All MILFs are Mine Chapter 340: Locust Albersum

"You severed it? With what tool?" Leon inquired, a look of bewilderment on his face as he observed RVX-666.

"I utilized-" Before the sentence could be finished, Leon detected the returning footsteps of Lesrath drawing nearer.

"Indeed... We shall converse about it later." Leon uttered, swiftly activating another of his abilities.

<Summoner’s Pocket>

The Malebolge vanished instantaneously, and Lesrath reappeared, a colossal piece of metal clutched in his grasp.

'Hmm...? Where did Kumigano's corpse depart to?' Lesrath questioned, a puzzled expression crossing his features as he gazed at Leon.

"Kumigano's body... It vanished the moment you left. I haven't the faintest idea how, it simply ceased to be here." Leon responded, feigning confusion.

'What?! Kumigano's remains have dematerialized on their own accord? But how can such a phenomenon be conceivable?' Lesrath inquired, his tone laced with bewilderment.

"How would I possess such knowledge? I am merely a lesser life form... I am unaware of what transpires with beings like you upon their demise. Perhaps your bodies also dissipate when you perish." Anon replied, his expression impassive.

'You speak truthfully... you are indeed but a lesser life form. How would you comprehend the reason behind Kumigano's disappearance?' Lesrath responded, his gaze fixed upon Leon.

"What is that object you are holding?" Leon queried, a look of confusion adorning his face as he directed his attention to Lesrath.

'Ah... This is an exceptionally rare metal, known as pure locust. Should you fashion weapons from this material, they shall acquire immeasurable might. But can you manage to carry its weight?' Lesrath asked, positioning the piece of locust directly beside Leon.

"Hmm...?" Leon regarded it with an expressionless countenance, subsequently employing his skill.

<Inspect>

[Name: Locust Albersum]

[Rank: S]

[Description: An exceedingly scarce material, discoverable exclusively within the hidden chambers of high-level dungeons. Despite its extraordinarily high melting point, armaments forged from this substance are guaranteed to manifest two or more skills, contingent upon its inherent quality.

The material itself is remarkably light, yet when meticulously honed into a weapon, it possesses the capability to cleave through mana patterns.]

"Well... Is that not remarkable." Leon remarked, immediately making contact with the locust and perceiving its almost negligible weight.

'I can lift this with a single hand, yet touching it feels as though it were crafted from titanium or a similar substance. Thus, this is the appearance and sensation of an S-rank metal.' Leon mused, promptly depositing the entire segment of locust into his inventory.

'A curious turn of events... You possess the ability to wield spatial magic as well? You are a most intriguing entity. Would you perhaps entertain the notion of becoming an associate of Lesrath?' Lesrath inquired.

"Your associate... I perceive no impediments to such an arrangement. Therefore, it is agreeable." Leon replied, his expression remaining neutral.

'So... What is the purpose of your presence here? What objective has guided you into Lesrath's sanctuary?' Lesrath inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"For the present moment... I am endeavoring to ascertain a method for egress from this Dungeon. Do you possess any such knowledge?" Leon asked, his gaze fixed upon Lesrath with an impassive demeanor.

'Hmm... Effecting an escape from this dungeon... that is by no means a trivial undertaking. However, I have gleaned fragments of information from the seventh stratum, suggesting that some have discovered a fissure through which an escape might be possible.' Lesrath responded, his gaze directed towards Leon.

"A fissure? So... There exists an escape route on the seventh floor, is that correct?" Leon inquired, a smile gracing his lips.

'You speak accurately... nevertheless, I, Lesrath, would not advocate for your venture to the seventh floor. To proceed thither is to extend an invitation for demise to join you for repast.

The Mongers establish their dominion upon that floor... malevolent beings of the most depraved essence — entities capable of subjugating even Lesrath to his knees. The deeper you venture into this labyrinth, little one... the more nefarious and formidable the creatures you shall confront.' Lesrath elucidated.

"Then... What lies at its conclusion?" Leon asked, his expression one of keen curiosity.

'A Tomb...'

"A Tomb?"

'Lesrath has merely apprehended rumors pertaining to such a place... Yet, these accounts speak of a profoundly wicked demon — one who commands the ability to sway minds to his whim, to contort reality itself, and to dictate the outcome of any conflict waged beneath these accursed heavens... Yet, notwithstanding all his dreadful might, he was subjected to betrayal by those he held dearest... and has consequently been confined within these abyssal depths ever since.' Lesrath recounted.

"I comprehend... Very well, I believe it is time for my departure." Leon declared, commencing his movement towards the chamber's entrance.

'Where do you imagine you are proceeding? The gateway to the third floor lies in this direction,' Lesrath stated, indicating the opposing path.

"I must return to the first floor to attend to a matter. Subsequently, I shall return." Leon replied, his expression unwavering.

'Indeed, Lesrath shall eagerly anticipate a subsequent encounter with Leon Luster,' Lesrath affirmed, executing a slight bow as a gesture of respect.

"As shall I..." Leon responded, reciprocating the gesture before proceeding towards the gateway.

Upon approaching the egress point's aperture... Leon perceived a faint utterance,

"...ter."

"Hmm...?" He quickly scanned his surroundings, attempting to pinpoint the origin of the low, soft voice.

"M-Mas...ter."

"Dusk..." Leon exclaimed, his eyes widening in sheer astonishment.

"Dusk! Where are you?" he bellowed, his gaze darting around with visible concern etched on his face.

"Mas...ter."

It wasn't long before he located Dusk, sprawled behind a small mound of obsidian. The creature was drenched in sweat, and despite a dense shroud of mana enveloping its form, its fur was visibly beginning to scorch.

"What in the world are you doing in here?" Leon demanded, his voice stern as he strode over, scooped Dusk into his arms, and sprinted towards the narrow egress beneath the door.

Without a moment's delay, they both burst out of the chamber. Leon then leaped swiftly to the 29th floor, seeking refuge from the intense waves of heat radiating from beneath the doorway.

As soon as he escaped the searing heat, the Adaptive Body ability deactivated, and his form reverted to its original state.

"Heal," Leon commanded, placing a hand upon Dusk's head. Instantly, the entirety of Dusk's body began to radiate a vibrant green light.

"Goddamn it... You're radiating more heat than the actual sun right now," Leon grumbled, feeling the skin on his hand begin to tear from the intense temperature.