The Man Whose Beloved Girlfriend Was Stolen Destroys Everything ~After Being Forced to Witness the NTR Scene, What Awaited Him Was a Dungeon.

Episode 10: Deepest Layer.

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『＊May the gods watch over you!!』

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It felt as though I had spent an incredibly long time somewhere far away. Yet there was no memory of it—only the lingering aftertaste of something unplaceable, impossible to grasp.

Still wrapped in that hazy, dream-like sensation, I slowly opened my eyes.

“…Where am I…?”

The first thing that filled my vision was the rugged, jagged rock walls studded with brilliantly glowing luminescent stones. The cavern felt almost unnaturally mystical; I couldn’t help but let out a quiet breath of admiration.

After wandering the area for a while, a strange sense of wrongness crept over me.

“…Huh? Since when did my strides get this long?”

I was covering far more ground than usual, even though my pace felt the same. When I looked down at my lower body, my legs seemed noticeably longer—longer in the inseam, undeniably so. And now that I paid attention… my eye level was higher too. By feel alone, I had to be at least twenty centimeters taller than before.

“Eh… ehh…?”

I clutched my head in utter confusion. All I’d done was step onto that transfer magic circle. How had I undergone such drastic growth in what felt like no time at all? The more I tried to reason it out, the more my head throbbed.

“Wait—hold on. Huh…? My left arm…”

And then, as if to deliver the final blow, I realized: the arm that should have been missing below the elbow was there—perfectly, naturally, moving without the slightest hitch or phantom pain.

“…Yeah. You know what? Whatever. I give up.”

I decided to chalk it all up to the insane level-ups gained from defeating that white werewolf. Thinking any further would only drive me insane.

The unfamiliar stride length and elevated perspective made moving feel slightly awkward at first, but I forced myself to accept it: my lifelong complex about my height had finally been erased. Honestly—even if it was just a rough estimate—finally breaking into the 180 cm range? There was no way I wasn’t happy about it.

“…Speaking of which, that bastard was pretty tall too, wasn’t he?”

The memory surfaced unbidden: the frivolous-looking man who had stolen Rio from me. Muscular, solidly built, and roughly the same height I was now. His face had been the kind of handsome that turned heads even in a crowd.

Looking back now with clear eyes… yeah. As a “male,” he had been overwhelmingly superior in every measurable way. Back then, there was no chance I could ever have competed.

But now?

Estimated height: mid-180s cm. No bulging, bodybuilder-level muscles, but still clearly well-developed. Face… hard to judge. I used to let my bangs grow long enough to hide most of it from others, so I had no real sense of how it looked anymore.

Hm. And on top of that, I now possessed a skill capable of instantly killing an S-rank monster…

Yeah. Compared to the man who took Rio from me, I was now stronger—and far closer to becoming a true “glorious one.”

“Right. All that’s left is getting back to the surface…!!”

With my goal finally within reach, I dashed forward, brimming with energy.

***

…That was the plan, anyway.

This cavern was absurdly vast. After running in every direction for what felt like forever, I now found myself—

〈garururururururu〉

“…A werewolf den, huh.”

—completely surrounded by easily forty or more ordinary werewolves.

Growls and ragged breathing overlapped from every direction. They had clearly identified me as prey. Had the Night Wolf Black Fur finally lost its masking effect…?

How did it come to this? Simple: I’d thought, “If I just keep running long enough, I’ll eventually find stairs.” An absurdly optimistic plan.

I ran until my legs felt like wind, lost in the exhilarating sensation of speed—then failed to notice the cliff edge ahead and plummeted straight down.

Miraculously, I landed cleanly right here.

And honestly? I was grateful.

—I’d been itching to test the limits of 【Devour】.

The werewolves remained wary, showing no sign of attacking. I picked one at random and closed the distance in an explosive burst of speed. My fist—raw power wrapped in strangely refined form—slammed into its skull.

—DOPAN!

A sickening bursting sound. In an instant, a thick pool of dark blood spread across the ground. The werewolf right beside it finally noticed me, slowly turning its head—only to witness its packmate’s ruined corpse.

〈ga, gauuuuuu!?!!??〉

—A howl that sounded more like a scream echoed through the cavern.

As if in answer, the howls chained together across the pack. Then, like an avalanche, they surged toward me.

The old me would have wet himself in terror at such a sight. But the expression on my face now wasn’t fear.

It was a smile.

Not bravado, not a forced grin—just calm, confident amusement.

Power really did change everything about how the world felt.

“…Gotta make sure I don’t get too full of myself.”

I parried the strikes coming from both sides and flowed straight into destroying their heads. The unpleasant crunching sounds repeated over and over until a small pocket of space finally opened around me.

I leaped straight upward.

〈gyaugyau!!〉

The werewolves stared up in stunned silence as I vanished from their level—then immediately clustered directly beneath me, preparing to catch my descent. Their rage over the slaughter of their kin shook the air with countless furious roars.

“First things first—let’s see the range.”

Roughly ten meters in radius. Satisfied with the estimate, I drew a clear, steady breath and spoke softly into the din.

“—【Devour】—”

In that instant, the deafening howls cut off as though sliced away.

When the echoes died… only a circular bite mark roughly ten meters across remained gouged into the cavern floor.