I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game [EN]: Chapter 203

Quillan, wearing the two newly crafted SSR-grade equipment pieces, was swallowed by the Slime Emperor.

And not just any SSR-grade equipment. These were brand new, made from the magic core of the named vampire general. The performance and effects were outstanding.

If they get digested like this, the equipment will be gone too.

‘Two SSR equipment pieces are worth more than the combined wages of all those bandits!’

Of course, I have to get them back, my precious SSR equipment!

Thus, the rescue plan was established.

Actually, in the game, hero characters were often eaten, so I had some experience rescuing them before they were digested.

The plan was quickly set, but the problem was that if I told Lucas about this plan, he would surely jump up and down to stop me.

So, I just moved towards the Slime Emperor without saying anything. Lucas, not knowing what was going on, followed me closely.

“Lucas.”

“Yes, my lord.”

“Don’t worry. I’m taking insurance.”

I showed him a magic scroll from my pocket. But Lucas tilted his head, looking like he didn’t understand.

“Huh?”

“Just wait here. Okay?”

Immediately after, I swung my staff right in front of the Slime Emperor, creating a blade of magic.

Whirr!

A boss-level slime monster swallows enemies who prepare threatening means within its close range using a grab pattern.

Either by waiting without doing anything for more than 3 turns.

Or, by openly using magic like this.

Whoosh!

In other words, I’m going to get eaten.

Tentacles burst out from the Slime Emperor’s body, which was hardening, and grabbed my arms and legs.

The monster’s huge mouth opened wide, and I was sucked in instantly.

“M-My loooord?!!”

Ignoring Lucas’s horrified scream, I waved my hand leisurely.

“See you later~”

Glurp!

And just like that, I was swallowed by the Slime Emperor.

***

When I came to my senses, I was inside the slime’s stomach.

Normal slimes just trap and melt their victims inside their gooey bodies, but boss-level slimes, due to their large size, have a separate digestive organ in the form of a cavity similar to a stomach.

This place itself is considered a small-scale dungeon.

“Uwaaaah! It’s so slippery! Help me!”

“Get me out! Get me out of here! I don’t want to die!”

Inside the dark monster’s stomach, the earlier captives were screaming. So noisy.

I took out the [Blue Flame Torch] from my inventory and held it up. The inside of the dark monster’s gut became bright.

“Huh?”

“W-Why is the prince here…?”

When the light suddenly appeared, the surprised bandits all looked at me.

The sight of those burly men with their faces covered in tears and snot wasn’t exactly beautiful.

Quillan, who was huddled in a corner, covering his face with both hands and sobbing, brightened up when he found me.

“Could it be that Your Highness has come to save us personally?!”

I gave him a gentle smile.

“No, I got caught too.”

It was a joke, but the bandits started wailing loudly. Oh, you fools.

“I did come to save you, so stop crying. Penal unit, attention!”

Still, the few days of dungeon training had some effect, as the bandits, while crying, lined up in front of me as soon as I ordered them to attention.

“Listen carefully. In about 7 minutes, digestion will be complete. If we don’t escape by then, we’ll all become a thick, melted stew.”

The floor here is sloshing with acidic liquid.

It’s just sloshing now, but it will gradually rise, and when the time comes, a large amount of acidic liquid will pour out at once and melt us all in an instant.

I spoke coldly to the bandits, who were trembling in attention.

“The Slime Emperor has high regeneration on its outer skin, but damage to its internal organs accumulates reliably. If you consistently deal damage in one direction, we can escape. From now on, attack the direction I indicate.”

I pointed in a suitable direction. It’s not that there’s a specific weak point, but it’s important to concentrate our attacks in one direction.

As soon as the order was given, the bandits began to hammer at the inner wall of the Slime Emperor with fierce momentum.

They were quite desperate, wanting to live. I also extended a magic blade forward and attacked.

“By the way, Your Highness. Did you really come all the way here to save us?”

Quillan, who was diligently swinging his fists to hit the inner wall, asked me, as if he couldn’t believe it. I chuckled.

“Why? Are you surprised?”

“More than surprised, I don’t understand the reason.”

Thump! Thump thump thump!

Quillan glanced at me as he kept swinging his fists and feet.

“Aren’t we just disposable pawns to you? There’s no reason for you to risk your life to save us, is there?”

I snorted.

“I made two new pieces of equipment for you. Do you know how precious they are? I have to recover them.”

“You’re risking your life for mere equipment? That doesn’t make any sense.”

“……”

I shrugged and reluctantly told him.

“I save people.”

“?”

“I kill monsters and save people.”

It’s a little embarrassing, but that’s my true intention.

“This is the only principle I pursue on this front line.”

“Save people…?”

Quillan’s voice trembled with bewilderment.

“We’re just a penal unit made up of prisoners? You’d save us too?”

“Aren’t penal units people too?”

I retorted bluntly, and Quillan pointed to his red hair.

“You can tell by my hair color. I’m a mixed-blood with the blood of a different race. And it’s the blood of the most despised beastmen…”

“Are different races not people, you bastard?”

Thwack! Thud!

The magic blade shattered. I gasped for breath and summoned the next blade.

“If they’re within my reach, if I can save them with my power, then I’ll save them. That’s all. I’m exhausted, so don’t argue.”

“……”

Quillan, who was staring blankly at me, muttered.

“You, I didn’t see you that way, but you’re an absurd fool.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“I’ve seen many people who spout all sorts of high-sounding reasons, but you’re the first person I’ve seen crawl into a monster’s belly to keep your own beliefs. And that belief is ‘to save people’……”

Quillan’s fist struck the spot where my magic blade was embedded.

As Quillan’s fist fell, my magic blade was embedded there.

We were already exchanging breaths and hitting the same point alternately, as if we had made a promise. The monster’s insides were being torn apart.

“Why, do I look a little cool now? Do you want to believe in me and follow me sincerely?”

“Honestly, you’re pretty damn cool…”

Quillan groaned and looked down at his feet.

“I think we need to get out of here alive before we can believe in you or do the boogie. At this rate, we’re all going to die.”

The acidic liquid had already risen past our ankles and below our knees.

There wasn’t much time left. Maybe 3 minutes at most. And the damage was insufficient to break through the stomach wall.

‘No choice.’

I was going to save it for later, but I have to use it now.

“You said you were lucky, Quillan?”

I threw the glove I took out of my inventory to Quillan.

“Prove it.”

Quillan, who had caught the glove in a daze, looked down at it with a puzzled expression. It was a black leather glove with metal studs.

“What… is this?”

“[Lucky Strike].”

Heh.

A smirk formed on my lips without me realizing it.

“It’s the luckiest equipment in this world.”

SSR-grade fighter weapon, [Lucky Strike].

It randomly draws damage between 0 and 777 with a slot machine, the epitome of a luck-based weapon.

The reason I sealed this weapon was not only because there was a high probability of low damage, but also because the risk was too great if 000, a fumble, appeared in the damage slot judgment.

If a 000 judgment appears, I, the attacker, would receive massive damage instead. Last time, all the bones in my left arm were shattered.

This risk was too great, so I had sealed it away, but what about Quillan?

“With your [Strong Luck], it’s an equipment worth using.”

Quillan’s trait, [Strong Luck], eliminates critical failures in judgments.

In other words, it eliminates the probability of a 000 damage, fumble, which is the biggest drawback of [Lucky Strike].

The damage will fluctuate, but at least he can fight without the risk of his arm being shattered.

“I don’t know how great this glove is, but… I’m not one to refuse a gift.”

Quillan, who had tightened the glove, smiled fiercely and pulled his fist back.

“And, you asked if I’m lucky? Haha, of course, I’m incredibly lucky!”

A red aura wrapped around his fist, and then it was powerfully thrust forward.

“Because a great person like you came all the way here to save a nobody like me! I’m already lucky!”

Thump!

The moment Quillan’s fist touched the wall of the slime’s stomach, the damage slot in the corner of my vision began to spin.

0, 2, 4!

24 damage. A lower number than the average damage of a fighting weapon.

But Quillan’s fists were fast. Quillan, who had quickly retracted his fist, thrust his left and right fists forward like a storm.

Thump!

0, 2, 1!

Thump!

0, 1, 7!

Thump!

0, 1, 4!

Thump! Thump! Thump thump thump!

Dozens of punches pounded the monster’s stomach wall.

‘9 damage, 7 damage, 6 damage, 4 damage…’

But for some reason, the damage was decreasing.

With less than a minute left before the wave of acidic liquid hits this stomach, the acidic liquid had already risen to our waists.

0, 0, 1!

0, 0, 1!

0, 0, 1!

Quillan’s fists were now only dealing 1 damage.

‘Is there some kind of correction in Lucky Strike that lowers the damage in inverse proportion to the number of uses?’

But even if there is such a reverse correction in the system,

If there is even a sliver of possibility, you have to break through it to be truly strong luck.

If you are truly a ‘man with incredibly good luck’.

Quillan has to prove it right now.

Thud! Thud! Thwack!

Now, with less than 30 seconds left before we are swallowed.

“I am, the miracle Quillan…”

With the acidic liquid reaching his chest, Quillan’s fist, pulled back, emitted a clear red light.

“Do you think I’ll die in a place like this?!!”

Quillan’s fist, which was shot out, fiercely struck the stomach wall,

Ding-!

The damage slot spun around, and then created a three-digit number.

7, 7, 7!

…It actually came up.

I, who was staring at the system window with wide eyes, shouted without realizing it.

“Jackpot-!”

[Congratulations!]

[☆★☆JACKPOT!★☆★]

Thump! Thump thump thump!

Fireworks celebrating the jackpot exploded brilliantly around the system interface.

And the next moment,

Whoosh-!

Quillan’s fist emitted a colorful stream of light, and with a tremendous gust of wind, tore the monster’s stomach wall to shreds, creating a hole.

Outside the hole was the top of the castle wall. The acidic liquid poured out through the hole in the stomach wall, and bright sunlight poured in.

“Uwaaaaaa!”

“We’re alive!”

We all scrambled out of the Slime Emperor’s stomach without any order.

The Slime Emperor was quickly repairing the large hole in its belly.

I, who had rolled out covered in acidic liquid, shouted at the top of my lungs.

“Junior! Fire-!”

Junior, who was waiting, immediately activated his ultimate skill [Elemental Disassembly].

A halo like an angel’s ring appeared above the Slime Emperor and shone brightly, and a bright stream of light poured down on the area.

Crack-!

The next moment, a crack appeared in the air as if a mirror was breaking, and then shattered into pieces.

At the same time, all the magical elements around the Slime Emperor were ‘disassembled’ at once.

This is [Elemental Disassembly].

The ultimate debuff magic that grinds down the target’s magic stat to negative values.

Now that the Slime Emperor’s magic defense has fallen below 0, it will take true damage and additional damage from all magic attacks!

“Reina! What are you spacing out for!”

I yelled at Reina, who was gaping at this ultimate magic.

“Finish it-!”

Reina, who had belatedly come to her senses, swung her arms wide.

Whoooosh!

Sharp, blade-shaped winds poured out from all directions.

The precise wind blades avoided the surrounding soldiers and hit the Slime Emperor directly.

The magic division commander’s full-power attack magic hit the Slime Emperor in a situation where its magic defense was reduced to negative values.

Boooooooom…!

There was no way it could survive.

The Slime Emperor, trembling, poured out jelly-like fluids in all directions, and then lost its elasticity and collapsed limply.

Boss kill, successful.

“Haa… I’m alive.”

Only then did I relax and slump down on the floor. Quillan also collapsed next to me.

“Today is a lucky day…”

I was dumbfounded when I heard Quillan’s mutter, and I looked down at the face of the bandit king.

Even though his whole body was soaked in acidic liquid and looked red and blotchy as if he had been burned, Quillan was grinning.

I chuckled without realizing it.

“Yeah, today is a lucky day.”

No one died.

That alone made today an incredibly lucky day.