Chapter 117

Posted by Kuze, ? Views, Released on March 7, 2025

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Perka was an ordinary realist.

She didn’t believe in gods, didn’t think there was a heaven or hell, and didn’t believe in an afterlife. What was happening right in front of her was more important than anything else.

If she had to believe in something, it might be the spirit of an artifact that the dwarves habitually talked about?

That was the reason she had heard it so often from her father and acquaintances. Even that belief only reached the level of “Maybe it exists.”

Now, Perka was seriously contemplating her reincarnation.

“Did I… perhaps sell my country in my previous life?”

That couldn’t be right.

Perka saw Carami for the first time now.

Not particularly interested in the world’s happenings, she had only learned about the slave god from the conversations of the guards just a few days ago.

Moreover, the shivers of the guards when they mentioned the slave god. The attitude they displayed when handing Perka over to Carami.

From that alone, she could tell just how terrible a person Carami was.

And that Carami.

Out of all the many slaves.

Of all things.

Had chosen Perka.

From Perka’s perspective, it was not strange to suspect she had committed evil deeds in her previous life.

She might have been a horrific serial killer.

Perhaps a monster that ate men.

Having eaten so many men, the consequence was that in this life, Perka’s soul was tainted with a male spirit. That’s why she, as a woman, was hearing those words meant for a servant boy!

“What will happen to me now?”

She had heard that the slave god only rescued female slaves to play with them roughly, then killed them in the end. If that was the case, Perka’s fate would be the same…!

“I’ll leave your clothes outside. Please wash up at your leisure.”

“Ah, understood!”

Perka answered promptly to the voice coming from outside the bathroom.

Right now, Perka was soaking in the tub.

She had sweated profusely while working in the mines and hadn’t had the time to wash properly. Her body and clothes were soaked in sweat.

Because of that, even if she pinched her nose, the awful stench would still seep in, and when Carami slightly frowned at that, Perka, who had grown up hearing people refer to her as a boy, was shocked nonetheless.

Sniff, sniff.

Various herbs and oils filled the bathtub.

The aromatic smell was something she had never encountered in her life.

She immediately recognized it was quite an expensive item.

A natural question arose.

“Aren’t they treating me a bit too well…?”

She had imagined Carami as a degenerate but was completely different from her expectations.

So much so it confused her.

However, Perka’s perception of Carami did not change that easily. Perka clearly remembered what Carami had told her.

“I’ll send you deep below.”

What could that mean?

The only thing that came to mind was being buried alive.

“Dad, I’m sorry. Still, if I’m buried underground, it’d be close. Please come to visit me sometimes if you’re bored.”

As she organized her will in her mind, Perka got out of the tub and dried herself off. With a towel wrapped around her body, she slightly opened the door. As promised by Carami, new clothes were laid out right in front of the door.

Women’s underwear and a pure white dress.

Given that she didn’t know the right sizes, this was Carami’s judgment that nothing was better than a dress.

Perka felt extremely uncomfortable.

The dwarven physique wasn’t as elongated as that of humans, and above all, Perka had never worn a dress, let alone a skirt.

That said, she couldn’t walk around naked, and slaves couldn’t be picky about their clothes…

With her eyes tightly closed, Perka wore the dress and exited the bathroom.

“Oh, you’re all washed up?”

“Yes, yes….”

“Indeed, you look much better than before washing. But why are you standing like that?”

Carami tilted her head, seemingly not understanding the reason at all.

Perka’s awkward posture.

She couldn’t stay still for a moment, fidgeting and tugging at the hem of the dress repeatedly.

“My, my legs feel… empty…”

At home, she had never felt anything while walking around naked, but now just showing her bare legs felt shameful enough to want to die.

When the wind blew under the hem of the dress, tickling her thighs.

“Eek?!”

Perka let out a shrill scream.

Had the air been this cool?!

She wanted nothing more than to sit right down.

In truth, Carami was well aware that Perka’s femininity was quite low. Even though she wasn’t the main slave, she was an important sub-slave whose growth had been significant during the game’s era.

If she had been given pants and a shirt instead of a dress, their relationship could have formed much more smoothly, but that was absolutely not allowed.

Perka possessed characteristics of a tomboy often seen in subcultures.

The faint scars on her cheeks.

Her manner of speaking was rough.

She had grown up doing labor, and her limbs were solid with minor muscles.

Her brown ponytail, tied casually, was stiff from neglect.

Yet, in spite of that, she had a rather audacious figure.

Dwarven physiques had evolved to be optimized for underground living. They were short enough to fit easily through narrow tunnels in the mines.

However, those who mined ores and worked as blacksmiths had thick bones and bodies built robustly.

But Perka differed from the common dwarves. She was a half-dwarf, born from the union of a dwarf and a human.

Even though her growth had completely ended, she was still small enough to rival Mirabel and had a frame as slender as that of human women.

At first glance, she could easily be mistaken for a young human girl, but despite her small stature, she was an adult and indeed a dwarf.

As proof, there were the distinctive large breasts of dwarf women, proudly occupying her chest. In crude terms, a “loli big breast.” Though her body was small, her bust was large, making it stand out all the more!

A “loli big breast” with a tomboy personality.

To put such a woman in a flowing dress?

“Wow~”

Carami couldn’t help but marvel internally.

Just look at how she fidgets restlessly and blushes.

To be honest, having her wear it was much more visually appealing both artistically and as a source of desire. It’s often referred to as female corruption.

However, forcing someone to wear it has its own allure.

Just look at her blushing red like a beet, her eyes sharp and glaring over here. Being in such a state of low immunity means you get to witness a pure 100% reaction!

“Hehehehe.”

Carami smiled sinisterly while watching Perka.

Perka had to feel with every fiber of her being that the rumors surrounding the slave god weren’t exaggerated.

***

Dwarves.

They are one of the key representatives of the various races in fantasy worlds alongside elves and beastmen. Even in Taosul, dwarf slaves are crucial manpower.

Dwarves are known for their outstanding craftsmanship.

By nurturing dwarf slaves, one can create furniture and buildings necessary for managing a tycoon without needing to purchase them directly. They can even attach additional effects during the crafting process.

Moreover, it’s possible to create the highest-grade equipment and accessories that the characters wear.

“That’s why each dwarf has their own dedicated tree.”

Some for furniture.

Some for equipment.

Some for accessories.

Dwarf slaves are an essential type of slave that must be raised to match a character’s end specs.

However, the reason I bought Perka was not to create items.

Though she wasn’t main character level, she was a sub-character with her own story, linked to the story of the fourth main character.

The first connection point is in the dwarves’ holy land.

The underground city of Doomheim.

It was also the hometown that Perka longed to return to.

“Th-this is…!”

After bringing Perka out, we took a carriage straight to Doomheim.

As we got closer to Doomheim, Perka’s excitement surged dramatically upon our arrival. Her mouth dropped open wide.

Perhaps she hadn’t even thought that she would return home. Of course, considering that, Doomheim was spectacular enough to elicit gasps.

If the elves lived in enormous trees of the great forest, dwarves built their cities by digging into the underground.

A vast network of endless caverns.

A colossal dark stone arch stretched endlessly overhead, and luminescent stones dotted the sky like stars, lighting up the deep darkness below in golden hues.

It seemed that someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder designed the city, as the black stone buildings were erected without a single error, following straight lines and perfect alignment.

Every household was equipped with its own smithy, and bearded blacksmiths hammered away at iron.

And in the heart of the city.

A gigantic furnace reminiscent of a volcano.

Just as blood flows through veins reaching all corners of the body, molten metal boiling up like lava flows through the city’s veins, the forges of the entire city.

An eternal flame that never extinguishes.

The magnificent structure revered by dwarves as their guardian deity.

It was the heart of Magmora.

“That’s it.”

Seeing it for real was incredibly impressive.

Even I, not a dwarf, was filled with awe unlike anything I had felt before.

“Shall we go?”

“…”

“Perka?”

Lost in a daze, Perka answered in a fluster.

“Yes, yes? Did you call for me?!”

“Let’s go.”

“Um, where are you referring to?”

“We have to meet Lady Perka’s father.”

***

“Hey, look at that. Isn’t that Perka?”

“What kind of nonsense is that? It’s already been half a year since Perka went missing.”

“No, look over there! That’s definitely Perka!”

The dwarves’ gazes focused on one spot.

In the underground street illuminated by luminescent stone streetlights, a human man walked with a fidgety dwarf girl trailing behind him.

She couldn’t stay still for a moment, glancing around nervously, tugging at the hem of her dress as if she had committed a crime.

“Are you blind? There’s no way that’s Perka. She wouldn’t wear such a girly dress. It would be more believable for an elf to declare the World Tree is just an ordinary tree.”

“The World Tree is indeed just a big tree. Well, look closely! Look at her face, her hair, even the scars on her cheeks. It’s exactly like Perka!”

“…Huh?”

It was real.

No matter how much they looked, there was no mistaking it; it was indeed Perka.

The missing Perka had returned.

But who was that human man?

No, more importantly, it was the fact that Perka was wearing a dress like a girl.

Her body may be female, but her soul felt like it belonged to a male.

In that moment, Perka’s skin flushed deeply red. Her inability to remain still and her fidgeting movements were undeniably those of a shy female.

“What on earth happened?”

“I wouldn’t know.”

Had she gone out to train or something?