Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out? Chapter 1987: A Crazy Little Idea

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"Max level already! Strength! What the heck?" Strength shrugged while flashing a thumbs-up. Her sentience was clearly advancing with every level gained; I watched it unfold right before my eyes, and it was downright incredible.

"Master, you put in tons of effort exercising while forging us," Scarlet remarked. "Just ten levels for crafting two divine weapons would’ve been ridiculously low. Reaching max level seems perfectly justified."

"Exactly, if it were only ten levels, you ought to have lodged a complaint with the system," Sapphire chimed in.

"I get it. You make sense," I agreed with a nod. Sapphire and Scarlet drew near, sandwiching me tightly between them. Their ample breasts squished firmly against my face without pause. "Ugh, some breathing room, please... I require personal space—not that I mind, I adore it, but Aquarina could get furious seeing this!"

"Huh? Why’s that?" Scarlet cocked her head. "We’re merely your divine weapons, aren’t we?"

"Right!" Sapphire nodded enthusiastically. "We’ve always stayed glued to your side. What’s the issue suddenly?"

They were utterly oblivious! Having assumed such seductive, provocative shapes, yet blind to their own captivating allure. What on earth?

"So, did you sleep well, master?" Scarlet inquired with a gentle smile. Her fiery red hair and eyes sparkled intensely as her lips approached my face. "Mooch, mooch! Good-job kisses for you. Mooch!" Once more, she showered my face with kisses, plastering it with lipstick stains.

"That’s unfair! My turn too!" Sapphire protested. She enveloped me in her powerful, muscular embrace and planted kisses across my entire face. "Mooch, mooch! Master’s adorable! Mooch!"

"Uwaaaah!" I wailed, caught between ecstasy and remorse. "P-Please, stop... Ugh..."

Tears welled up slightly as I became overwhelmed. They were overwhelming me completely—on the verge of doing me in. Heavens, somebody save me.

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Following a solid ten minutes of relentless kissing from my divine weapons, they at last relented. Naturally, my face was now smeared with red and blue lipstick prints everywhere. Strangely, they even wore lipstick—how did that function? Perhaps it came with their goddess evolution?

Alice grew envious and reprimanded them for me. I lacked the strength to intervene—Sapphire and Scarlet were my cherished weapons, so I simply endured their loving onslaught...

"Sorry, master. We didn’t grasp the personal boundaries..." Scarlet said apologetically.

"Hugs, kisses, sharing warmth—it all feels amazing and fresh. Before, we were just metal—though we kinda still are," Sapphire explained.

"I understand. No worries. Let’s move past it, girls," I nodded. Using a spell, I levitated upward to pat their heads—they towered over me otherwise. "You’re both wonderful girls, and I cherish you deeply."

"Master!"

"Really? I love you too!"

Like needy kids, Scarlet and Sapphire responded. Joyful tears streamed down as I declared my familial love, then they hugged me once more and...

"Hey, that’s enough! No more face kisses—Ahhh! Not my lips! Those belong to Aquarina only!"

"S-Sorry!"

"Haaa... anyway, time to move. Dungeon’s cleared, so let’s regroup with the others," I sighed, breaking free at last. "Shift back to weapon forms. You can resume humanoid shapes later, after I permit it and clarify your changes. It’d shock everyone seeing two super-goddesses by my side. Armageddon, you as well—head to your realm."

"Aw! But I crave more snuggling and kisses!" Scarlet whined.

"Scarlet, deep down we’re a sword and shield, so let’s transform back," Sapphire urged.

Swiftly, both shifted into their weapon shapes—still radiating majestic, divine splendor.

"Ok." Armageddon dissolved into flames, returning to her divine realm to oversee her pocket universe. She was nurturing numerous divine offspring into Fire Spirit Gods, bolstering our expanding pantheon.

Indeed, with Scarlet and Sapphire as actual goddesses—super-goddesses, even—our divine pantheon just welcomed two immensely potent additions.

"Alright! Time to return to the surface!" I declared, traversing the corridors and observing the dungeon’s self-repair in progress.

The curse had vanished entirely, triggering the dungeon’s innate restoration mechanism. As we advanced, a intriguing notion struck me, one begging to be tested.

"What if we plant a System Seed here and convert this dungeon into my personal Dungeon Floor secretly?" I proposed.

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Dead silence met my words as they all gawked at me.

Yet, why not? The thought hadn’t crossed my mind earlier, but it appeared feasible in theory.

Linking straight to the System, System Seeds offered potential, especially since Armageddon had already claimed one floor as her domain.

"Never crossed my mind, but how would we link it?" Alice questioned.

"The dungeon stays put," I noted. "Yet via space and time manipulation, I’d seize control as the new master—not that Dungeon Evil God."

"Hold on, I get it!" Alice exclaimed. "You mean hijacking ownership from the god? With countless dungeons in his grasp, he might not detect it until far too late."

"His power stems from dungeons. Stealing them gradually could weaken him," I pondered. "Sure, it’ll drag on forever, but why not experiment and observe the results?"

"Indeed..." she concurred. "That requires reaching the Dungeon Core."

Crystallized Mana hubs buried deep inside, Dungeon Cores acted like the vital organs of living dungeons—heart and brain combined, holding every essential for systemic function.

Destroying one by smashing the core would obliterate the dungeon, though it proved almost unattainable. Cores hid in impregnable chambers first off, and the cores themselves resisted destruction fiercely.

Not against a being who warped and erased Mana—or sliced through space effortlessly.

Heh.

"Y-You mean we attempt this?" Ignatius stammered.

"Sylphy, shouldn’t we ponder this before provoking that beast anew?" Furoh cautioned.

"I appreciate the concern, but he already assaulted my dungeon. We’re foes already—he’s vowed to end me," I sighed. "Time to retaliate my style."

"...Hah!" Beelzebub burst into laughter. "Hahahaha! Precisely! That’s the demonic fire blazing in you, Sylph! Curse’s death demands vengeance—that scum caused it!"

"Spot on!" I affirmed resolutely. "Fine—Dungeon Core, where’s it at... There?"

My divine senses effortlessly tracked Mana currents throughout the dungeon. We veered onto a fresh path toward the densest energy surge.

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