Chapter 89: Siloque, Never Yield

Siloque never imagined.

That one day he would experience the treatment of a female protagonist in a Minotaur work.

He couldn’t help but reflect on his past and present life, wondering what sins he had committed.

Killing some Minotaurs and scum—does that count as evil?

I won’t admit it.

My conscience is clear.

Then, it’s the malice of the world.

Don’t ask. If you must, blame the world and time.

“Miss, let’s get closer and deepen our relationship. Which school do you go to? So young, yet already venturing into the Dungeon, and so cute, too.”

The Middle-aged Uncle panted heavily as he leaned in.

Siloque could smell the greasy stench of smoke and alcohol.

The man’s thick tongue stretched out, as if he wanted to kiss him.

“.Don’t…”

Siloque felt his own voice sounded too easily provoking to a criminal’s mind and desire for abuse.

A strong piece of evidence was that the Middle-aged Uncle’s mouth split into a grin, yellow teeth drooling.

Calm down.

Think of a solution.

Having never even held a girl’s hand, how could I avoid having my first kiss stolen by a strange, unknown uncle in five seconds?

Is there any way to escape this situation?

Your body is weak, powerless, but your consciousness is still clear.

Think of any Cards you can still use.

Skills…, using this is meaningless.

It increases defense but doesn’t turn your whole body to stone. If possible, I’d really like to become a rock.

The Middle-aged Uncle was only ten centimeters away, takes too long to charge, and using it would send me straight to the station.

The real disaster is that when Siloque tried to mobilize the Magic inside his body—there was no response at all.

Both Skills and Talents were completely disabled.

Only four centimeters left.

I can’t just sit here and wait for death. I won’t let you succeed so easily.

At the very least, I won’t let you feel good about it.

Betting everything, he leaned back with all his might, instantly pulling the distance to thirty centimeters—

Seeing Siloque lean back sharply, the Middle-aged Uncle didn’t panic. He wanted to see how this frail girl would struggle.

The next moment.

Thud!!

A heavy dull sound exploded as Siloque’s headbutt slammed into the Middle-aged Uncle’s forehead.

“Ugh—!! It hurts…”

The sudden pain made the Middle-aged Uncle’s phone slip from his hand.

He clamped his right hand over his mouth to stifle his scream, left hand clutching his bleeding forehead, eyes filled with terror.

“What are you doing!”

In contrast, Siloque’s forehead was smooth and unscathed.

The force was mutual, yet he didn’t feel any pain, only that it was like hitting a thin, crispy chip.

Looking at the twisted, agonized face of the Middle-aged Uncle, Siloque understood.

Even in this extremely weakened state, with less than 10% of his usual strength, he could still hurt this uncle.

Is this lecherous man actually a low-level person?

Ding-ling-ling——

The alarm on the bracelet rang.

“!”

The Middle-aged Uncle rushed to turn off the alarm, not wanting to attract attention.

But he clearly didn’t know—the bracelet could only be operated by its owner.

Before he could reach it, another girl hurried over, grabbed Siloque’s hand, lit up the bracelet screen, and turned off the alarm.

“Who are you! Stay out of this.”

The Middle-aged Uncle said, retreating slightly.

The girl with twin ponytails and light yellow hair was panting, sweat covering her flushed face, clearly having expended much effort rushing here.

“.Hill.”

Siloque whispered the girl’s name.

Thank goodness you’re safe.

And—

Saved!

My first kiss was almost lost!

A few seconds later, Siloque would have gained a Super Psychological Shadow that would make him want to erase his own memories.

“I’m sorry, Onii-chan, Hill was late.”

The girl gently stroked the white-haired (？) girl’s face, the scene warm and tender.

Seeing the two knew each other, the Middle-aged Uncle tried to stealthily pick up his phone and slip away.

“Eh? Where is it? Damn…”

He knelt down searching, but found nothing.

“Are you looking for this, uncle?”

Hill waved the phone in her hand.

She glanced at the photo on the screen and let out a surprised “ah”.

Snow-white thighs pressed by black panties under a skirt, a flat-chested body, white armpits exposed while tying hair like a high school girl, chest beneath lace white underwear—there were many similar images.

Just now, she had stepped onto the Explorer Hall’s tiled floor and saw Onii-chan headbutt the man for reasons unknown.

Now, after seeing these photos, she understood.

This uncle was a bona fide perverted voyeur, a true scum of society.

This uncle got close to Onii-chan, could it be he mistook Onii-chan for a girl and wanted to…

It’s not that she despised the uncle’s filthy behavior—she didn’t care how many girls he photographed, since she didn’t know them anyway. But to target Onii-chan out of everyone…

For that, Hill had only one thing to leave for him…

“Uncle, you’re also a randomly refreshed Human-shaped Monster.”

“Ah ah… That… No, that’s not it, there must be some misunderstanding. Little sister, please give me back my phone, uncle promises never to do this again.”

The Middle-aged Uncle’s eyes darted between the phone and the entrance to the Explorer Hall. Years of his hard work were stored there, not so easily abandoned.

“Haa…”

Hill’s eyes, lacking highlights, were icy cold. Her smile was cruel yet beautiful, and her grip tightened unconsciously.

“.Don’t. The phone… Evidence…”

At Siloque’s reminder, Hill restrained herself from crushing the phone to pieces.

Instead, she grabbed the uncle’s hand.

“Ah? You’ve come around? I can pay you, today’s events…”

The Middle-aged Uncle misunderstood Hill’s smile and actions—

Snap.

“Ahhhhhh———!!!!!!”

A crisp cracking sound, like plastic folding.

Without hesitation, Hill crushed the Middle-aged Uncle’s hand.

The pain of shattered bones made the Middle-aged Uncle scream, his hoarse cries echoing through the hall, his right hand twisted and limp like a broken rag.

There were always many people leaving the Dungeon in the afternoon.

That scream drew a lot of attention, and more people gathered to watch, pointing and whispering.

Staff members began approaching.

Seeing the situation turn, the Middle-aged Uncle covered his face and tried to escape, abandoning the phone for now.

He’d come to the Dungeon just for some extra money—his main job was Company Employee.

If he was recognized in this state, getting dragged to the station aside, his company would definitely fire him… It would ruin his life!

Talent activated [Soap Bubble]

A transparent bubble formed under his feet, and the man slid like a skater through the yet-unclosed circle of people.

“AT… Field Defense.”

Hill raised the small shield on her arm, and after sliding five meters, the man turned 90° toward Hill.

“Ah??…How!”

His sprint didn’t slow as he slammed straight into the small shield.

Duang!!——

The dull thud of flesh against iron plate.

The fierce impact crushed his face, leaving blood and flesh mangled.

His overweight body trembled, then, like a puppet with cut strings, he collapsed to the floor.

Hill had planned to give him a “blooming” combo, but with so many people around, she held back.

Staff quickly approached to ask what happened.

Hill hadn’t wanted to deal with this—she just wanted to take Onii-chan home.

She helped Siloque to his feet.

“.Hill. Let’s… notify the Tuners…”

“Onii-chan?”

Siloque sat up with effort, handed the phone to staff, and signaled for Hill to explain.

“That middle-aged man molested Onii-chan, he’s a habitual pervert, and the phone is evidence.”

Hill finished in under twenty words.

The staff immediately nodded, and several security guards restrained the Middle-aged Uncle and dragged him to the security office.

The cleaning crew swiftly tidied up.

The main goal was to keep him from disturbing the hall’s atmosphere.

Staff apologized to the two, inviting the siblings to wait in a VIP Room for the Tuners and Police to take statements.

“Onii-chan isn’t feeling well, right? Shouldn’t we just go home? Let them handle it themselves.”

“For the sake of a heavier sentence… to make sure he spends real time in prison. If he escapes… many more girls will be molested. I can’t let that bastard go…”

This kind of gaze—frail yet filled with unwavering resolve and determination.

Hill couldn’t resist and hugged Siloque.

“Even after a chastity crisis, you worry about other victims… Onii-chan of justice, so amazing, so cool!”

“Don’t…so close…strength…”

Siloque felt like he was suffocating.

***

By the time Siloque and Hill returned home, it was already 6:14, later than the planned return before 5:30.

“Onii-chan, we’re home. Soon, you’ll have a comfy bed to sleep in.”

“Yeah…”

Hill and Siloque were still wearing their Dungeon gear.

Hill tried to retrieve the key stored in the bracelet.

Because she was carrying Siloque, she missed catching the key as it projected out and it fell to the floor.

She bent to pick it up—

Da-da-da, hurried footsteps approached, and the uneven door burst open.

“They’re too late! I’ll go check the Dungeon side, Cohen, you wait at home—huh?!”

Messy blonde hair and dark skin gave him a delinquent look.

The flustered dad—Claude—came face to face with them.

Seeing Hill, he was first relieved, then turned angry, and upon seeing Siloque’s flushed face and snow-white hair, he became worried.

“You’re finally back… What happened to this brat?”

Claude spoke as he lifted Siloque onto his own back.

“Hill! Little Silo! As long as you’re back, it’s fine.”

Mother Cohen emerged, patting their heads.

“See, I said they’d be fine. Little Silo, what’s with the hair? Did you bleach it out of mood swings?”

Unlike father Claude’s worries, she trusted the siblings completely.

Hill lowered her eyes guiltily.

“Onii-chan overused Magic and then caught a cold? So his hair turned white…”

Their parents were skeptical but ultimately sighed in unison.

Nothing strange happens in the Dungeon.

As long as you come back safely, it’s a win.

“Sorry, dad, mom, we came home too late.”

“Don’t do it again. If you don’t come home at the promised time, I’ll call the police right away.”

Claude warned in his adult, fatherly tone.

“Hill understands…”

“Alright, alright, as long as you know. Hill, come in quickly. Dinner’s ready. Wash your face and eat—you must be exhausted today.”

Cohen smiled, gently stroking her daughter’s back. Hill returned a shy smile.

“Ah, this house really can’t function without me.”

Claude carried Siloque up the stairs.

“How is this brat still so light in high school? Let’s call a doctor first… Sigh, I have to work overtime after dinner. That Chief—always dumps his problems on us! He promised a raise, and if not, I’ll really quit this time. But I still don’t want to go to work…”

He grumbled, taking each step firmly, carrying Siloque back to his room.