Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own!

There were two types of weapons Biondetta wielded: a katana and a bowgun. The katana was as white as snow, and the bow gun had a low brightness as if painted with black lacquer.

But even those beautiful weapons would only accentuate her strangeness if Biondetta held them now.

…Her movements lacked the balance of mind, technique, and body that a warrior should have. One moment, she’d slash at the enemy before her; the next, her elbow would jerk up as if pulled by puppet strings, and she’d shoot an enemy behind her with her crossbow.

Swinging her sword through the air multiple times, she appeared to be pulled by the weight of the blade as she bounded forward in a series of quick leaps. Darting and stopping like a dragonfly, she shot enemies on her blind side with her crossbow without even a flicker of interest.

It was… a movement pattern that made anyone watching think humans couldn’t possibly move like that. And indeed, they couldn’t. Each time she swung her sword, some bone in her body would break, and the impossibly abrupt stops were controlled by forcing her muscles to work beyond human limits.

In both name and reality, she was the embodiment of inhumanity.

“Shhhhhhhh!”

Breathing through the gaps between her teeth, she relentlessly lopped off the heads of her enemies. That was purely because it seemed the most efficient way to her.

The moment a person’s head fell, an unimaginable amount of blood gushed out. It was the same even for the monsters in the Great Tower of Nadinares in the shape of a human, and Biondetta’s body was drenched in blood and glistening.

But she didn’t even brush off the blood. She kicked her fallen head with her heel, knocked it away with a headbutt, and hit her opponent’s head.

Ever since she’d started fighting, the sound of blood dripping and heavy objects colliding hadn’t stopped ringing.

Biondetta Gavanes.

It was Parasitic Wasp, the unique monster of the Bug Tribe, and Nanaya’s shrine maiden’s most efficient kitchen.

He was a madman who would kill himself to repop from the core, hoping that he could shorten his travel time by even a second, and a self-absorbed man who kept toying with his face like he was chasing after cutting-edge fashion.

The Unique Skill she had, “All Takeaway Parasitism,” was the very embodiment of her personality.

…She used her Skill to keep bees inside her body at all times. It was her daughter, and he, the woman, and herself.

In her human form, she was an unearthly beauty. But if you looked closely at her in her monstrous form, you could tell how different she was—her egg-laying tube in her bee form was facing inward, not out of her body.

Bees born into Biondetta’s body, or perhaps her womb, wouldn’t be able to mature immediately, and they would be in a larva state. And they would never move until the mother activated her Skill.

However, the larva mechanically receives the signal from the mother body and constructs the ji-ra-no-bo-de-i-pu-ra-n-n, which is scheduled after the pervert.

Then, at the same time as the mother body activates its Unique Skills, in addition to the “life” that the mother body possesses, it also steals “memories” and “skills” and “souls” and “dungeon monster contracts” and “blessings of the Goddess Nanaya” at the end, becoming an adult and leaping out of the mother body. That’s why it’s “all taken parasites.”

Naturally, the child who jumps out is a separate body from the parent, so all wounds and status ailments will be removed at that time, and the child will be able to respond to the situation outside, according to the information received from the parent.

Biondetta’s other “race skills” included “wide hearing” when she was a Quiet Swarm and “action prediction” (air) when she was an F-Rank Big Fly. , “Wasp Summon” when she was an E-Rank monster, Madame Bee, and all those skills were specialized for information gathering, so figuring out the enemy’s weaknesses was her greatest specialty.

And then she gives birth to herself, updated to match the enemy’s weakness. That’s her unique Skill, “All Snatch Parasitism.”

The privilege of being the only one allowed to post status. That was also why she boasted the right to be the head priestess in espionage.

That said, it was a recalibration, not an enhancement. She could only adjust her stats to the optimal configuration against a particular opponent, not elevate all stats to S-rank.

Biondetta was maximizing the capabilities of that extremely foreign Skill.

Though their memories would be inherited, the discomfort of erasing their existence would be unbearable, and they would need the ability to gather information to determine the best stat.

And even if the best stat was Vitality G, Solidity G, or the kind of stat that would burst with immense pain if attacked, if that was the best, the tenacity to the efficiency at which you could choose without hesitation.

That was the true essence of Biondetta Gavanes.

“Shhh! Shhh! Shhhhhhh…”

Having supplemented the five monsters at the end of the hallway, Biondetta lowered her head until it reached the ground thread and quickly dashed off like a rabbit.

The Undying Animated Horns unleashed their magic, and the Assault Crown released its knife. But that wasn’t enough to supplement Biondetta’s speed. She ran along the wall with her heels, avoiding them.

Then she threw even the weapon she was supposed to entrust her life to at the enemy. …Just to be clear, her blowgun was a special model created by her coworker, Pyrlipart, in pursuit of toughness alone.

She threw down her weapon and grabbed the knife that had been thrown with her empty hand, then ran off, knocking off her opponent’s head with it.

Then he grabbed the katana and bowgun still stuck in the enemy and swung them around with all his might… The bottom of the blowgun had a blade, and the remaining four heads fell.

Its speed made it seem as if a person possessed the athletic ability of an insect while maintaining their size, and it was not something you could follow with your eyes.

-Right now, Biondetta specializes in speed.

If you were a normal opponent, you would bury a child in a state where you wielded a certain amount of intelligence, but if you were up against multiple mixed enemies like this one, you wouldn’t have that many Kirireru stats.

That was why she needed to sacrifice her intelligence to a level where she couldn’t converse daily.

…Most monsters have a certain level of stat balance. Of course, each one is slightly biased, but their vitality is G, and their hardness is S. There aren’t many monsters with stats that seem like they’ll get many experience points.

That’s because I need to gain the resistance skills contained within Passive Skills.

Passive attacks such as “Poison Protection” and “Paralysis Recovery” can’t be obtained unless you increase your vitality, so even monsters whose hardness is S and don’t need to worry about getting hurt, for example, or monsters whose speed is S and don’t need to worry about being hit by an attack, need to have a certain amount of life force, such as poison gas countermeasures.

Similarly, if your power is low, you won’t be able to get up with just wide-range gravity magic using star magic, and if your mana is down, you won’t be able to deal with wide-range magic. If your intelligence is down, you won’t be able to deal with mental manipulation-type skills, and if your speed is down, you won’t be able to avoid special-attack-type techniques.

This extreme swing was never strong, and if Etina didn’t balance her stats to a certain extent, she could lose to a lower rank. Such a thing was a flaw for monsters who lived in battle.

But since she’d already finished gathering information inside the Dungeon, she’d cut off the status ailments and the possibility of mental manipulation with ease.

For that reason, she was currently ravaging them over and over again with her life force, E-Power, S-Stiffness, D-Magic, D-Quickness, S-Intelligence, E-Status, a brain muscle stat that looked like it would die if her opponent used even a little status ailment attacks.

There was no longer any worry of being hit by an enemy attack inside her, and all she could think about was how efficiently she could harvest the enemy.

Biondetta charged single-handedly into the swarm of enemies and swung her katana sideways with one hand, then struck the enemy in the temple with her outstretched blowgun as if turned around by force.

-Biondetta’s fighting style is completely my style… Naturally, I’ve learned self-defense from Yuuto, and I treasure it. But to her, human martial arts didn’t seem inefficient.

Why did she need to worry about her ability to fight in succession? If her body was crushed, she could give birth to a child. If she hadn’t been self-preserved, her human body would have flapped so freely!

…However, to a normal person, such actions of hers looked like inhuman movements.

“I-Isn’t that woman kinda dangerous?”

Tot and Alan were finally able to catch up to Biondetta, who was running for dear life as she fought her way forward, but when they saw her form and the line of headless corpses lining the road, they were dumbfounded.

Beyond their field of vision, Biondetta had stabbed the enemy in the throat with her expressionless heel, kicking it away.

“…That’s what divine protection is all about. If you get serious, you’ll lose your mind!”

Rosarosa spoke as if she’d just thought of something.

Some of the gods demand perverse offerings. Rosarosa had used the existence of such gods to fool Nanaya’s shrine maidens in their mad battle.

“I’ve never heard of such divine protection… Is it a ritual in a barbarian land?”

The power of Goddess Nanaya’s divine protection, the goddess of monsters, was completely unknown to the people, and Tot could dodge the question well.

“Biondetta-chan has received an Evolvement from Onii-chan, the power of E’s initials!”

When Rosarosa said that, Biondetta, who had an outstanding sense of hearing, said, “Turn around.”

“Sonna… Settei…nai…”

“Wow! Biondetta-chan’s retorting beyond the limits of her stats!”

It was an insect-speak retort, but Rosarosa, who could hear it without issue, cackled.

Playing with her friends in the middle of the battlefield was one of the fun futures Rosarosa had fantasized about.

(Yeah. With everyone’s help, I can control the battlefield however I want! Everyone seems to like working for Onii-chan, but… Rosarosa and the others have to have fun so Onii-chan can be happy.)

The corners of Rosarosa’s mouth began to curl up as she imagined the future of the “Nadinares’s giant tower capture team” that was about to collapse from being bathed in poison gas.

That’s when…

“Huh?”

A deflated voice rang out, followed by a scream echoing through the hallway. It was a scream of incredible volume as if the person had thrown all restraints on their throat to the wind.

The source of the voice… Everyone in the party turned to Alan at once.

It was impossible even for Biondetta, who could predict the future to the extent that she could read the flow of the air, to expect it. Alan’s eyes were fixed on her face, twisted with grief, and she was backing away from the ground with just her hands.

And below it, a monster resembling Jacqueline, who only had an upper body, was holding shears the size of a human and slicing off Alan’s ankles.

Monstro stuck his fingers into the ground, looking at Alan with a careless smile.

Seeing her like that, Biondetta remembered by spinning her intelligence, which had become duller than usual due to the adverse effects of her Skill.

(So that’s Grimrich. …Jacqueline mentioned a B-Rank monster roaming the floor. If it suddenly appeared, does that mean it’s a Space-time Magic user? No, I guess it’s more like a high-level stealth skill.)

To get as much information as possible, Biondetta observed the monster that had suddenly appeared only on its upper body.

Alan crawled across the floor, still half-crazed, where she was looking.

Then, of course, the merciless shears were about to come swinging down again. At this rate, Alan would die, of course.

Even so, Biondetta had been watching for a long time how Grimrich would attack

Is magical energy interfering with that, or isn’t she using her Mind Manipulation skill? That’s much more important.

As I gazed at it, Alan finally looked at Biondetta as if begging for help and reached out. His neck stretched so far that I could see his tendons as if he was too scared to speak.

That distance was far, even though Biondetta herself wouldn’t get away with it for free if she went to protect him from here.

(You’re not glaring at the enemy at the very end, but entrusting everything to someone you’ve only met for a month.)

Biondetta furrowed her brows. How foolish and selfish it was to have a human body that was not Lady Yuuto’s.

…In the first place, she hated useless people, and the goodwill Alan was showing her made her feel sick.

He already knew that he’d been thanked on his own when they’d completed the request together and that they’d taken a liking to him on their own. Still, he felt nothing but contempt for Alan’s personality as he started worrying about how swollen he’d fallen in love with something stupid like that.

Even if he hadn’t been Biondetta, who specialized in gathering information, he would’ve noticed that Alan had been stealthily raping her limbs through his tight skirt, even within the Dungeon. You could say that was one of the general reactions of young men to beautiful women, but that didn’t matter to Biondetta.

Biondetta had gone on a rampage as she pleased, but she hadn’t moved like Alan or Tot could see under her skirt. She’d sworn her chastity to Yuuto…to be more than innocence, and she’d been a clean freak before becoming an efficient kitchen.

(If only Master Yuuto didn’t value his life, I would have gouged out his eyeballs right away…)

However, seeing Alan desperately reaching out for help, Yuuto’s face momentarily crossed Biondetta’s mind.

(If I say I saved someone, they might praise me. If I say I ignored the voices of those who kept me, even if it was a worthless life of trash, the kindhearted Yuuto-sama might be bothered…)

Biondetta imagined the worst possible future in an instant—the possibility that Yuuto would worry about this young man named Alan and remember even a little bit of it. She couldn’t let him do that for such a worthless man, and she couldn’t bear the thought that even 0.1 percent of the time Yuuto spent thinking about Biondetta might go to Alan.

(I was planning on sacrificing my skills during the operation in the first place… Haha, if I could get Master Yuuto’s smile with just my arm, I’d be able to turn a profit…right?)

Biondetta dashed forward as if repelled, then grabbed the blade of shears Grimrich was holding with all her might.