The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 107: What’s Behind The Hidden Door

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Report 47: Master has finally leveled up and become a full Awakener. However, something strange occurred during the blessing process. It appeared that Master’s body already had a Signet—one completely different from the usual Signets granted by the Four Goddesses. It didn’t resonate with any Divine Energy known to this world’s system.

Could it be...

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Report 48: Master’s first skill turned out to be directly related to his laziness. What a surprise. I should’ve expected it.

What’s even more frustrating is that the skill allows him to manipulate Reality and Luck!

Yes. Reality and luck.

A lazy man who can bend reality and tilt the universe’s probability system in his favor.

How unfair can this get?

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Report 51: I just saved an important female character—someone tied deeply to this world’s lore—before Master could actually kill her.

Thanks to a delayed mail notification he received, I was able to rewind time just enough to prevent her from being stabbed again.

What shocked me most was how calm and cold Master was when delivering the fatal blow. No hesitation. No emotion.

It reminded me of when he tortured that troll monster... but this was different. This was a human.

Still, it felt like this wasn’t the first time Master had killed someone with such dead eyes.

Yet, there’s no information in his background about any previous acts of violence.

Did Master... really kill someone before in his past?

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Report 56: The illusion magic Master learned is powerful—very useful in the right hands.

But of course, he only uses it for useless and ridiculous purposes!

Entertainment, pranks, comfort—anything but real combat.

The only time he used it properly was when fighting that troll.

It’s like watching someone use a legendary weapon to slice bread.

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Report 73: Master successfully faked his own kidnapping to trick the knights and everyone else.

The way he planned it was clever—almost deviously brilliant.

No one would suspect the "victim" orchestrated the entire thing.

Now, the Valmont knights are chasing a false trail, giving Master more time to explore and conquer the Dungeon Trial.

He’s buying time with deception.

I must admit, even I’m impressed.

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Report 77: This is becoming unbearable.

Master’s progress through the dungeon is painfully slow.

He spends more time napping, eating, and relaxing than actually dungeon-diving!

And don’t get me started on his SP usage. He wastes system points on useless, overpriced junk!

With the current SP reserves, he could’ve easily leveled up to Level 5—or even upgraded me to Rank 3!

But no.

Apparently, magic and system upgrades aren’t as important as... luxury snacks and portable beds.

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Report 78: He bought a flamethrower.

A FLAMETHROWER!

With SP.

Why?! He could’ve just learned fire magic! It’s cheaper, more versatile, and doesn’t need fuel!

But no, he wanted to "look coo and easyl" holding a sci-fi flamethrower in a medieval fantasy world.

What the duck?!

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Report 84: We’ve finally reached the final floor of the dungeon.

The Boss awaits.

Surprisingly, Master was actually focused this time. He analyzed and memorized the boss’s attack patterns by fighting the Boss’s version in the game multiple time, and even asked my help to analyze it and collect data.

He even spent a significant amount of SP buying magic scrolls, artifacts, weapons and so on—preparing seriously for the final battle.

It almost made me proud.

But... I have a bad feeling.

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Report 90: My instincts were right. That uneasy feeling came from Master himself.

He requested me to alter the quest settings... and drastically increased the quest’s difficulty level.

To Extreme Hell.

That’s the highest difficulty setting in the entire system!

What is he thinking?

Does he want to die? Or is this just another ridiculous gamble?

Whatever the reason, this sense of foreboding won’t go away.

I really don’t know what Master is trying to do. And this feeling of unease was getting stronger. Sigh... I hope nothing bad happens...

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In Valoria Legends, right after the protagonist defeats the Boss of the Aberration Dungeon, a hidden door appears on the far wall—massive, ominous, and etched with ancient symbols.

As the Hero approaches, he pushes it open and steps through. What greets him is another chamber just as large as the boss room, but cloaked in darkness. Only a pale column of light shines from the ceiling at the far end, casting a small circle of illumination onto the stone floor.

And at the center of that light...

"...!"

The Hero’s eyes widen as he freezes in place. There, shrouded in shadows, something—someone—stares back at him.

A pair of glowing yellow eyes, sharp and cold, gaze out from beneath the light.

Eyes filled with death.

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Back to the present—

After waking from a long, incredibly comfortable sleep, Eren stretches, yawns, and casually strolls toward the mysterious door he remembers from the Valoria Legends. The exact same hidden door.

Examining it up close, it looks identical to the one in the game—down to the large circular hole at its center.

"This must be it," Eren mutters. He reaches into his inventory, pulls out the glowing Magic Gem looted from the Abyssal Reaper, and slots it into the hole.

The gem emits a bright pulse.

—CLICK!

A heavy mechanism shifts. The door shudders, then slowly creaks open, revealing pitch darkness beyond.

Without hesitation, Eren steps inside.

As soon as he crosses the threshold, the door shuts behind him with a dull boom.

He doesn’t flinch.

A familiar chill greets him. Before him lies an expansive chamber bathed in shadows, silent as a tomb. Only one dim light gleams at the far end, casting a pale glow on the floor.

—Step. Step.

Eren walks forward, his boots tapping softly against the stone floor. As he gets closer, he notices something—no, someone—is beneath the light.

A figure.

A person.

Kneeling. Motionless.

It’s wasn’t a monster. But a woman.

She has long, flowing, ethereal purple hair that pools around her like a curtain. Her head is bowed low, and—for reasons unknown—she is completely unclothed.

Yep, she was bare naked.

Though... conveniently for decency’s sake (and the viewer’s frustration), her lengthy hair covers all the necessary areas, almost like an intentional censor.

More notably, her arms are stretched outward, bound by thick black chains that connect to two towering stone pillars. Her body is locked in place, her knees resting atop a glowing crimson magic circle carved into the ground beneath her.

—Step.

Eren approaches, still unbothered, his face the same as ever—stoic.

Then he notices the most important detail.

She isn’t human. Nor elf.

She has fox-like ears atop her head and a fluffy tail behind her. Yep. She is exactly what modern anime fans and hardcore otaku would call a Kitsune or a fox girl.

"...Fluffy," Eren murmurs in a deadpan tone.

At that exact moment, as if hearing his words from across dimensions, the woman’s ears twitch. Her head rises.

Her eyes remain closed at first.

Then—they open.

Twin glowing yellow irises burn like twin suns. And then—

—BOOM!

A pulse of wicked, malevolent energy bursts forth from her body, accompanied by an immense killing intent. A shockwave floods the chamber, slamming into Eren like a hurricane.

He instinctively raises his arm to shield his face, narrowing his eyes

she was strong.

Far stronger than the Abyssal Reaper.

This... wasn’t just a hidden boss.

It was something far more dangerous.

The truth behind this dungeon was simple but terrifying: It was never meant to be a regular trial. It was an artificial construction—a prison. A prison built solely to trap her.

A living seal.

—BOOM!

Seeing the human still standing, barely fazed, the fox woman intensifies the pressure. Her killing intent focuses like a laser.

But Eren’s expression doesn’t change. His long coat flutters in the wind created by her aura, but his eyes remain fixed on her. Calm. Collected.

"So... a visitor has finally arrived. And it’s a human," the woman speaks. Her voice is deep, echoing, filled with malice—like an ancient evil witch who’s long forgotten mercy.

Her eyes glow brighter.

A twisted smile forms.

"Come to me, human. Free me... or die."

"...."

Eren lowers his arm and resumes his pace, his steps slow and deliberate.

The energy pressure around him is still intense, yet he walks forward, unwavering.

Yet to the woman, it seems different.

His body is trembling. Just a little.

She notices.

Her grin widens.

"Yes. That’s it. Come closer. Free me... and I shall grant you a gift beyond your dreams..."

Her words slither like a siren’s call, dripping with charm and manipulation. It’s clear she’s casting something. Mind control? Seduction magic? Whatever it is, she believes it’s working.

Eren reaches her.

He stands directly before her, his face hidden by shadows cast from his bangs. His expression unreadable.

The woman smirks.

"Good. Now, follow my words and—" But before she could finish speaking-

—SMACK!

Her head snaps down.

A dull thud echoes through the chamber.

Eren has punched her on the head.

"?!"

Eyes wide in confusion, she freezes. Blinking several times. Her mouth slightly agape.

’Did that just happen?’

Raising his fist again, Eren glares at her, eyes now visible—dull, crimson, and cold.

"Watch your mouth... naked fox bitch," he says calmly.

Useless, who had been watching this unfold from the system interface, is absolutely stunned. it felt that it should have seen this coming somehow.

The woman snarls, baring her teeth. Her body trembles with rage and humiliation. Her aura explodes again as she shouts:

"How dare you! HOW DARE YOU HIT ME, YOU FILTHY HUMA—"

—SMACK!

Another blow. Her head snaps back down.

The aura vanishes—snuffed out by sheer disbelief.

"I said... watch. Your. Mouth."

Eren repeats himself coldly.

She glares at him, teeth clenched, eyes glowing with hatred. Her pride, her power, all mocked by this lowly human.

"YOU...! I’M GOING TO KILL YO—"

—SMACK.

"And I’m going to keep smacking you until you behave."

Eren doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t even change his expression.

He means every word. And somehow, that is far more terrifying.

As the woman meets his crimson eyes, something unexpected happens.

Her fury freezes. A chill runs through her. And for the first time in centuries... she hesitates.

Something there unnerves her more than she wants to admit. There’s no lust. No fear. No thrill. Just quiet, unimpressed coldness.

A stare that has seen worse. Endured more.

This human... isn’t normal.