"Whew-finally... home safe."
Once he officially stepped into the Dungeon and felt his talent take effect, Greg felt safer than he ever had before.
Although the world above was filled with sunshine, delicious food, and people, his negative ten luck still made this dark, damp place feel more like home.
"I wonder when Sylvia fell for me."
Recalling Sylvia's sudden, bold move in the Central Courtyard that afternoon, Greg still felt his mouth go dry.
He followed the familiar path toward camp, thinking back on it with lingering unease.
The situation really had caught him off guard.
Fortunately, his unwavering dream of having a harem had allowed him to force his instincts down with reason and barely muddle through.
Now that he had calmed down a little more, he was even more relieved by the wise decision he had made.
On the way back, he had suddenly remembered that his important companion, the Ex-Curry Stick, which should have accompanied him as he conquered this other world, was still wrapped in a holy-light effect thanks to divine punishment, constantly emitting pure white light like an LED strip!
So until he could get the Church of Light's current Saintess to fix that problem, he could not send the Ex-Curry Stick on any cave-exploration missions.
This was a disgrace to transmigrators everywhere!
Greg roared inwardly in grief and indignation.
He did not even dare imagine what would have happened if he had acted on impulse that afternoon, lost his head under Sylvia's direct assault, and followed the mood by taking her back to camp. Their feelings would have deepened, the atmosphere would have heated up, and sparks would have flown. Just as he was about to ready his spear and mount up, displaying a transmigrator's virility, he would have looked down-
Shing!
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