"I'll submit."

Flauros's choice was far faster than I expected. Without even enjoying the warmth and softness between the beastwoman's thighs for 3 minutes, I found myself in a position where I had to accept Flauros's submission.

"...Really?"

"Yes. However, I have conditions."

Of course you do. I gripped the beastwoman tightly and raised my head.

"Hehe, if you propose half-baked conditions, this woman won't be safe."

"You may kill me. But spare my older sister and my tribespeople. If you promise just that, I'll hand over my name."

Thud!

Flauros knelt on both knees and bowed his head. Even the subordinate beastmen knelt and bowed to me. In the solemn atmosphere, my thing almost shriveled for a moment. If the woman's thighs had been just a bit colder, my erection would've definitely gone down.

"...Flauros, did you properly understand my words? You're saying I can take your sister and violate her?"

"Andras, your power seems to far exceed me. The number of ★s shown by Lord Solomon's grace proves it. Though not much time has passed since our tribe won the battle against 65th rank... even in perfect condition, we would have lost to you."

Flauros readily admitted their forces were weaker than mine. No wonder the beastmen's bodies had many small wounds—while I was raiding 72nd rank, Flauros must have suffered an uprising from the rank below.

I'd attacked right after Flauros fought an all-out battle with the demon directly below and was exhausted.

'Jackpot.'

Thanks to that, I could easily conquer the dungeon. Thanks to that, I could make Flauros quickly give up fighting and submit. Thanks to that, I could very easily seize Flauros's dungeon.

"...."

But what was this emptiness? The moment Flauros shouted 'Give me time to think!', my plan to strip off the skirt and stick my dick inside to violate the woman during thinking time vanished like bubbles.

[Seizure Battle: 'Rok Grimfang Shek' has seized 'Flauros's' dungeon.]

[Register as subordinate dungeon - Register as separate dungeon. Can dispatch subordinates to operate as second dungeon.]

[Absorb as sub-dungeon - Gather dungeon essence into Dimension Stone to make one. Can create new sub-dungeon inside own dungeon.]

[Register as 'Flauros' - Relocate all existing facilities to that dungeon and register as Solomon's 64th dungeon. (Cannot select)]

[This is a dungeon of lower rank than current rank.]

'Even the system is telling me. That it's over.'

I pulled my dick from the beastwoman with regret and straightened my pants. The solemn and grave atmosphere, the system's urging, and Lune's glare waiting behind the door to ambush—I couldn't enjoy the woman's thighs any longer for all these reasons.

"...Register as subordinate dungeon."

[Notice: Organizing Flauros dungeon as subordinate dungeon.]

[All monsters of Flauros have become your subordinates.]

[All facilities of Flauros dungeon have become your facilities.]

[Gained authority to grant the name 'Flauros' to subordinate.]

Whooom.

Green began seeping into the red aura surrounding the entire Flauros dungeon. It felt like green magic was seeping into all subordinates including Flauros himself.

[Flauros's Dungeon]

Rank: D-rank

Danger Level: 62

Capacity: 30 / 41

Prisoners: 0 / 9

"Oho."

I could see Flauros dungeon's information and all subordinates' information through the system. The structure of Flauros dungeon spreading in four directions centered on the middle cavity was extremely straightforward.

Straight passages.

The passage made in straight lines to the heart where I now stood had clearings here and there for subordinates to intercept, but showed no particular traps. There actually weren't any traps coming in either.

"Straightforward, huh."

"M-Master..."

Lune peeked her head out from behind the door. I turned my head and silently shouted at Lune through ventriloquism to be quiet.

"Don't come out...! What if something goes wrong...!"

"No, um... Flauros is waiting right now."

At Lune's words, I turned my head back to Flauros. Flauros had his neck stretched stiffly with eyes closed, waiting for something.

"What are you doing?"

"Behead me. The defeated have nothing to say."

"Well, it's not like I had no thought of killing..."

It wasn't like I had absolutely no thought of massacring everyone if they acted up and filling it anew with my troops, but if they entered my legion without any damage like this, there was no particular reason to kill.

[Submission: Worry for family's safety, responsibility as tribal chief, respect for the strong. Flauros suppressed anger toward you who didn't kill any subordinates and submitted. If he can save his beloved family and tribe by offering his own life, Flauros will gladly offer his neck anytime. However, if you kill even one person, Flauros will try to kill you with his life on the line.]

'Similar type to Brug...'

Brug is strong but Flauros is weak. Ultimately weaker than me, the strong one, so forced into an unreasonable choice, Flauros tried to protect his tribespeople's safety with his blood.

"Flauros. Raise your head. Let me ask you something."

I clenched my fist. The tattoo began glowing red, and Flauros raised his head according to my command.

"You, good at fighting?"

"...I personally clawed and killed 65th rank Andrealphusto death with these claws. I'm the strongest in our tribe."

"Then next question. If you fought me 1-on-1, could you beat me?"

"...It would be impossible. However, I don't fight based on odds."

Flauros's hair began blazing again.

"Andras, strong one. If you touch even a hair of our tribe, I'll thrust my claws at you with my life on the line. Even if my head flies off, I'll at least leave one claw mark on your face."

"I already fondled your sister's pubes though?"

"...It's a metaphor, a metaphor. Correcting."

Flauros's expression soured. Lune, who'd approached beside me, also didn't look too pleased. I felt awkwardly embarrassed and handed the woman still in my grasp to Lune.

"Lune. Make sure 'Amur' doesn't cause a scene even when she wakes up."

"Yes. By the way, Master, an orc is an orc after all."

"...It's not like that. It's like a procedure for recruiting subordinates. Why are you looking so pleased? I said it's not like that."

"Yes, yes. I'll take it that way. Then Master, be careful. This is my encouragement."

Smooch.

Lune scurried over and cast a victory buff. I felt awkwardly embarrassed, wiped my cheeks with my hand, and pushed Lune's forehead with my finger.

"...Stop joking."

I took three steps toward Flauros. Flauros was still kneeling, but was steadying his breath after reading my intention.

"Listen well, Flauros. I'm the one who rules the Legion of Wrath. I'm Rok, commander of the legion with Andras and Gremory as masters under me. I seized Andras's dungeon to become dungeon master, and caught Gremory to make her my subordinate."

"...!!"

"I'll use this entire dungeon as a trench to block those climbing from below. For that, I need a dungeon administrator—'Flauros'—to guard this trench."

Clink.

I untied the strap of the axe slung on my back.

"Stand up, Flauros. From now on, I'll assess your strength. Not the system, but I'll personally see your fighting skills."

"...I see. This is a chance to prove my name? Good, Master of Wrath!"

Flames blazed across Flauros's entire body.

"My name is Flauros! Tribal chief of the [Blaze Pantera] tribe! I'll prove my strength now!"

"Yeah. Come at me ready to kill."

I gripped the axe tightly.

Flauros. Lv.55. ★★★.

"Whether you keep your name or become hide. Everything depends on today's fight."

Satisfy me and keep your name; fail and become leopard hide underwear. I ran toward Flauros holding the axe.

Yielding first attack to the underdog—

"No yielding!"

I struck down the axe raised high toward Flauros.

***

First impression was the worst.

After blocking the uprising caused by Andrealphus, the portal that opened consecutively was to Andras's dungeon, one rank higher. Not even ashamed that a higher-tier being was attacking a lower-ranked dungeon, Andras—the green orc—attacked the dungeon without hesitation.

And the power he showed was impressive even to Flauros. Holding Slime Dragons on both sides that Flauros himself could only lift with full strength, doing a whirlwind—as a fellow demon, it was respectable.

But the base and cowardly acts he showed were unacceptable.

Capturing and violating his sister—Amur—was something Flauros couldn't help but be furious about. But Flauros was weaker than Andras, weaker than the green orc.

Clang, clang!

Every time axe blade and claws clashed, the claws felt like they'd break. Not breaking would've been strange. The orc wasn't even using half the strength that shattered the iron door's bolt with one kick.

Because even that half strength could beat him. Flauros couldn't understand how someone with such power would do the vile act of violating and taking his sister hostage.

So he had to prove.

That those with great power should have fitting dignity. Like Baal or Barbatos, who despite having overwhelming strength alone, were humble and prudent with gravitas.

"Is this all you've got?!"

But the orc only used that gravitas to press down from above. Not a trace of solemnity, acting like a thug as if dignity could go to hell. And his claws couldn't endure the worn axe.

Clang, clang!

Sparks flew as axe blade and claws clashed. The orc continued his offensive regardless of Flauros's heat. Every clash forced Flauros back half a step, one step. The axe blade the orc struck down was too heavy.

"WOOOH!!"

But Flauros had to endure that weight. If he was defeated so helplessly, his tribe's fate was obvious. The new Flauros to appear would humiliate his tribe, and his sister would become the orc's plaything. So he had to prove with his life.

That Flauros, that Flauros's forces were never weak. Flauros's entire body began blazing red.

"I can't lose----!!"

"Ah, right. Hey, sorry."

Crack! Flauros's claws shattered. The orc held the axe upside down with an indifferent face.

"My daughter probably gave birth by now. Sorry but gotta go."

Thwack—

The axe struck Flauros's crown. Flauros felt despair at the orc's indifferent, uncaring eyes.

'Ah, I ultimately.'

"Rest easy now."

Flauros lost consciousness as his vision turned red.

***

"This bastard would be damn strong if he just evolved to 4-star... Hey, you guys watch your heads. I'll dispatch a supervisor later, so for now you guys guard the dungeon yourselves."

I tossed the unconscious Flauros to the leopard beastmen prostrating beside him. Flauros got hit in the crown with the axe back, not the blade, and survived without dying.

"Master, you're sparing him?"

"He's pretty useful. If he fights for his life against me like that, he'll guard this dungeon on his own. Now, let's go."

I picked up Flauros's sister, Amur.

"Master, are you taking her to...?"

"I wonder. My lower half's so busy I doubt I'll even touch her, but gotta take her for now."

Couldn't the subordinates touch Amur while Flauros was away? I plopped Amur into Lime. Lime took her into its body as if becoming Amur's clothes, and sat atop rested and recovered Slime Dragon Unit 1.

"Got the spoils, got useful subordinates. Most of all, got useful real estate."

"Real estate?"

"Yeah. Real estate."

I raised my head high. The cavity with a ceiling far higher than our dungeon's cavity easily exceeded a 4-story building.

"Perfect timing since I had someone idle."

The ultimate reinforcement for the relatively weak-powered Flauros.

"Then let's return. Gotta go... check if it's a grandson or granddaughter."

Would a pretty warrior be born resembling mom, or would a pretty priest come out resembling dad? That could only be known by cracking the egg directly.

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