Chương 375: The Status of Succubi

"Damn it, are succubi really so unpopular in the dark depths!"

Roland complained as she quickened her pace, managing to run twice the distance despite her empty belly, and made her way to the south gate of Black Iron City.

The south gate is hundreds of meters lower in elevation than the north gate.

If the entrance to the upper city is halfway up a small mountain, then the entrance to the lower city is at the bottom of a valley.

The roads in the lower part of the city are noticeably dilapidated, but they are still bustling with traffic.

Unlike the entrance to the upper city, this place has more handcarts transporting basic raw materials, such as crops, ores, and manure for cultivating humus.

The gates to the lower city also looked rather shabby, with only a few listless demon guards and a gray dwarf official in charge of issuing ID cards.

"Oh, this little succubus is pretty hot, it's a pity her magic power isn't that great."

"What's your name?"

Roland sat at the wooden table, facing the tall, gray dwarf who was a full 1. 45 meters tall, and greeted him politely.

My name is Laura.

"Lola?" The gray dwarf looked at Laura suspiciously.

"Does she have a surname?"

"no."

"Fine, it's okay if you don't want to tell me your real name, it's just a code name anyway."

The grey dwarf official tossed a metal card to Roland, tossed his small purse of silver coins around, and looked at Roland with a mocking expression.

"Since you're so good at handling things, I'll give you a piece of information."

"The young lady of the Grey Gold family recently opened a small tavern in the lower city. A lowly succubus like you could try applying for a job as a hostess."

"It's better than working as a laborer on a construction site. With such a big chest, you probably wouldn't be very good at working."

Roland was exasperated and pointed at herself with her index finger.

"Me... become a hostess?"

"Otherwise what?" the gray dwarf official retorted.

"You're a lowly succubus. You either do hard labor or you become a hostess."

"This is only because you're pretty; other lower-ranking succubi wouldn't even dream of it."

Of course, Roland would never work as a hostess.

A true man, though poor, will not lose his spirit; he will not bow down for five pecks of rice!

She is a highly qualified person, and even though she is currently suffering from internal injuries, she is only equivalent to an ordinary person who has just entered the extraordinary realm.

But wisdom and knowledge are the best job qualifications.

With her identification credentials, Roland entered the lower city without any hindrance and confidently walked into the Adventurers' Guild.

Since it's a magical otherworld, there are naturally adventurers' guilds in the cities.

In the imperial capital of the surface world, each district has an Adventurers' Guild, which serves as a relay station for city commissions and trade between extraordinary individuals.

It's just that Roland's business is mostly in the consumer sector, so she hasn't been there much.

In the dark underground, the proportion of extraordinary beings far exceeds that of the surface world.

As a result, the Adventurers' Guild's influence and service scope expanded significantly.

Not only adventure-related quests, but also job postings from various shops, construction projects, and companies in the city will be released to the Adventurers' Guild.

Roland only needs to pay a silver coin as a registration fee to register her identity, and then she can directly receive the relevant job postings and go to the target location for an interview.

However, reality is quite harsh.

Roland finally understood why the grey dwarf governor had uttered such discriminatory words against the lowly succubi.

……

"Hello, Manager Stark, my name is Laura. I have extensive team management experience, am skilled at writing work reports, and have strong stress resistance..."

"Oh, so you're a succubus. We don't recruit succubi around here."

"You're too provocative, go back now."

……

"Hello Master Singed, I am Laura. I can brew apprentice-level potions, and I hope..."

"What do you mean succubi? I don't need you hussies. You'll turn my alchemy workshop into a bar full of jealous rivals."

……

"Hello, Manager Morey, I'm an expert in all kinds of desserts and snacks, and I also have new and trendy foods..."

"My dear succubus, the new food you're talking about... you wouldn't be planning to mix those lewd bodily fluids into the desserts, would you?"

"Sorry, I don't hire succubus employees."

After repeatedly hitting roadblocks, Roland had no choice but to return to the Adventurers' Guild, where she sat dejectedly on a wooden chair in the corner.

In the eyes of the people of Black Iron City, succubi are adept at opportunism, seduction, and fraud, which can affect the stability of the city and businesses.

They themselves were not good at labor and had low productivity.

Even if they work in the sex industry, they will still steal the essence of their customers and harm their health.

Furthermore, the dark underground is inherently dangerous and resource-scarce, making production efficiency extremely important to city managers.

In this environment, succubi were almost treated as urban parasites.

They were prohibited from serving in the military, and from participating in commercial or political activities.

The policies set by adults in the upper district influenced people's views on succubi in the lower district, further squeezing the employment space for succubi.

This resulted in succubi being relegated to low-end jobs.

For example, moving goods, housekeeping services, or low-cost service industries.

Of course, few people would be willing to engage in dual cultivation with a succubus, because they would be drained of their energy and magic, and the customer might even demand that the succubus pay for emotional distress.

Roland couldn't help but recall the conversation she had with the timid succubus sheep a year ago.

Sheep once said that the situation of low-level succubi in the dark underground is very bad.

Even the sheep himself had to hone his cooking skills before transforming into a super-working ox or horse, working hard for over a hundred years to save enough money to smuggle himself into the world.

"Being a sheep is really tough."

Roland sighed.

If she hadn't become a lowly succubus, she really wouldn't have imagined that the sheep faced such immense pressure in life.

Roland rallied slightly and reached out to continue searching through the job postings.

She was also searching for news of the Dark Scholars Society, but the complex geography of the Dark Underground made it extremely slow for news to spread, and Roland had not yet made any progress.

"I still need to find a job. I don't have much money left. If I just sit around and do nothing, I'll probably end up sleeping on the streets."

"But because I'm a low-ranking succubus, hardly anyone is willing to hire me."

"This is blatant racism!"

Roland reluctantly pulled a paper packet from her pocket, unwrapped the rough oil paper to reveal the brown bread inside, and began to nibble on it.

This brown bread is slightly softer than the black bread, but it costs three times as much.

This is also a characteristic of the dark underground, where living resources are scarce.

Especially for agricultural products, prices are soaring like succubi, never to come down.

Roland's worried expression was noticed by a gray dwarf girl who had been observing her for a while.

The gray dwarf girl looked at Roland's curvaceous figure and her charming face, which was covered in dust but could not hide her allure. She got up from the chair and walked towards Roland.

"My lovely succubus, are you troubled by not being able to find a job you truly enjoy?"

"Who is speaking?!"

"Hehe, let me introduce myself. I'm the business secretary of Miss Dura Grey, in charge of managing the newly established [Big Bird Spin] tavern. Would you like to try working here?"

"Holy crap, who's talking?!"

Roland looked around so hard she almost broke her neck, but she still couldn't find the person who had spoken.

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through her knee, causing Roland to gasp and look down.

Beside the table, a pretty, petite gray dwarf girl in a suit and tie glared angrily.

"Hey, you arrogant and rude succubus."

"If you treat a gray dwarf like this, believe me, I'll charge you with racial discrimination and make you walk on a squat for a month!"

Roland answered instinctively.

"But even if I squat down, I might still be taller than you."