Inventor of another world, the little female ghost wants to kidnap me

With a loud bang, in a cave somewhere on the first level of the dungeon, the stone wall was blasted open by magic, rubble flew everywhere, and dust rose up.

A black-haired boy, his body soaked in monster blood, rushed out and was exposed to the adventurers.

The boy's eyes emitted a strange light, and the wand in his hand was obviously broken, with only one-third of its original length left. In his arms was a sleeping girl.

Damn, if Sylvia really died in the dungeon, I would lose my ticket to enter the dungeon!

There is one thing that Sylvia said that is true, that is, in this town of Mag, no one except her would hire supporters.

Amid the surprised gazes of the crowd, Miss did not linger, but rushed through the crowd holding Sylvia and ran towards the exit of the dungeon.

The adventurers stared blankly at the cave, then at the young man's receding back.

“This guy has a door but he doesn’t use it, so he digs a hole himself?”

"That boy must have come up from the second floor. I see there's slime on his body. It seems he overestimated his own abilities and suffered the consequences, and even implicated his teammates."

"Wait, black hair, isn't that a walking 100 gold coins?"

I don’t know who mentioned the boy’s hair color, and everyone was stunned. It seemed that he really had black hair. The one on the wanted poster?

After everyone looked at each other, they all chased in the direction where the boy disappeared like arrows shot from a bow.

It's okay if the cooked duck runs into your mouth by itself.

Miss, hiding behind a huge rock, didn't dare to breathe. Only after hearing the noisy footsteps nearby disappear, did he feel relieved.

On the third floor, they were surrounded by monsters and had no way out. Miss used a powerful explosion magic scroll to blow through the wall of the dungeon and found another way out. In the process, he also got help from passers-by.

If the [Cold-Blooded and Sharp-Teeth] Guild had not rushed over after hearing the noise, he and Sylvia might have really been killed on the third floor.

Although they may not have recognized me, I still have to find an opportunity to repay them.

It seems that Cold-Blooded Sharp-Tooth is quite enthusiastic.

As he was bombarded along the way, his disguise magic had long been broken by the violent magic shock, revealing his original appearance.

After taking a look at Sylvia, who was safe and sound and drooling in his arms, Miss slammed his head on her forehead.

Just sleep. Sleep till you die.

He was now basically certain that this guy was a complete scoundrel and had no fighting ability at all.

I really don’t know how he was rated as a C-level adventurer. Did his family donate a building to the association?

Or is your father the president of the association?

After a period of rest, Miss's hollowed-out body finally recovered. He used the [Online Dating Assistant] again to complete his disguise, picked up Sylvia from the ground, and prepared to leave the dungeon.

Holding the girl's soft body, the faint fragrance permeated the boy's heart. He fiercely suppressed his vigorous energy. He would be embarrassed if someone saw him getting excited in public.

As soon as he picked up Sylvia, Miss realized that the magic power he had just recovered began to flow into her body.

Wow, he wants to eat while sleeping, it seems he is really hungry.

Feeling a stream of warmth entering her body, Sylvia gradually regained consciousness.

Where am I?

Why is there so much emptiness around me and why can't I see anything?

It feels so comfortable, like being in my mother’s arms.

Did my mother come to the dungeon to save me?

The girl slowly opened her eyes, and blurry she seemed to see her mother.

"Mother?"

The familiar voice did not appear, but what appeared was Miss's words: "I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it, but you can call me dad."

After hearing Miss's voice, Sylvia woke up instantly and realized that there was no mother, only a little black boy.

Wait, this angle, this touch, is he holding me up, or is he carrying me like a princess?

"Asshole, hooligan, let me go!"

The girl's struggle made it difficult for Miss to move forward, so he had to slowly put Sylvia down from his arms.

Sylvia sat on the ground, feeling weak all over, probably because she hadn't eaten for a few days and was hungry.

She wanted to stand up, but her long white legs were not very obedient.

Helplessly, Sylvia gave up, lay on the ground, and looked at the surrounding environment.

"Are we on the first floor?"

Miss stretched his body and replied, "Yes, and we will be able to leave the dungeon soon."

Sylvia held her forehead; the pain reminded her of what had happened before.

I was chased by monsters on the third floor, and then fainted from exhaustion...

Logically speaking, in that situation, with wolves in front and tigers behind, one would definitely die.

Sylvia looked at her intact body, then looked at Miss, and discovered the boy's clothes stained with blood of various colors, and the magic wand with only the last piece left.

The next moment, a charming blush crept up the girl's cheeks, just like the fiery clouds in the evening sky.

"You saved me?"

Miss looked around and said, "It should be me. There's no one else around here."

Once again, I was saved by this man. I could have just ignored myself, or I could have just forgiven him for letting him see my naked body. . .

"Why did you save me in such a dangerous situation? Wouldn't it be safer if you ran away by yourself?" Sylvia didn't dare to look directly into the boy's eyes, she lowered her head and asked in a low voice.

Missy looked disgusted and said, "I was planning to leave by myself, but someone hugged my thighs and kept calling me mom."

The fiery clouds were blown away by the strong wind, leaving no trace of their existence, and the deer that was pounding against the girl's chest seemed to have fainted.

"Huh? How is that possible!" Sylvia blushed as she imagined the scene described by Miss.

Mis imitated Sylvia, tilted her head, crossed her arms over her chest, and said, "Not only did you call me mom, you almost called me dad. I love raising a daughter the most, how can I stand it."

There was a bone-chilling coldness in Sylvia's eyes, her pretty face was puffed up with anger, and she looked like she wanted to kill someone.

"You! You'd better go die!"

It is unforgivable that someone had seen me in such a disgraceful state.

Bastard, unforgivable!

There is no day and night alternation in the dungeon. Miss calculated the time and it was probably already evening. It was time to leave.

He squatted down and poked Sylvia's face with his hand, "It's getting dark outside, we have to go out."

Sylvia turned her head away, not wanting to pay any attention to Miss.

At this time, the girl's stomach started to growl again.

"Look at how hungry the child is. If you don't go back to the town, the shops will be closed. How can you exchange the magic core for money? How can you fill your stomach without money?"

With Miss's persuasion, Sylvia finally calmed down and realized that eating was the most important thing.

"Hmph, I'll teach you a lesson after dinner..."

Finally able to leave the dungeon, Miss stretched himself and thought it was a fulfilling day.

After taking two steps, Miss was stopped by Sylvia behind him.

"Well, wait a minute."

Mis turned around, looked at the girl sitting on the ground, and asked, "What else, Master?"

Sylvia lowered her head, her eyes wandering, not daring to look at the boy's face, and whispered: "Hold me..."

Mis was stunned for a moment, thinking he had heard wrongly, "What did you say?"

The girl was a little anxious, "Hold me, idiot, I have no feeling in my legs, I can't stand up..."

Miss laughed, "You were the one who said you didn't want it then, but now you still want it. Women's hearts are like the sea."

"Stop talking nonsense, come and hug me, I'm the boss, listen to me!"

Miss squatted down, stretched out his hands and picked up Sylvia again, and Sylvia naturally hung her arms around his neck.

The contact between the skin made the girl's cold heart restless again. In order to avoid being discovered by the boy about her shyness, she buried her head directly in the boy's shoulder and refused to look up again.

Sylvia didn't know that from this moment on, the way she looked at Miss had quietly changed.

"Tsk, it's quite elastic."

A pervert is a pervert, and a damned one deserves to be damned!