CHAPTER 70: END

TASK COMPLETE.

The rune circle beneath them ignited into gold, the Trial Board shattering mid-air, its letters combusting into radiant light.

Kota roared, flame bursting along his blade, wings of magic exploding from his armor. His shield flared, folding inward, replaced by a burning sigil over his heart that pulsed with their triumph.

The boss shrieked, its molten form staggering, wounded by their unified release.

Kota sprinted, his sword raised overhead, and drove it straight through the creature’s chest, the blade sinking deep, black ichor spraying as the beast screamed, its body convulsing.

The room erupted in a blaze of gold and red, the chains binding the arena dissolving, the runes fading into silence.

The map of the dungeon—complete.

The girls collapsed, panting and trembling, their bodies slick with sweat and release.

Aika’s glasses fogged, her breasts heaving as she lay sprawled, her cunt and ass still quivering.

Miki slumped forward, her pussy dripping, her ass red from Reina’s thrusts.

Reina stood, her harness glistening, her violet eyes soft with awe and pride.

Kota staggered, his sword glowing, his body spent but triumphant, the sigil on his chest a testament to their victory.

The boss crumbled, its molten form dissolving into ash, the chamber falling silent as the final trial was conquered.

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The boss was gone, its molten-red form reduced to a mass of black shards and golden mist that sank into the obsidian floor with a hiss, dissolving into nothingness.

The chamber fell silent, the pulsing runes extinguished, the Trial Board shattered, the glyphs dark.

The only sound was the ragged, human breathing of four survivors—Miki, Reina, Aika, and Kota—each grappling with the weight of their triumph.

Kota collapsed to one knee, his rune-etched sword hitting the stone with a dull clatter, its glow fading.

Sweat and blood soaked his skin, his cracked obsidian armor gleaming faintly, but his hands no longer trembled.

His dark eyes burned with quiet resolve, his chest heaving as he fought to steady his breath.

The girls weren’t screaming or fucking now.

They crawled toward him, their bodies bruised, slick, and trembling from the trials.

Miki reached him first, her sun-tanned skin flushed, her orange ponytail a mess, her busty chest heaving with overstimulation and triumph.

She flung her arms around his shoulders, clinging to him like a lifeline, her voice raw and trembling.

"We did it... we did it, Kota..." Her naked body pressed against his, her warmth a quiet anchor in the aftermath.

Reina followed, her movements slow, almost reverent, her long black hair disheveled, her thigh-high socks clinging to her trembling legs.

Her breasts rose with each heavy breath, her violet eyes soft with awe.

She dropped to her knees beside him, resting her forehead against his shoulder, her silence a testament to her respect and exhaustion.

Aika came last, her bare skin glistening, her long brown hair clinging to her sweat-slicked shoulders, her glasses fogged but her gaze sharp with pride.

She knelt across from him, her lips parted as if to speak, her full breasts still flushed from their shared climax.

Her steel resolve softened, a rare vulnerability flickering in her eyes.

The chamber shifted.

A bright, artificial chime rang out, joyous and jarring in the silence.

Glowing panels materialized around the arena’s edges—floating HUDs flashing golden letters:

MAP CLEARED

CONGRATULATIONS, WARRIORS.

THE TRIAL OF FLESH AND STEEL HAS BEEN COMPLETED.

YOU HAVE DEFEATED THE CORE BOSS.

A larger screen appeared above the center, its words searing the air:

TOTAL PARTICIPANTS SURVIVED: 4

REWARD ISSUED.

Another chime echoed, and four shimmering glyphs unfurled, forming radiant coins of light that hovered before each of them.

Miki’s eyes widened, her breath catching as they solidified into glowing checks, stamped in bold gold.

REWARD: ¥100,000,000

STATUS: GRANTED. FUNDS TRANSFERRED.

Miki gasped, her voice trembling with disbelief.

"That’s... that’s real money? Like real real?" Her sun-tanned fingers clutched at Kota’s arm, her naked body still trembling with aftershocks.

Kota nodded slowly, staring at the symbol floating above his hand, its glow reflecting in his dark eyes. "That’s a deposit marker. It’s linked to our accounts."

Aika blinked, her stoic facade cracking with stunned surprise.

"They never mentioned money before..." Her voice was soft, her bare breasts rising with a shaky breath, her glasses slipping slightly as she processed the reward.

A final notification descended, its words glowing like a closing curtain:

MAP EXIT GRANTED

RETURN TO YOUR WORLD IS NOW PERMITTED.

THANK YOU FOR PLAYING.

HOPE YOU HAVE ENJOYED.

At the far end of the chamber, a single archway formed—cut from white stone, rimmed in gold, pulsing softly with warm, inviting light.

It was beautiful, a beacon of freedom leading upward, out of the dungeon’s depths.

Kota exhaled, his shoulders sagging—not in defeat, but in profound relief.

His sword rested against the stone, its runes dim but victorious.

Reina sat down beside him, her naked body spent, her violet eyes soft but regal.

"It’s over," she said, her voice quiet, a rare gentleness breaking through her usual reserve.

Aika’s lips curved into a faint, genuine smile, her glasses glinting as she met Kota’s gaze.

"You beat the game, Kota," she said, her voice steady, laced with pride.

Miki rolled onto her back, staring at the now-dark ceiling, her sun-tanned skin glowing with sweat.

"I’m gonna buy, like, seven houses," she said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and giddy triumph.

They laughed, the sound raw and real, their breaths mingling in the quiet chamber.

They let themselves believe it—the nightmare was over.

They’d survived.

They were going home, bound by a unity forged in the crucible of flesh and steel.

The white-gold arch shimmered as they stepped through, its light curling around their skin like warm silk, a stark contrast to the dungeon’s oppressive heat.

Kota led the way, his rune-etched sword slung across his back, its weight a lingering reminder of their trials.

His grip had loosened, but his body still carried tension, muscles taut as if unsure how to release the fight.