How did I turn my victim into a phoenix-like hero?

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"call......."

The safe return of the two brought a great deal of relief to Sirocco.

At the same time, another question came to mind.

How do I get back?

I have now become a burden.

Forget about drawing the weapon from her waist, Sirocco doesn't even have the strength to stand on her own right now.

He asked Hill to carry him back. A battle broke out on the way, and he didn't have the strength to protect Hill, so he had to rely on Hill for protection.

I've come up with three methods so far—

One option is to go with Hill and take shortcuts to avoid monsters. But if they do encounter one, she'll have to divide her energy between protecting herself and fighting the monster.

The second safest option is to find a safe place and wait for the rescue team.

Thirdly...

"Brother, your ring has a teleportation function. Go back to the Explorer's Hall and wait for Hill. Hill can use the skill to go back invisibly."

Do you have mind-reading abilities?

Hill's proposed method of returning home coincided with his own third plan.

"...Wait...the rescue team..."

“That won’t do. My brother is too weak right now, and waiting for so long will only make him more uncomfortable. What he needs is a comfortable bed and care.”

"...No...I don't want to go...The hospital is fine too..."

"Brother, trust Hill."

She gently lifted Sirocco's hand and helped him operate the ring table to find the teleportation function.

“…Hill…”

“Hill’s notes are here. They have the shortest route for the first floor. It will take less than 30 minutes. Brother, wait for me.”

She waved the small notebook in her hand with a showy air.

Today is your first day in the dungeon, can you really remember it?

There's food in my bag, you can take it first...

"!"

The unspoken words vanished as Hill gave him a big hug.

The debuff's side effect made Sirocco unable to smell, but allowed him to feel the warmth emanating from the other person even more.

There's no need to make it seem like a life-or-death situation; this is just one aspect.

Of course, he knew that Hill was trying to reassure him.

"Imagine what the Explorers' Hall looks like."

Hill whispered to Sirocco, maintaining their embrace, and took his hand to press "Teleport".

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In the blink of an eye, Sirocco was teleported to the Explorer's Hall.

Unlike last time, Sirocco didn't fall from mid-air; instead, he appeared out of thin air in the crowd.

The explorers were not surprised by this.

The problem is that Sirocco's long white hair is too eye-catching.

Even in this colorful game world, young girls with white hair are still a rare resource. Coupled with her current frail body and sickly appearance, she gives off a dreamlike feeling of a sickly beauty.

He swayed as he dragged himself through the bustling crowd, occasionally feeling the gazes of others. People formed a circle around him, avoiding contact with him.

There are just too many people...

By the way, it's afternoon now, nearing evening.

Dungeons become dangerous at night, so most amateur explorers and tourists visiting the dungeons leave at this time.

Sirocco found a secluded seat in the lobby bar, a spot from which the dungeon entrance was clearly visible.

This would make it easier for me to see Hill immediately, and also make it easier for her to find me.

In any case, he is safe.

That leaves Hill.

When she hadn't appeared within 30 minutes—no, 20 minutes—Sirocco contacted the rescue team.

He set the timer for 10 minutes until it rang.

He was too tired and uncomfortable; he needed to take a nap.

After doing all that, Sirocco collapsed onto the hard tabletop.

Despite his body being hot, he felt a sudden, inexplicable chill and instinctively hugged himself tightly.

Hill, you must be safe and sound.

Beren...

I want to see you so much...

Embracing a body that is warm on the outside but cold on the inside, I let my consciousness sink into darkness...

I do not know how long it has been.

"Oh, miss, are you alone?"

Sirocco's consciousness fully awakened from its semi-conscious state.

When his hair turned white, men often tried to flirt with him, and the obvious flirting immediately alerted him.

She noticed a man she didn't recognize sitting next to her.

Who are you?

A middle-aged man with brown hair and a balding head, dressed in a blue collared shirt and suit pants, carrying a large backpack and revealing some weapons, looked like an amateur explorer who came to the dungeon to earn some extra money.

My sixth sense inexplicably issued a warning.

"Stay away from me...."

"I'm concerned about you, don't be so indifferent."

Seeing that the other party was not giving up, Sirocco simply got up and left.

"Don't go."

"Gu..."

As soon as he stood up, the middle-aged man gently pulled him back to his seat.

Damn.

Sirocco tried to use the alarm clock, but the middle-aged man easily grabbed his hand.

"...Let go of me...."

Ugh, the word had absolutely no intimidating power coming out of his own mouth, Sirocco felt utterly terrible.

He explained, trembling (from disgust): "...I am...a man..."

"Excuse me? What did you say?"

"...I have leprosy...Don't touch me...I..."

"I see, I wasn't feeling well."

The middle-aged man clearly didn't hear what Sirocco said or that he was lying.

"Get some rest. I'll stay by your side and take good care of you."

Seeing that Sirocco was so powerless, the middle-aged man became bolder.

A rough hand covered the thigh of what appeared to be a white-haired girl, while the other hand took out a phone, reached into the collar of her clothes, and was filming something.

"...Stop...No...!"

Help!

It was so disgusting that it gave Sirocco goosebumps all over his body, and he was about to get hives.

Normally, I wouldn't care about any public security administration or punishment laws; I'd just punch this kind of guerrilla-style (referring to someone who would then be sexually assaulted) bully!

Why did I have to be groped by a greasy middle-aged man?

How unlucky must one be to encounter these kinds of things one after another!

I have to do something. Am I going to fall for this weird old man after defeating the boss?

Don’t do that kind of thing!

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up when he saw the contents of his phone:

"Not wearing anything?! Miss, you're a pervert too... You're so flat-chested, you could easily pass for a boy."