The Second Son of the Marquis Wants to Laze Around-Chapter 86: Aberration Dungeon (3)

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[Skill – Invisible Hand]

Type: Active

Effect: Allows the user to move any object at will. The Mana Cost varies based on the target’s weight and mass..

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Thanks to this new skill, dungeon diving became ridiculously easier for Eren—less running, less bending, and less effort overall.

Of course, Useless—his system slave—wasn’t amused in the slightest. It hovered nearby with its usual half dull stare, visibly unimpressed by its master for using such a practical skill purely for the sake of convenience.

Eren, meanwhile, sheathed his sword with a satisfied sigh and checked the system’s interface.

Apparently, Useless had suggested generating some side quest for him each time he encounters a monster, just so he can grow stronger. To which Eren has allowed at as he didn’t care.

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[Side Quest: Defeat the Five Skeletons in a Short Time]

Objective: Eliminate all five skeleton monsters within one minute without taking damage.

Difficulty: ★★☆☆☆ (Hard)

Rewards: 1,000 Coins. 2 Stat Points. 1 Random Blue-rank Item

[Quest Status: Completed]

[Time Elapsed: 00:46:28]

[Rewards Received!]

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A blue glow appeared in the air as a reward materialized.

Eren caught it—a sleek pair of black boots.

He looked at them for half a second... then shrugged and chucked them into his inventory without even checking their stats.

He couldn’t be bothered.

Aside from side quests like this, which Useless seemed to assign whenever he encountered monsters, Eren had also apparently triggered another Main Quest just by entering this dungeon.

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[New Notification!]

[Condition Triggered!]

[A New Main Quest Has Appeared!]

[Mission: Reach the deepest part of the Dungeon.]

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Just like what had happened during Leon’s moment, it seemed that reaching the deepest level of the dungeon would once again affect the fate of this world’s story.

But didn’t Useless say that such events only occur when Eren meets important individuals who can influence the fate of the world?

Well, the only way to find out... was to go deeper.

Stretching his arms with a small groan, Eren asked the system,

"How much time has passed?"

[It’s been around four hours since you entered the dungeon,] Useless replied.

"Then that’s my cue to rest."

Eren let out a wide smile and pulled out several items from his inventory, placing them neatly by the side of the path.

There was a small bed complete with a blanket, a pillow, and even a body pillow. Next to it, he placed a compact desk with a small lamp on top.

He then retrieved two high-tier magic scrolls and activated them. Instantly, two domes formed—one for concealment, and the other for protection, just in case monsters wandered too close.

Next, he purchased a magic scroll containing a cleansing spell to wash off the sweat. Once refreshed, he jumped onto the bed and sprawled out comfortably, pulling out his game console and switching it on.

While the game loaded, Eren casually bought a batch of fried chicken and a few cold colas from the shop, placing them within arm’s reach like he was on vacation.

Useless could only stare in disbelief, speechless that its master could still act like this... even inside a dangerous dungeon.

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–Ring! Ring!

The sound of a ringing tone echoed through the dimly lit space, followed by the familiar voice of Useless.

[Master? Master, wake up!]

The system’s holographic screen floated beside the small bed, where Eren lay curled up under a cozy blanket, sleeping like a baby in the middle of a dungeon.

Useless stared at him in disbelief.

"Five more minutes..." Eren mumbled, turning over lazily and pulling the blanket tighter over his head.

The green holographic interface twitched, and for a brief second, its screen turned red—glitching with rage. Useless was fuming.

Some hours ago, Eren had told the system he just needed "a short rest" after walking through the dungeon. That "short rest" had turned into eating junk food, playing games on his console, and lounging on his bed... for six hours straight!

When Useless tried asking him when he would resume diving into the dungeon, Eren’s answer was:

"Yaaawn... After my nap. I’m tired now."

He had even changed out of his combat uniform into soft black pajamas, then tucked himself in like a child ready for bed.

"Wake me up after five hours."

Those were his final words before falling asleep, leaving behind a stunned and speechless system.

However, five hours later...

[Master. Five hours have passed. It’s time to wake up.]

Eren groaned, barely conscious, and murmured again,

"Five more hours and I’ll get up..."

And just like that, he drifted back into slumber.

Useless felt the digital equivalent of a blood vessel pop. Over 16 hours had now passed. It was like they were back in the mansion days—wasting time as usual.

The system was now at its limit. It wanted to scream.

[JUST WAKE THE ^-% UP ALREADY, YOU LAZY-ASS ANNOYING PIECE OF SH—]

The screen’s volume maxed out as the shout rang through the cave.

Eren stirred.

His eyes slowly opened—glowing faintly red, pupils like voids, filled with silent pressure.

"...Did you just yell at me to wake up?" he asked, his voice cold enough to freeze lava.

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Useless froze. It was just imagining this happening—but the thought alone made it shiver. It can’t threaten him or make him listen to it’s instruction like what it imagined a relationship would have been between a System and it’s Host, where the Sysem holds the upper hand.

This only made Useless sigh in defeat.

–Clack –clack!

Suddenly, the faint sound of bones rattling echoed from the shadows. Useless snapped out of its spiraling thoughts and turned toward the noise.

A skeleton monster was approaching from the darkness.

Its bony feet clicked against the stone floor, slowly drawing near.

Useless’s screen brightened with joy.

Perfect! Something was finally going to wake up its master for real. And best of all—it wouldn’t have to take the blame!

The protective dome that had once surrounded Eren’s bed had long since expired.

Useless spun around toward Eren.

[Master! Wake up! There’s a monster approaching!]

No response. Eren remained perfectly still, breathing softly under his blanket.

–Clack –Clack!

The skeleton crept closer, dragging its long arms on the ground.

[Wake up! Master, the monster is getting really close!]

That’s when Useless noticed something sticking out of Eren’s ears–

An Earplugs!?

’WHEN did he put those on!?’

–Clack –clack!

The skeleton finally reached the edge of the bed. It raised its bony claws, ready to strike down the peacefully sleeping intruder.

Useless screamed.

[MASTER, PLEASE WAKE UP!!]

Just as the claws began to fall, a sharp sound cut through the air.

–Swoosh!

–Thunk!

A black dagger flew out from beneath the blanket—Eren hadn’t even lifted his head. The blade pierced the skeleton’s skull with perfect precision, and with a hiss, the undead monster exploded into a dark dust, leaving behind a glowing magic gem.

Useless blinked. it didn’t understand what just happened?

Then came a groan from the bed.

Eren slowly sat up, rubbing his eyes, his black pajamas slightly wrinkled from the long sleep. He stretched with a loud yawn and glanced lazily at the green holographic screen.

"...Useless."

The screen flickered nervously.

[Y-Yes!!!]

Eren, eyes still half-shut, murmured in a sleepy tone,

"I’m hungry."

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Minutes later, Eren sat on the edge of the bed with a small folding table set in front of him.

On it was a steaming plate of thick, fluffy omelets layered with cheese and herbs, alongside crispy toast with butter melting on top. A bowl of miso soup simmered gently beside it, and there were also a few slices of grilled sausage, a small salad with cherry tomatoes, and a tall glass of iced orange juice.

He bought all of that from the System’s Shop and cooked it.

As he casually munched on his breakfast, Useless hovered beside him, still unable to comprehend how this was happening in a dungeon.

Once done, Eren stood up, stretched again, and waved his hand to store the bed and furniture back into his inventory. He freshened up using a cleansing spell, changed back into his combat uniform, and adjusted his lightweight armor pieces carefully.

Cracking his knuckles and rolling his shoulders, he let out a low breath.

"Alright... let’s go then," he muttered in a lazy, stoic tone.

And with that, the journey into the depths resumed...

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In the twelfth floor of the Aberration Dungeon, Eren found himself facing two new types of monsters—grotesque, undead creatures known as Ghouls. Unlike the skeletal monsters he had encountered in the earlier floors, these ghouls were far more bizarre and revolting in appearance.

They resembled skeletons that had somehow started regrowing rotting, cursed flesh and muscle tissues in horribly twisted ways. It was like watching a corpse mutate in real time. what’s more, they all looked like a zombie, but not a human zombies. Their limbs were bloated and uneven, pulsing organs jutted out unnaturally, and sinewy muscle fibers were exposed, twitching beneath decaying skin.

And worse, they were nothing like the slow, clacking skeletons. These things were faster. Stronger. Far more aggressive. And they even let out those disgusting groaning screams that echoed through the dungeon corridors.

—Graaaah!

One of the ghouls lunged at Eren, its razor-sharp teeth aiming for his neck. But Eren nimbly jumped to the side, dodging it just in time. Yet before he could breathe, another ghoul rushed him from behind, arms wide open as if it were trying to bear hug him into death.

But the moment it touched him, the image of Eren vanished into mist.

It had been an illusion.

The real Eren reappeared to the side, already mid-swing. His sword slashed cleanly through one of the creature’s legs, sending it crashing to the ground with a dull thud and a guttural hiss of frustration.

Just as he turned to scan for the other one, he felt danger creeping up behind him again. Another ghoul had tried to sneak up—again. With a sharp twist, Eren slashed backwards.

—Slice!

The ghoul’s head was lopped off cleanly, tumbling across the floor like a rotten cabbage.

But it didn’t stop moving.

Its headless body still staggered forward, its jagged nails flailing as it blindly swiped at Eren.

—Slice—Slice!

"Persistent Zombie," Eren muttered, slicing off its legs this time. The body crumpled to the ground, twitching like an angry worm–