a new plan. This will be very beneficial for humanity!
Nathan let out a sigh, like someone tired of hearing his friend pitch another MLM scheme.
"What plan? Make something disgusting with my pee again?" Nathan muttered, half-snorting.
Don’t be like that, human. Hahaha... Seems like you need a little motivation!
Nathan frowned. "Motiva—"
His words were cut off.
A new panel appeared, same size as the Tower Manager’s text panel. But slowly, it expanded, stretching out like one of those big screens people used to watch sports together.
Nathan stared at the panel. Inside, a group of Hunters were fighting several Mindless Monsters at once.
One muscular male Hunter grinned wide, holding a sword. He handed it to a female Hunter, who carefully dripped a potion onto the blade — a potion Nathan instantly recognized.
"Metallumcum?" Nathan mumbled.
The male Hunter, sword now coated with the legendary dick pee and monster blood combo, dropped into a fighting stance.
He dashed toward a Mindless Monster, cutting it down fast — then went on to clean up the rest with ease.
After the battle, the guy kissed his sword. "Mwah... baby," he said.
Meanwhile, the female Hunter clutched the bottle of Metallumcum to her chest, smiling. "Thank you, holy potion!" she whispered.
Nathan watched, baffled. A sword coated in Metallumcum being kissed. A bottle of Metallumcum being hugged. And not a single one of them knew the "holy" ingredients behind it.
The panel faded out. The Tower Manager’s voice returned.
See that? Humans are so grateful for the potion you made.
If you mass-produce Metallumcum, imagine how many Hunters will feel blessed!
"Blessed... by pee?" Nathan deadpanned.
"This is insane... but whatever," he muttered, nodding slightly.
"So, what’s the plan you were talking about?" Nathan turned his eyes back to the panel.
Selling monster meat from the 100th floor!
Nathan frowned. "I don’t think that’s a new plan. Didn’t you already tell me to sell ’Materials’ from the 100th floor? And... isn’t that too far?"
And you have to breed each monster, butcher them, then package the meat.
His eyes twitched. "Hold up! Wait a minute, something ain’t right! Monster meat!?" He frowned.
"No.. No... i can’t do that!!" He shook his head repeatedly.
"You such a evil being!" He cursed.
Relax, human. I mean the livestock-type monsters. The cute ones stay cute. Hahaha!
Nathan let out a shaky breath. "Goddamn... you almost gave me a heart attack."
He wiped his forehead. "For a second, I thought you were about to turn this into some insane hentai farm."
Oh, but think of the efficiency!
Nathan glared at the panel. "No."
Then he sighed, muttering under his breath, "Why does it always have to be this weird...?"
The protein from the monsters here can greatly boost human muscle potential.
"Another weird thing," Nathan muttered, looking down.
"Tch... why does it have to go as far as breeding them?" He groaned in frustration.
Relax, human. What I mean is breed the monsters, not... you know, with your dick! Don’t worry, hahaha!
His eyebrow twitched. "...Why the hell do you even need to clarify that?!"
Considering your behavior history... better safe than sorry, right? Hahaha!
Nathan let out a loud sigh, dragging both palms down his face.
"Fuck... even if there’s a hole, that doesn’t mean there’s a goal."
Nathan let out a soft snort, still panting.
"The cute ones stay cute, huh?" he murmured, repeating the Tower Manager’s words.
Suddenly, his mind drifted off. The faces of the Monster Girls who had been by his side flashed through his thoughts — Domina, Livia, Velmora, Validia, and the pale-skinned bird monster, each with their own quirks and charm.
"...Wait. Are any of them the floor 100 boss?" he asked suspiciously, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.
No, no. They’re not the floor 100 boss.
Nathan furrowed his brows. "Hah...?"
The Tower Manager’s voice came again, this time in a lazy, teasing tone.
No need to wonder. Just live with them. Enjoy your days.
Nathan scowled deeper. "Enjoy? What do you mean?"
You crave them, don’t you?
Your lust always ignites at the sight of their alluring bodies, right?
Nathan choked on air. "Wh-... No! I—" But before he could finish, the panel cut him off swiftly.
I hope your lust is filled with love.
"What do you mean?" Nathan asked.
Ah... lowly human, it seems I’ve talked too much to you today. See you next time!
The panel vanished. Nathan frowned in confusion, repeating under his breath, "Lust filled with love...?"
Meanwhile, the Tower Manager sat gracefully in a chair that looked like it belonged to a noble of high status, her left fist propping up her chin near the corner of her mouth. A sly grin spread across her face.
"Almost..." she whispered.
Nathan, still naked and puzzled, decided to sit under the Prunus Vitalis tree, waiting for his robe and pants to dry. He took a deep breath, as if trying to grasp the meaning behind all of this. His once-throbbing cock, now in cooldown, softened; his mind gradually cleared, like mist lifting from a quiet lake.
Why do the answers about where they come from, or their families, become forbidden memories? Questions began swirling in Nathan’s head as he mentally replayed his days on the 100th floor.
They were honest. They were kind. They always tried to protect me.
They carried a kind of pure, unique emotion.
Nathan slowly lifted his head, gazing up at the sky. His cock lay down, touching the grass.
"Are they really... monsters?" He whispered.