Why are all your skill bars full of weird moves?

Mia crossed her arms over her chest and looked anxiously at Gauss.

"Think of a solution quickly!"

For a pastor of pure faith, maintaining bodily sanctity is more important than life itself; that purity should be reserved for a future partner.

Gauss was not affected, or rather, he hadn't reached that point yet. After all, the borderline streamers he watched in his previous life were more open than them.

He scanned the surrounding stone walls and ground, trying to find hidden runes or cracks in the edges of the stone slabs, but found nothing.

Click—

A faint mechanical clicking sound came from underground.

"Oh, damn it."

Tilia looked down at her feet, completely unaware that she had stepped on a trap because she was looking at her surroundings.

puff--

Gauss's quiver and shortbow, now unsupported, fell with a thud onto the stone slab.

"Aaaaah—!"

"Don't look! Don't look! Don't look! Don't look!" Mia screamed, covering her groin with both hands and buckling her knees inward.

Overall, she can be described in one phrase: "Green grass and pink peach blossoms."

Ula gritted his teeth and crossed his arms over his chest.

She thought this would preserve her dignity, but she overlooked the fact that the peach had already been exposed to Gauss's view.

In contrast, Tilia seemed quite indifferent, even stretching and enjoying the awkwardness of the other two.

"Little priest," Tilia said to Mia in a low voice with a mischievous smile, "quickly cover your face. As long as no one can see your face, they won't know who you are."

Mia was clearly blinded by fallacies, or perhaps extreme shame and indignation had robbed her of her ability to think.

She actually pulled her hands away from her private parts and covered her face tightly.

Mia glimpsed Gauss through her fingers and then realized what was happening.

"No! We clearly know each other!" Mia screamed and covered her body again.

It was during this brief moment that Mia witnessed an unbelievable scene.

Although the church has drawn pictures of it, this is the first time I have seen one so lively and majestic.

"Gauss... what... what are you doing...?"

Out of curiosity, Ula turned her head slightly. Then she turned back abruptly, clenched her teeth, and blushed even more deeply.

Gauss fell silent.

After all, he was only in his early twenties, the prime of his life. With three stunningly beautiful bodies of varying styles before him, and he not being a virgin, it was normal for him to offer some kind of response. If he didn't, perhaps Gauss should see a psychologist.

Gauss closed his eyes and, after taking several deep breaths to calm his feverishness, slowly opened them, refocusing his gaze on the stone gate.

The weapons were not confiscated, which is good news.

As Tilia mentioned before, strange energy was emanating from behind the door.

Could this be a clue?

Gauss, filled with doubt, activated his heat source perception.

The view ahead turned dark blue, and below the tightly closed stone door, red air currents were seeping out through the cracks.

It's important to know that airtightness and structural strength are positively correlated.

A truly thick and dense piece of stone has extremely small gaps between molecules, making it difficult for even air to penetrate, let alone airflow.

The presence of such obvious convection leakage indicates that there are continuous cavities, splicing cracks, or loose interlayers inside the door panel, and that the whole structure is not solid at all.

Gauss turned around and looked back at the road he had come from.

Could this level be a misleading trap deliberately left by the designer?

Those who can enter through the first door must solve a puzzle.

So when you come here and see the nine-square grid, you'll probably think that you still need to arrange, calculate, and find patterns to solve it.

In addition, as Ura had previously stated, the goddess of pleasure was an ancient goddess with a free and unrestrained nature.

This type of personality often leads to a preference for acting spontaneously and not following conventional rules.

If that's the case...

Then the rules for this level might be that there are no rules.

With this thought in mind, Gauss crouched down and drew arrows enchanted by the gale from his quiver.

Although it's unknown how much damage it will cause, given Ula's current condition, it's unlikely she'd be able to go all out and break down the door.

Instead of doing that, it's better to rely on yourself.

Gauss bent down, picked up the short bow, nocked an arrow, drew the bow, and aimed at the stone gate ahead.

whoosh-

The arrow was drawn from its sheath.

In an instant, the arrow conjured a miniature tornado, hurtling forward with a sharp whistle, kicking up dust from the ground!

A loud rumble—rubble collapsed, and dust billowed up. A wide passage appeared before them, littered with the clothes that had just disappeared.

Mia stood frozen in place, her hands still covering her chest.

"That's...it's that simple? You just blew it up?"

Ula turned around, her face ashen, and complained angrily, "Damn it! You clearly had this brutal method, why didn't you use it sooner! Did you have to watch us embarrass ourselves?!"

"I just realized that myself." Gauss put away his bow, his tone flat.

Ula and Mia no longer cared about the blame, and the two rushed towards the passage as if they were sprinting 100 meters.

Tilia stood with her hands behind her back, looking on with interest in front of Gauss.

She stretched out her finger and gently flicked Gauss.

In an instant, Gauss's muscles tensed up and his eyes widened.

Is this some kind of poet?

"That's amazing," Tilia blinked, her voice filled with pure curiosity.

"Why is it like this now, instead of the usual way?"

"This is so much fun!"

"Tilia." Gauss's voice carried a dangerous warning as he grabbed Tilia's wrist. "You'd better not do this again, or the consequences will be severe."

Tilia did not back down; instead, she pressed herself against him.

The soft, firm pressure, combined with that delicate face, and the faint scent of roses in her breath.

"I'm really curious..." Tilia brought her nose close to Gauss's face, her tone slightly seductive, "What will the consequences be?"

"What are you doing!"

Mia covered her mouth, looked at the two of them, and her face was filled with disbelief and shock.

Gauss released his grip, bent down to pick up the quiver, and then swaggered toward the stone gate.

Tilia glanced at Gauss's muscular back, blinked, and then a mischievous smile crept across her face.

……

After quickly tidying himself up, Gauss began to look around.

In view was an extremely spacious underground hall, surrounded by obsidian pillars, with a deep dome hidden in the darkness.

In the very center of the main hall, two stone platforms of different heights stand side by side.

The top of the higher stone platform was completely enveloped by a pillar of purple light. Inside the pillar, an open, ancient book floated, its edges shimmering with an eerie glow.

Tilia stepped forward and touched her messy sideburns a couple of times.

"That book is the source of magic."

*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*

A crisp clapping sound suddenly rang out in the empty hall.

Everyone raised their weapons, ready for battle, and looked in the direction of the sound.

Torches lit up one after another in the darkness like a carousel, and the elven nobleman Grant led a dozen mercenaries out of the shadows.

"That's an absolutely brilliant way to break through the gate." He had a mocking smile on his face, making it impossible to tell whether it was praise or sarcasm. "My friend, you actually managed to break through three ancient barriers in a row; you're truly a rare genius."

At this moment, a burly orc mercenary emerged from the crowd, carrying Balk, who was bound hand and foot and soaking wet, and threw him to the ground.

"Cough cough..." After rolling around twice, Balk staggered to his feet, forcing a bitter smile. "Brother... these bastards caught me in the sewers."

Gauss wanted to respond, but found a white-skinned Tifflin wearing the badge of a seasoned adventurer on his chest standing to Grant's side and behind.

It seems that he is the only survivor of that adventure team.

"Mr. Grant," Gauss said in an extremely calm and polite tone, "it seems the lesson learned at the tavern last time was far from enough."