I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 137

Chapter 137
**There Was More Than One Beauty**

The place where Iris had gotten lost was a ‘dungeon.’ However, it wasn’t the same type as the old man’s dungeon.

While the old man’s dungeon was an ancient, traditional one, the dungeon in which Iris was now wandering was an evolved type known as the Dungeon of Enchantment.

The Dungeon of Enchantment lured its prey inside by bewitching their minds. By the time they regained their senses, they would find themselves standing in the middle of a maze with paths stretching endlessly in both directions.

Dozens of branching paths, occasional monsters, mentally corrosive debuffs, and an ever-shifting labyrinth where retracing your steps never led you back to where you started.

This was the nature of the Dungeon of Enchantment—once you entered, there was no leaving.

Normally, a Dungeon of Enchantment would ensnare any ‘human’ that passed nearby, but this dungeon was different. The woman, with the old man’s help, had altered its conditions.

The new condition was as follows:
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Instead of any ‘human’ passing nearby, it would lure in ‘virgin women of exceptional beauty who had experienced their first menstruation.’

Since the standard of beauty was based on the woman’s own judgment, only women as beautiful as Iris would be drawn into the dungeon.

‘Watching them wander, lost in a maze with no exit, until they finally give up in despair… it’s just so thrilling!’

Her eyes gleamed as she licked her lips, watching Iris stumble through the labyrinth.

‘Now—let’s see how long you can last.’

Everything was going exactly as she had planned. Or at least, it seemed that way.

“Sniff, sniff? Hmm? I was following Master’s scent just now… Where am I?”

Jess, a beastkin with looks as beautiful as Iris, spoke up.

“…? Where am I? I was sure I was looking for Pia…”

Noah, whose hair had grown to shoulder-length because she hadn’t cut it recently and was now tied in a ponytail, had also entered the dungeon.
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The woman hadn’t even noticed Jess and Noah’s presence. She had never considered the possibility that there could be as many as three women of Iris’s level of beauty—who were also virgins—within the village.

The woman was too busy cackling at the sight of Iris displayed in her crystal ball, completely unaware of what was about to unfold.

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Question: What does a beastkin do when lost in a strange maze without their master?

1. Waits patiently for their master.

2. Uses logical reasoning to find the exit.

“Master!”

Rumble! CRASH!
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3. Obliterates the walls of the maze, turning the maze into open space.

Jess possessed exceptional intelligence. But since she had learned from a young age that wise beastkin tended to die early, she either didn’t use her brains often or cunningly pretended not to.

Given Jess’s intellect, if she had focused, it wouldn’t have been difficult for her to see through the maze in front of her and find the way out. However, that method would take too much time and be inefficient.

Efficiency and speed.

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By including these two conditions in her calculations, Jess quickly arrived at a solution.

Boom! Crack!

She simply had to destroy all the walls in front of her. Despite the walls being at least a meter thick, they began to crumble under Jess’s grip.

The Dungeon of Enchantment moved as though it were alive. Destroying its walls was akin to ripping apart the organs of a living creature from the inside.

As a result, the dungeon’s internal movements started to slow down.

Additionally, Jess had destroyed various magical formations and debuff traps hidden throughout the dungeon, causing the structure to lose its ability to function properly.

But Jess’s rampage didn’t end there.

Srring—Thunk!

With a single slash, Noah had cleaved a wall so cleanly that it fell to the ground as if it had been cut with a ruler.

“Pia! If you can hear me, answer!”

Noah called out with a grim expression as she stepped over the collapsed wall. The fragments of broken stone crunched beneath her feet, and she swiftly reduced the next wall in front of her to rubble.

As time passed, the inside of the dungeon became a complete mess, resembling a malfunctioning machine filled with debris, like a mad scientist’s broken robot clogged with gears and stones.

“Oppa? Are you here?”

As a result, even the paths that were not supposed to be revealed began to open up, allowing Iris to stumble upon one of them. She followed the dimly lit path, her eyes glinting dangerously. Her patience was wearing thin after being separated from her brother for so long.

Perhaps it was just her imagination, but her hair seemed to have darkened even more.

***

Overlooking the impending chaos was the middle-aged woman, who wore a dumbfounded expression.

“What… What the hell is going on?!”

It was the same woman who had dragged Iris into the dungeon. She bit her nails anxiously, stomping her feet in frustration.

“Who the hell are those girls? And why are the monsters so weak?! Why aren’t the spells activating?!”

The woman was on the verge of losing her mind as she watched Jess swat away monsters like they were nothing, and Noah decapitating them in one clean swing of her blade.

It was like high-level players had wandered into a beginner’s dungeon!

As if that wasn’t enough, Iris had ventured into the dungeon’s most secret chamber—a place she was never meant to enter—and the woman was about to faint.

“No… No! There’s an important magical artifact in there!”

Iris had unknowingly walked right into the ‘processing room,’ a place where the minds of those who had lost all sanity would be drawn in like moths to a flame. Once inside, they would find magical artifacts left completely unguarded. If even one of those items was damaged, extracting the blood of virgins to regain her youth would become impossible.

‘No! If that gets destroyed, I won’t be able to return to my youthful appearance anytime soon!’
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But in the end, a magical artifact was just that—an artifact.

It wasn’t impossible to acquire another. After all, there was a whole land ruled by the Demon King, where gruesome items like these were made every day.
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It wasn’t the worst-case scenario, but human nature often led people to mistake even small setbacks for catastrophes.

‘I can’t let this happen! I have to stop her!’

Not realizing the terrible consequences awaiting her when she stepped onto the stage, the woman hurriedly moved to prevent Iris from destroying the artifact.

The actors were all entering the stage, and the Gag filter was sharpening its edge.

‘I’m sure there’s a Guardian Golem in the basement! If I can control them, I’ll manage to stop this!’

…Thus began the woman’s descent into her own personal hell.

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In the ‘processing room,’ where the walls and floors were soaked with the stench of blood, Iris scrunched her nose as she surveyed the surroundings.

‘…This is disgusting. I should get out of here.’
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A sight that would terrify any citizen of the Empire, something that would haunt their nightmares, was nothing out of the ordinary in the land of the Demon King. As such, Iris wasn’t particularly shocked.

She glanced over the various magical instruments, many of which resembled torture devices, until something caught her eye. In the center of the wall was what looked like a round handle.

‘Is this an exit?’
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Crack.

Without thinking, Iris grabbed the handle-like object and twisted it, shattering it into pieces. Upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a handle at all but a chunk of black ore mounted on a pedestal.

“Hmm.”

Iris shrugged and tossed the broken ore to the ground without a second thought. What she had just destroyed was the core that controlled the Guardian Golems.

With that, she began breaking everything else in the room.

It wasn’t intentional.

It was like guests at an escape room who, not knowing what to do, start tearing off pieces of the ceiling or dismantling fire hydrants, thinking it might help them escape.

Iris mindlessly poked and prodded things, wondering if it would help her get out.

“Oh, found it.”

After smashing every artifact in the room, Iris finally discovered a passageway hidden behind a bookshelf.

It was a passage that only opened when the furniture was moved in a specific way, but Iris had no way of knowing that.

‘Oppa… You’re not with another girl, are you?’

Iris’s eyes flashed dangerously as she quickened her pace down the passage.

At that very moment, the middle-aged woman was running for her life, tears streaming from her eyes. Her body had regained some youth, but it wasn’t entirely rejuvenated, so her joints creaked in protest. But she couldn’t afford to slow down.

Thud! Thud!

A horde of massive Golems, each over three meters tall, was chasing after her.

“Kyaaa! I’m the master of this dungeon!”

She screamed and shouted, but the Golems didn’t heed her cries. Because Iris had shattered the jewel that controlled them, the Golems now viewed any living being that came close as an enemy.

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Unaware of this, the woman, her hair wild, and her makeup smeared, had no choice but to run like a madwoman.

After running for another three minutes, she barely managed to slip into a hidden passage and catch her breath.

“Huff… Huff…”

She collapsed to the floor, completely exhausted, her face now looking several years older, like wet laundry left to dry, wrinkled and sagging.

“This… This can’t be happening… It must all be a dream… All of it…”

Covering her face in despair, she mumbled incoherently.

“Huh? Huh?”

As she touched her face, she screamed again. Frantically, she pulled out a small hand mirror from her pocket.

“Kyaaaaaa!”

The scream, louder than even when she had been chased by the Golems, echoed through the secret passage.

“No! No! My beauty! My youth…!”

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The smooth, taut skin that had once only shown faint traces of wrinkles was now replaced by hollowed cheeks and sagging flesh, her face covered in deep lines. To make matters worse, her hair was turning white from the roots.

End of Chapter.