Two weeks quietly flew by.

The trio of clones in Stonebury continued reading books. Perhaps due to their rising skill level and Comprehension, their reading became faster, averaging 300 books daily. They were close to finishing all the non-duplicate books within the library, even the saucy adult ones.

After finishing the last book of the day, the three clones silently put their books on the shelves and left the library, taking a stroll home. The sky was already dyed orange, but Stonebury was still as lively as ever. They even passed by several Dungeon Explorers, who likely went to the nearby dungeon to level up and obtain loot. As a large town, there were several lvl +100 people there, both on Normal and Hard difficulty levels.

"Now that I think about it, we already cleared the Coalfell Dungeon. Isn't it time to move on to a better dungeon? We still need to grind those dungeon skills. We already reached the limit with most of our skills." Sonia pointed out.

"We will have use for the Extreme Magic Coal produced, so we will keep mining it. But we can allocate some clones to the Stonebury dungeon." Nidawei said.

"By the way, the drops from the Hell Mode dungeon were pretty disappointing..." Asher muttered.

"Yeah, aside from materials, equipment, potions, and scrolls, the only valuable things were blueprints, two 1-foot storage rings, and 70 Golden Apples," Sonia grumbled.

The so-called Golden Apple was a fruit that could extend lifespan by one year, rejuvenating it, and up to 10 could be eaten.

Normally, this item could only be obtained from the 100th-floor boss, regardless of difficulty level. Normal Difficulty produced only one each day, while Hard Difficulty produced three. Nightmare Difficulty even produced 5! This made this life-extension item expensive, but still affordable to the wealthy and powerful.

But on Hell Difficulty? Ten were directly produced on the 30th floor. And since the dungeon resets every day, they steadily farmed them. Of course, to them, this item's usefulness was limited.

What they cared more about were the blueprints for certain equipment and even devices. Of course, to use the blueprints, they needed the right skill level, tools, and materials... Which they all lacked.

It wasn't because they lacked money for it... There was just no market. Quite literally, the materials didn't even exist. All of them were Extreme Magic materials or something similar. Such things could only be procured within Hell Difficulty dungeons, and since most Hell Difficulty individuals were usually as weak as Kate, there was no circulation of such goods. In other words, they needed to mine and gather everything themselves!

"Speaking of which, we will need to send some clones to resource dungeons and gather materials for the blueprints," Asher said.

"If we were regular Hell Challengers, just traveling and gathering the resources needed to craft gear would take ages," Nidawei had a wary look.

"Well, Hell Challengers in this world likely get over 10,000 years to live, given that you can acquire life-extending props from the 300th and 1,000th floor bosses, too," Sonia said with a helpless look.

In addition to the Golden Apple, there were two higher-end life-extension props, each also extending lifespan by 1 year, but their usage limit increased to 90 and 900! However, the amount of these items also significantly dropped. A Hard Difficulty lvl 300 dungeon boss would drop one each day, while on Nightmare Difficulty, 3 would drop. The same logic went for the lvl 1,000 bosses in Nightmare Difficulty. Additionally, these life-extension items could be used by anyone, including family members!

Naturally, the high market demand and scarcity of these items represented overt and covert fighting over resources, especially within the dungeon. Targeted laws about dungeon-clearance rights and regulations on the private sale of these items were imposed by local tyrants, and fighting and killing within the higher-level dungeon was not uncommon. And in Hard Difficulty and Nightmare Difficulty, death had higher consequences and was potentially permanent!

However, as Hell Challengers, the trio obviously didn't need to concern themselves with such trivialities. Strong Hell Challengers were so rare that it was almost a myth, and the trio only sent their clones to explore the dungeon, with their real bodies safe and cozy in their house! Additionally, Hell Challengers could likely live to over 10,000 years if they repeatedly clear the 1,000th-level boss!

Of course, this was only half their lifespan, and a fraction of it after they evolved again, making this reward pointless. And they didn't plan on staying in this world for too long, either, wanting to leave within several decades.

"Speaking of Hell Challengers, Kate is making quick progress." Asher mused.

"Kate is, but Honami remains stagnant since Nidawei isn't letting her touch Boss... Although she could probably reach our level within three days if the boss lets her." Sonia pointed out.

"The lewd, masochistic vixen needs to earn it." Nidawei smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Earn it? You mean those extreme things you make her do?" Asher warily asked.

"Extreme things? Those are her rewards." Nidawei said with a blank look, innocently blinking her eyes.

"Like making her give you a massage, using her as a chair or leg rest, making her suck your toes, watching while we do it, and lap up Boss's leftovers from your snatch, spanking her when she wants to touch herself without permission, while forbidding her to touch Boss? Those kinds of rewards?" Sonia asked with twitching lips.

"Of course. Those are fitting rewards for a masochistic vixen." Nidawei nodded with a serious look.

"She is going to snap soon..." Asher warily said.

"In what way, Boss? Honami seems to really enjoy it... I mean, her tails are wagging all the time, and she always soaks the floor..." Sonia pursed her lips.

"Don't worry, I know when to stop...~" Nidawei playfully said.

As the trio walked and chatted on their way back, they noticed a young and handsome gentleman walking with a beautiful woman with a trendy, but slightly revealing dress, conversing and laughing as they walked.

Asher and Sonia ignored them, but Nidawei couldn't help but cast a curious glance with Reality Perception. But what she found made her raise an eyebrow.

"Hey, check the Gentleman and Lady over there," Nodawei said, motioning to the pair with her chin.

Asher and Sonia didn't say anything, using Reality Perception to also scan the two. And what they found made them have interested looks.

The woman was a high-class, albeit ordinary, prostitute, but the man had some interesting details...

"Well, I think we found The Harvester..." Asher muttered.

"Nice going, Nidawei. Why did you check them?" Sonia curiously asked.

"I just wondered if the woman was a prostitute, so I casually checked them. Turns out I was right, but found something extra." Nidawei shrugged.

"So, we know what to do now, right?" Asher narrowed his eyes and asked.

"Of course." Sonia seriously nodded.

"That's a given." Nidawei also nodded.

And so, the trio waited...

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At night, within an alley-

"Gughk...! Kuhk...!"

A beautiful woman clutched her throat, her eyes bulging as her life was being choked out of her with a tie from behind. The gentleman behind her had a gleeful expression, savoring her struggle, until finally-

Slump*

The woman's head tilted to the side, twitching a few more times as her bladder lost control, leaking to the floor, and her eyes lost their focus. At the same time, the gentleman received a notification that she died.

In practiced motions, the Harvester quietly placed the fresh corpse on the floor, cutting her dress loose before beginning to harvest her organs, such as her heart, lungs, guts, womb, uterus, and even her brain in jars, placing them in a spatial ring, before casting a cleaning spell on himself and leaving the scene. The whole process barely lasted several minutes, and the murder area was covered with several layered spells that covered the noise, smell, and sight of the horrifying scene, making the crime flawless.

Finally, the Harvester arrived at a different alley, tore off his skin mask, wore another one, and walked in a different direction, certain that no one noticed anything.

Finally, the organ-harvesting prostitute murderer reached an inconspicious building, walking to the alley door, putting on a fancy mask, and knocking. A sliding peephole opened, and a masked man looked outside and spoke in a cold, low voice.

"Do you have the food?"

"A mouthwatering feast is upon us, brother." The Harvester replied.

Clack*

Creak*

The door opened, revealing a bare-chested, muscular man with only a mask, butler pants, and shoes.

"Welcome to The Banquet." The bouncer respectfully said, showing the way inside.

The Harvester smiled and confidently walked inside. The bouncer peeked out of the door, looked left and right, and then closed the door, locking it again.

But what they failed to notice was the three pairs of curious eyes, looking at everything from the rooftops.

The trio saw everything, letting the murderer commit his crime, extract the organs, and then follow him all the way to this secret club, The Banquet. And they already partially guessed what would happen within.

"This is getting better and better." Sonia sneered, sitting at the roof edge while swinging her legs in the air like a child.

"We just found a whole nest of filthy things..." Nidawei squinted her eyes.

"Looking at it, reporting to the police would just backfire," Asher noted, looking through the building with Reality Perception.

Within this club were some very influential people, including those who could stop all possible investigations, including Andrew! If they tipped off the police, they would either find a scapegoat or even frame themselves!

"We can just ignore it, pretending we saw nothing." Sonia gave an option.

"Or we can teleport a bomb and let everything go boom." Nidawei narrowed her eyes.

"Both options are viable... but then, we will miss all the fun," Asher said with a strange smile.

Sonia and Nidawei shared the same look, their eyes revealing an ancient insanity that stemmed from the absolute boredom of extremely long-living beings.

In unison, they said three words.

"Murder Hobo Time!"