Round 337

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The portal had been installed temporarily.

Since we could retrieve it later, we decided to find a better location afterward.

After setting up the portal inside Hassan’s house, we gathered the unfinished elixir and stepped through.

Then, the Dungeon of Gluttony unfolded before our eyes.

“Kyaa.”

The portal leading to the Dungeon of Gluttony had already been set up.

It was placed at the entrance of the slime village, so as soon as we entered, the charming village scenery came into view.

Ara, Mark2, and Hassan, who had followed behind, looked around.

“Hoho. Truly astonishing.”

“Amazing!”

Squish.

After seeing their reactions, we headed straight to the fairy village.

What we needed now were the ingredients for the elixir.

There were probably some left.

Even if we were short, it wouldn’t be a big problem.

Gathering ingredients wouldn’t take too long.

“Lord Overlord!”

As soon as we arrived at the fairy village, Frey was the first to greet us.

Since this was already Hassan’s third visit, he looked quite at home here.

“It’s always good to see. Hoho.”

I hugged Frey and placed her on my shoulder before asking,

“Frey, do you have any elixir ingredients left?”

Frey suddenly froze with a shocked expression.

What was that about?

“Uh, um, did you… know about it?”

“Hm?”

“I-I’m sorry! I never intended to hide it! I just collected them just in case!”

Seeing Frey act like she’d been caught red-handed, I tilted my heads in confusion.

“I will offer up all the ingredients I’ve gathered! Please have mercy…!”

“Oh, so you’ve been collecting them even after that.”

But was that really something to feel so guilty about?

Frey was trembling slightly, probably because she felt guilty about secretly gathering them.

It was kind of cute.

“P-please have mercy!!”

“Pfft, alright. But let’s see how much our little Frey has gathered so far.”

I held back my laughter and watched as Frey fidgeted anxiously.

Seriously, she was adorable.

Frey, along with the other fairies, brought out the elixir ingredients they’d hidden.

A rough estimate suggested there was enough to make about two elixirs.

They couldn’t have made them without me anyway, so why the secrecy?

Feeling a bit puzzled, I asked Frey.

Frey’s eyes widened, and she clapped her hands.

“Now that I think about it, you’re right! We wouldn’t be able to make them without you in the first place!”

Our adorable Frey.

Just stay healthy, that’s all that matters.

I scanned through the ingredients.

Not a single one was missing.

Now, if I just added the unfinished elixir to this…

“Soo! We need to find Soo!”

I immediately opened the minimap.

Soo’s icon appeared.

What? He’s nearby?

“Oh, right, he decided to stay in the fairy village last time.”

Come to think of it, Soo and the little herb gatherers were staying here.

I felt a bit guilty for not checking in on them recently.

‘I wonder how his rebellion is coming along.’

When I arrived at Soo’s location, the little guy looked startled, like he’d been caught doing something wrong.

“Soooo!!”

“Soo! What are you up to?!”

Ara ran over to him.

Soo flailed his arms, trying to act like nothing was going on.

“Soo, you’ve been well, right?”

—Kkyu-ing.

“How’s it been lately? Have you made progress on the rebellion?”

—Kkyu-kyuit!?

His expression screamed, ‘How did you know?!’

Seeing his adorable reaction, I couldn’t help but laugh and made a request.

“Soo, can you use the Five Elements Circulation?”

—Kkyuit?

Soo tilted his head.

Then, he followed us and used the Five Elements Circulation on the elixir, just like he had done before.

“Ohhh! Amazing!”

Watching the elixir take shape, Hassan marveled.

Once the Five Elements Elixir was complete, Hassan examined its effects and looked stunned.

“This… This is far more effective than any elixir I’ve known. Just what is this…?”

“With this, it should be enough to plant the World Tree, right?”

“Of course!”

As a reward for his efforts, we extended Soo’s rebellion preparation period by an entire month.

Overjoyed, Soo promised to prepare even harder.

Then, realizing his slip-up, he flailed around, pretending he didn’t know anything.

“Shall we head back?”

“Indeed.”

We took the portal and returned to Hassan’s house.

This portal was truly convenient.

It was almost unbelievable.

“This item has absurd functions. Can this portal transport others as well?”

“It’s not an item; it’s my ability, so I don’t think that’s possible.”

“Huh, just how many abilities do you have?”

“Haha.”

I let out an awkward laugh and started moving again.

Soon, we arrived at the location Mark2 had selected, carrying the seed and elixir.

“Mark2, is this the place?”

Squish!!

Mark2 confirmed.

Then, the four of us—Ara, Hassan, Mark2, and I—worked together to dig the ground.

As we dug, I couldn’t help but wonder why we were doing this manually when we had machines.

But just in case, we stuck to manual labor.

Squelch!

“This should be enough!”

Mark2 and Ara called out.

We carefully placed the World Tree seed in the center of the dug-out ground and gently covered it with soil again.

After smoothing the ground, it was time for the long-awaited elixir infusion.

“I never thought I’d be pouring an elixir into the ground.”

“Hoho. Even I feel a bit sentimental.”

I carefully poured the elixir onto the soil.

Directly over the spot where the World Tree seed was planted.

The elixir soaked into the ground, moistening it thoroughly.

“Is it done?”

“Hm…”

Surely, the elixir wasn’t wasted, right?

Just as anxiety started creeping in—

Plop.

“Huh?”

“Ohhh! It’s sprouting!”

“What?!”

The soil bulged upward.

Then, from the shifting ground, a sprout the size of a clenched fist emerged.

Clap, clap, clap, clap.

“Wowww!”

Ara clapped and cheered.

Hassan and I were too astonished to say anything, our mouths hanging open.

Who would have thought it would sprout this quickly?

“…Looks like we need to hurry up with construction.”

“Agreed. It’s hard to predict its growth rate.”

Mark2 decided to stay here for the time being.

As a World Tree slime, he was the perfect caretaker for the World Tree.

Even though it was just a sprout, he was already communicating with it.

I then instructed Hassan to be informed whenever the World Tree needed anything.

However, Mark2’s words didn’t reach Hassan.

‘But he can just visit every day.’

With that, we completed the first dig and admired the baby World Tree.

The tiny sprout was irresistibly cute.

“It will grow strong and healthy.”

Ara stroked the sprout as she spoke.

The sprout quivered in response.

‘…It moved.’

That was fascinating.

So, this little thing would eventually become the World Tree in our dungeon?

In reality, a fully grown World Tree was nearly as large as a small city.

Hassan’s city was already quite large, but aside from the ecological botanical garden, we might have to give up all the space for the World Tree.

However, Hassan had grand plans.

“We shall build a city inside the World Tree, just like the fairies. Hoho.”

In fact, the fairies were probably using less than 1% of the World Tree.

Considering its sheer size, that was only natural.

Looking at the interior space of the World Tree, it seemed more than capable of accommodating an entire city.

This was something we had already discussed with the World Tree in the fairy village.

The World Tree could reshape its interior as it pleased.

As long as we designed the city’s layout, it was entirely possible.

‘This could become the most famous landmark on Earth.’

Hassan mentioned that even the building owners in the area had agreed to the city plan inside the World Tree.

To convince them, he had taken numerous photos of the World Tree’s interior and exterior and spent a lot of effort persuading them.

Hassan had also covered most of the costs, as a bonus.

“Well then, we’ll be going now. If anything happens, just come through the portal and call for us.”

“Of course. I shall take good care of Mark2.”

“I’m counting on you.”

After saying our goodbyes, we stepped through the portal.

Every time we used it, we were reminded of how convenient it was.

Hassan would probably stay glued to the baby World Tree, watching it all day.

It was practically his lifelong dream coming true.

“Welcome back.”

“Oh, Emily! How have you been?”

“Yes! I’ve been training all day to get closer to my sword.”

Emily held up her sword.

It was the mythical (?) sword that Bell had crafted.

“Have you gotten stronger?”

“Yeah! Let’s have a sparring match later, Ara.”

“Anytime! Whoosh whoosh.”

Ara struck a clumsy boxing stance and threw playful cat punches.

Despite her cute appearance, getting hit by her would send anyone straight to the afterlife.

“You’re trying to get used to the sword?”

“Huh? Oh, that too, but as I said earlier, I want to get closer to it.”

“Hm?”

What did that mean?

Wasn’t that the same thing?

I tilted my head in confusion, and Emily mimicked me.

As we stared at each other, she suddenly had an “Ah!” moment and explained.

“This is an Ego Sword!”

“An Ego Sword? What’s that?”

“Umm… A sword that can think and talk?”

“What?”

A sword that could think and talk?

That sounded more like a living creature than a weapon.

I stared blankly at the black sword Emily was holding.

Then, I hesitantly greeted it.

“Uh… Hello?”

“Kyu-seong-Kyu-seong, are you talking to a sword? Are you okay?”

“No! Emily just said it can think and talk.”

“Emily must be messing with you.”

Ara smirked, clearly thinking I’d fallen for a joke.

But looking at Emily’s expression, she seemed completely serious.

“It’s true. Its name is Geomdori. It means ‘sword’ and also refers to its black color. But it can only talk to me. It’s actually complaining that you’re greeting it so late.”

Wow. What a polite sword.

Meanwhile, Ara narrowed her eyes and stared at Geomdori, as if engaging in a staring contest.

“So, you’re Geomdori. Let’s hear you speak.”

“It says to soften your gaze.”

“Why can’t I hear it? I want to hear it too!”

Ara pouted, inflating her cheeks, but Emily only gave her a helpless look.

“Sorry, Ara. It seems like only I can hear it.”

“That’s unfair. Geomdori! I will resent you!”

Ara dramatically turned her head away.

It was rare to see her sulking.

She must have really wanted to hear it.

…Or maybe she was just pretending.

Looking closely, she only turned her head but kept sneaking glances at Emily and the sword.

It was so obvious that it was adorable.

“An Ego Sword, huh…”

What would happen if I held it?

Would I be able to talk to it too?

“Can I try holding it?”

“Uh, when my dad held it, it hurt him… Oh, I mean, he said it felt painful.”

“Then I’ll pass.”

You don’t just grab someone else’s sentient weapon like that.

“Oh? Wait, it says it wants to talk to you.”

“What? Geomdori?”

It wanted to talk to me?

Why? I had nothing to say.

Suddenly, Emily extended Geomdori toward me.

Remembering how even Kyler had flinched from the pain of touching it, I instinctively stepped back.

“Whoa, whoa! That’s dangerous.”

“It’s fine! It says you can hold it.”

“Huh? Uh, wait…?”

Before I knew it, Geomdori was in my hands.

And then—

A mysterious voice echoed in my mind.

—“At last, we meet, Demon King!”

What the heck was this?!

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Master 92

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News had recently spread about the creation of a new knights’ order under the rapidly rising House of Count Lingard.

Naturally, skilled individuals from across the land, many of whom had no current affiliations, flocked toward it.

“This is Count Lingard’s estate, huh…”

One of them, Johan, a graduate hopeful from the knight academy, was shining his eyes as he looked around what might become his future workplace.

“…But there are more applicants than I expected.”

However, that excitement quickly faded as Johan, seeing the large number of candidates gathered in the mansion’s courtyard, scratched his head with a deflated expression.

“I’ll be lucky just to pass the first round…”

Johan had just graduated from the knight academy, but like most graduates, he was not yet fully recognized as a true knight.

Only a very rare few elites could immediately take the knight’s oath upon graduation.

And high-ranking nobles who relied entirely on their connections.

Unless one was such a chosen individual, an ordinary graduate had no choice but to knock on countless doors and search tirelessly to gain acceptance into a knightly order.

‘There are more older applicants than I thought. Which means…’

Having just stepped into this fierce competition, Johan felt pressured by the presence of many seasoned applicants with beards among the crowd.

‘…Does that mean I might end up like that too?’

A life where, after failing to join any order for more than ten years, one misses all other opportunities and ends up endlessly applying to meaningless openings.

As a commoner and an orphan with no connections to speak of, that was a future Johan desperately wanted to avoid.

“The next group, this way.”

“…!”

Hearing the call, Johan, who had been nervously taking deep breaths, widened his eyes and raised his head as it was finally his group’s turn.

“P-Please enter through here.”

A very young-looking maid, who had been bustling about with many other maids, was motioning toward the interview hall entrance with a tearful-looking face.

‘……How envious.’

Though the sight might have looked somewhat ridiculous at first glance, to Johan, it was simply enviable.

The fact that such a young girl commanded so many maids showed that she held a significant position within the estate.

Having grown up watching many talented youths at the Empire’s most meritocratic knight academy, even that was enough to make him jealous.

‘No, I can’t let myself get intimidated.’

For a moment he wore a downcast expression, but quickly shook his head and clenched his teeth, stepping forward together with his group members.

‘They said that even if a griffon bites you, you’ll survive if you keep your wits about you. So…’

Thus, carrying their own hopes and circumstances, Johan and the other applicants stepped into a space that resembled a garden more than an interview hall.

“…Kugh?”

It was at that moment that a choking sound came from nearby.

“What is this?”

Turning his head in confusion, Johan gasped and staggered backward in shock.

“Eek…”

“My… my arm…”

Most of the group that had entered with him was already collapsed on the ground, foaming at the mouth.

“W-Why is everyone suddenly…!”

-Clang…!

“…Hiiik?!”

Startled, Johan instinctively swung his arms, and the sword he was carrying collided with something, freezing him in place in panic.

“Hmph…”

“…!?”

Seconds later, Johan, who had shrunk in fear, cautiously glanced to the side and opened his eyes wide in surprise.

“Your reaction was good, but… you lack follow-through.”

“W-Who are you…?”

Anyone who had recently graduated from the knight academy would know her without fail.

Once the most promising prodigy, she had fallen into ruin but recently made a miraculous comeback, skyrocketing her reputation.

The undisputed captain of the newly founded Lingard Knights.

“Compared to the others, you’re slightly above average.”

“Huh?”

“We decided to select only a few elite candidates, but if I eliminate too many here, it’ll be meaningless…”

Muttering as she examined Johan with an untrusting gaze was none other than Runiel Mistilane, the legendary knight.

“W-What on earth is going on…”

Still stunned by Runiel’s sudden appearance, Johan opened his mouth weakly to protest, realizing that he had been ambushed.

“Compared to them, your response was rather excellent.”

“It’s rare for someone to block my attack so perfectly.”

However, Runiel ignored Johan’s protests and quietly shifted her gaze to another survivor standing next to him.

“State your affiliation and name.”

“…None.”

“You’re saying you don’t even have a name?”

Asked Runiel sharply, facing the mysterious applicant who was cloaked in a black robe.

“Yes.”

“Hm…”

An uncomfortable silence fell over the scene.

“…U-Um.”

“…?”

“Are those people… still alive?”

Muttering nervously in the heavy silence, Johan regretted speaking almost instantly as everyone turned their stern gazes toward him.

Not only Runiel, but also all the maids who had been carrying out the collapsed applicants on stretchers stared at him coldly.

“H-Haha. I shouldn’t have asked that, huh.”

Terrified by the strange atmosphere, Johan tried to back away slowly.

“W-Well, excuse me then…”

“That’s not the way.”

“Oh.”

“Move on to the next stage.”

As Runiel’s cold command struck him, Johan had no choice but to swallow his tears and move on to the next interview area.

“Wait.”

Just as Johan moved ahead, the cloaked figure tried to follow after him.

Runiel’s cold voice rang out from behind.

“Remember this.”

“…”

“No matter who you are, you cannot deceive my master’s eyes.”

At those words, the mysterious figure halted for a moment, glanced at a bush beside Runiel rather than at Runiel herself, and quietly replied.

“…Understood.”

After that exchange, the survivors disappeared into the next area without any further incident.

Silence once again blanketed the garden.

“Ha, unbelievable.”

Breaking the stillness, a voice rang out from the bushes as Bergen appeared, speaking in his trademark sly tone to Runiel.

“I made eye contact with that guy just now.”

“…Is that so?”

“Hey, don’t just brush it off like that.”

Annoyed by Runiel’s indifferent reaction, Bergen continued, looking slightly offended.

“In my whole life, there have only been three people who’ve noticed my presence.”

Lighting a cigarette while cautiously looking around, Bergen’s expression turned more serious.

“The second one was our mysterious employer, whose intentions are impossible to read, and the third one was just now.”

“…I see.”

Although he naturally skipped over the first case, Runiel still responded with an indifferent attitude.

“Hah, you don’t seem very reliable. You couldn’t even detect my ambush, remember?”

“…If I had fully recovered my strength, that wouldn’t have happened.”

When Bergen pointed out the recent incident, frowning slightly, Runiel also furrowed her brow and responded.

“Mm, is that so?”

“…Haa.”

Seizing the opportunity, Bergen mimicked Runiel’s indifferent attitude, then looked at her with a smug expression as she sighed.

“By the way, how’s that recovery going? You don’t look much different from before.”

“I will have recovered about 70% of my original strength within this week.”

“Mm… really?”

Hearing Runiel’s reply and seeing her still indifferent demeanor, Bergen finally opened his eyes wide and spoke.

“If you don’t believe me, we can have a spar after that.”

“Forget it. I’m not a knight, remember? I hate deadly duels.”

With a smirk, Bergen immediately backed off, lighting the cigarette in his mouth and turning away.

“Well, let’s see. Looks like the next group is coming in. Here.”

He handed over the personal records of the new applicants.

“……”

“Then I’m off. As you know, my job is to secretly evaluate the interviewees.”

With that, Bergen quickly disappeared into the bushes.

“Good grief.”

Even so, Runiel kept glaring at the bushes for a while before finally shaking her head and turning her gaze to the documents he had given her.

“…Huh?”

And a moment later, a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

“You… why are you…”

For some reason, Runiel’s hands holding the papers were trembling noticeably.

“…Why are you here?”

*****

“Master, I’ve compiled the information on the first-round passers.”

“Oh my.”

Receiving the compiled information about the survivors from Runiel’s ruthless assault, I quietly smiled as I spotted a rather surprising figure.

‘I didn’t expect to see this guy here…’

The name Johan was quite common, so it might just be a coincidence, but if my guess was right, this guy was a jackpot.

Because, in the original game, this plain-looking fellow had the highest luck stat among all characters.

Of course, in the game, he was mostly used as a dodge-focused meat shield, but in reality, his potential applications could be much broader.

The concept that Runiel and I decided for our newly founded knight order was a small, elite group.

Even though our family’s financial situation had recently improved a bit, it still wasn’t enough to operate a large-scale knight order.

And since neither Runiel nor I had experience running a knight order before, we concluded it was more reasonable to prioritize quality over quantity.

‘Even so, there are too few successful applicants…’

Although the first round of interviews wasn’t entirely over, the number of passers barely reached double digits.

It’s hard to imagine just how talented the members under Runiel’s new knight order would be.

‘In that sense, someone like Johan is a crucial talent.’

And the more skilled the overall group, the more a unique ability like Johan’s would shine.

It might not seem like much to have a high luck stat, but in cooperative operations, such traits often proved invaluable.

“Hm?”

“…What’s wrong?”

As I was thinking and skimming through the profiles of the first-round passers, something caught my eye and made me tilt my head.

“Here, this person has no information at all?”

Among the information Parsha handed me, there was a participant whose profile was completely blank.

“Yes, even Mr. Bergen said he’s never seen this person before.”

“…Hm, that’s a bit unusual.”

If it were a mercenary interview, maybe.

But usually, those applying for a knight order have verifiable identities, and those hiring generally prefer people with clear backgrounds.

So it was quite strange for someone with completely unknown origins to apply.

“Are they qualified to be a knight?”

“Yes, definitely, but…”

“…You seem to know something?”

Noticing her trailing off, I asked Parsha carefully.

“They have a knight’s license, but in my opinion, it’s a fake.”

As expected, suspicious information spilled from Parsha’s lips.

“And did you find anything else?”

“Yes. For starters, it’s a woman…”

Having come to fully trust Parsha’s analytical skills, I listened carefully—only to find myself doubting my own ears.

“…An assassin.”

“Huh?”

It was a piece of information I absolutely did not want to hear at a knight order interview.

“This person is an assassin sent to target you, Master.”

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Patron 206

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Among the four major factions in Psychedelia, one of them is the Hundred Ghosts (百鬼).

Alon knew quite a lot about them.

Unlike the Apostles.

The four major factions are groups that inevitably reveal themselves in the mid-game of Psychedelia.

For high-level players, they introduce a new source of tension beyond just Sin.

In fact, Alon knew quite a lot about the Hundred Ghosts, even among the four major factions.

No, actually, it wasn’t just Alon—any Psychedelia player had no choice but to be the most familiar with the Hundred Ghosts.

By default, the alignment of the four factions—whether they become allies or enemies—depends on the player’s choices and the route they take.

Even if they are categorized as enemies.

By selecting the right dialogue options or completing certain essential quests, players can sometimes avoid fighting them altogether.

But the Hundred Ghosts was different.

No matter which choices or routes were taken, they always appeared as enemies.

Unlike the other four factions, there was no way to avoid combat with dialogue or quests.

In other words, encountering the Hundred Ghosts always meant a fight.

And since they were one of the four major factions, even their lowest-ranking members were incredibly powerful and difficult to deal with.

On top of that, Queen of Hundred Ghosts was so strong that if the player and their party weren’t near max level in the final stages of the game, the best option was simply to reload the save rather than attempt to fight.

Even setting aside their overwhelming power.

The reason the Hundred Ghosts remained most vividly in every player’s memory was—

“Wow, this is seriously pathetic. Is that all you can do? How boring.”

“I’ll kill them all. From here to there, from there to here—every single one, without exception!”

“You fought Sin? And so what? What does your fight against Sin have to do with my boredom?”

“It’s a festival, a festival—! Kill them all!”

It was because of their utterly destructive personality.

The Hundred Ghosts, and especially their Queen.

They were the embodiment of arrogance and recklessness, a “complete lunatic” in the eyes of every player.

They attacked players at any time, destroyed villages without hesitation, and, depending on the route, even annihilated Ashtalon or Caliban.

Even their reason for destroying an entire Kingdom?

“It just seemed like it would be fun.”

—An absolutely absurd justification for entertainment.

Since they constantly roamed around committing all kinds of atrocities.

When the Hundred Ghosts first appeared, Alon was extremely on edge.

If the ones standing before him were the the Hundred Ghosts he knew, then there was absolutely no way he would leave this place alive.

However.

“It’s been a while~!”

At the sight of her greeting him with a bright smile.

Alon couldn’t help but fill his mind with countless question marks.

Because this was completely unexpected.

“What…?”

Alon looked at the Queen of Hundred Ghosts, bewildered.

With a radiant smile and vigorously waving her hand as if genuinely happy to see him.

It was an expression that, to anyone watching, looked no different from someone excitedly reuniting with an old friend.

Alon glanced around.

Every single person was staring at him.

Even those who had been indifferently following behind the Queen of Hundred Ghosts just moments ago.

They all had wide eyes, as if they had just witnessed something unbelievably bizarre.

“What the—”

Out of habit, he started to say something but stopped.

Because he realized that this situation could be an opportunity.

‘Queen of Hundred Ghosts is mistaken.’

Alon was certain—she had the wrong person.

Whether it was a mistake regarding Kalannon, the lightning receiver, or something else.

Right now, she was mistaking him for someone else.

Alon had never once encountered the Queen of Hundred Ghosts before.

In fact, it wasn’t even possible for him to have met her.

‘I need to use this.’

Alon swallowed back the words he was about to say.

Honestly, he wanted nothing more than to respond to her greeting with a confused question.

But if he did, and she realized her mistake.

That would mean instant death.

No, there was no doubt he would be killed immediately.

So, after swallowing hard, he spoke.

“It has been a long time…”

Matching her energy (?), he greeted her back.

Apparently, the Queen of Hundred Ghosts was delighted that Alon responded.

Her face lit up instantly—the change was so dramatic it was almost audible.

The Queen of Hundred Ghosts, who in the game always looked either bored or irritated, displaying only negative emotions.

Now, she smiled with childlike innocence, as if she didn’t have a single care in the world.

Alon found himself momentarily stunned before something caught his attention.

‘Her hair is black?’

That was it—Queen’s hair was black.

According to what Alon knew, it was supposed  to be white, which raised some questions.

‘Is this a different person?’

He shook his head immediately.

Aside from the hair color.  

Her face was exactly that of the Queen of Hundred Ghosts he had seen in Psychedelia.  

‘What’s going on? Why is her hair color different…?’  

“Whoa, what’s with the boss smiling? If someone saw this, they’d think—”  

BOOOOOM—!!!  

…….  

Right.  

She was definitely the Queen of Hundred Ghosts.  

As the blue-skinned man smugly ran his mouth, the Queen of Hundred Ghosts sent him flying with a single punch, shattering the forest as he crashed.  

Alon quietly nodded.  

Judging by that ruthless brutality, she was exactly the entity he knew.  

Just as all his lingering doubts vanished.  

“Hmmm~”  

In an instant, the Queen of Hundred Ghosts had appeared right in front of Alon.  

She had moved so quickly that he hadn’t even noticed.  

With a face full of curiosity, as if observing something, she stared intently at him.  

“Black one.”  

She suddenly muttered.  

Alon had no idea what she meant, but he could tell it was a question with meaning.  

His instincts screamed that she was testing something.  

But he couldn’t answer easily.  

Because a single wrong answer could mean life or death.  

Yet, delaying his response for too long would also get him killed, so Alon tried to force himself to speak.  

“Uh—”  

But he stopped.  

Because the expression on her face had changed.  

As if she had realized something.  

The radiant smile from earlier had vanished, replaced by a peculiar look.  

Alon felt a sudden sense of danger in his gut.  

“So… not yet.”  

“?”  

Queen murmured to herself so quietly that even Alon, standing right in front of her, couldn’t hear it properly.  

Then, she turned her body.  

And.  

“Let’s go~”  

Unlike before, she lazily stretched out her words and began leading her subordinates back into the forest.  

“Wait, what? She came all this way just to leave—?”  

At that moment, the blue-skinned man, who had been launched into the forest earlier, rejoined the group, covered in dust.  

Even after taking such a devastating blow, he casually scratched his head as if nothing had happened.  

Seeing his nonchalant attitude, everyone present started considering him an extraordinary individual.  

BOOOM—!!!  

Yet, the moment he rejoined the group, Queen punched him again, sending him flying through the air once more.  

This time, he crashed into the forest and destroyed the surroundings.  

“See you next time~”  

As if nothing had happened, Hyakki shrugged her shoulders and disappeared into the forest.  

And Alon’s party.  

“???”  

They stood amidst the corpses of the mutated creatures.  

Staring blankly at the place where Hyakki had vanished.  

***

Right after the Hundred Ghosts disappeared.  

Alon began preparing to return to Luxibl Principality, gathering the horn that Kalannon had requested and the black-threaded artifact that Krakscha had carried.  

“So this was why you thought it was safe even in the Hundred Ghosts’s territory.”  

Reinhardt asked, but Alon remained silent.  

The real reason he had assumed it would be fine to enter the Hundred Ghosts’s domain.  

Was not because of Reinhardt’s speculation.  

But rather because of the Hundred Ghosts’s nature.  

By default, those creatures rarely moved during the day.  

Even if they did, they would only act deep within their own territory.  

They wouldn’t bother chasing someone just for briefly stepping near the border.  

Yet, despite all that, she showed up and left without doing anything.  

Alon hadn’t expected this outcome at all.  

‘……What the hell is going on?’  

Once again, Alon thought about the Queen of Hundred Ghosts.  

There were too many strange things.  

‘I could’ve sworn she noticed the mistake.’  

Her final expression.  

It was clear that she had realized something.  

And yet.  

She left without saying anything to Alon.  

Not only that, but she even said—  

—See you next time. 

‘……What the hell is going on?’  

From the moment he got into the carriage, Alon kept thinking about it.  

But no matter how much he pondered.  

He couldn’t come up with a solid theory.  

There just wasn’t enough information to properly grasp the situation.  

As his thoughts continued.  

The preparations for departure were completed, and Alon boarded the carriage.  

“Marquis.”  

“What is it…?”  

“You look like you’re in pain.”  

“……Well, I suppose I am.”  

“But you’re a god. Shouldn’t a god be immune to pain?”  

Evan’s casual remark made Alon pause.  

“……A god?”  

“Yeah. The rumors outside are insane. Even the knights of Caliban keep calling you Kalannon.”  

“Is that so?”  

“Yeah. Otherwise, how else would I know, when I wasn’t even with you?”  

“That’s true.”  

“So, is it actually true this time?”  

Evan asked as if it were just small talk.  

Alon hesitated for a moment.  

Then shrugged.  

“……About halfway?”  

“What kind of answer is that? Either it is or it isn’t!”  

“There are… circumstances.”  

“And I bet you won’t tell me even if I ask, huh?”  

“I’ll explain once everything is over.”  

“Whoa…….”  

Suddenly, Evan’s face was full of admiration.  

“……What’s with that expression?”  

“I just… I never thought you’d actually tell me anything before you died, but now you say you’ll explain later… I’m kind of touched.”  

Feeling uncomfortable by the reaction, Alon immediately changed his mind.  

“Forget it. I’m not telling you anything.”  

“Hey—why?! I even brought you a gift!”

“A Gift?”  

At that, Evan pulled a deer’s antler from his coat and handed it to Alon.  

“It’s the antler you mentioned earlier, Marquis.”  

“I appreciate it.”  

“No need to thank me. It’s not like I dug it up myself—I just carried it here.”  

The moment Alon received the antler.  

“Ah.”  

[Oh, good. That’s a relief.]  

Alon found himself once again face-to-face with Kalannon, the lightning receiver.  

However.  

[Don’t ask questions yet, just listen carefully, okay? I don’t have much time left.]  

“…What? All of a sudden?”  

[It’s not sudden. I’ve exhausted all my divine power, so I won’t be able to contact you for a while.]  

With urgency, she stretched out her small fingers, counting something intently, before continuing.  

[First of all, I need to tell you this—I used up every bit of divine power I had in that last battle.]  

“All of it?”  

[Yes, all of it. You probably won’t be able to use any divine power for a while.]  

“But I thought divine power accumulates through faith?”  

[That’s right. It’s probably regenerating even now. But the numbers aren’t exactly overwhelming, you know? It’ll take some time to recover. Also… I had to make it a little flashy.]  

“…Flashy?”  

[Right? I needed a bit of impact if I wanted to stay alive. But honestly, I didn’t use that much. I just made an antler. Well, and maybe a little bit of lightning crackling here and there.]  

“…Wait, so that antler was just for decoration?”  

[Not just decoration—it’s my lifeline. …Kind of like a desperate struggle to avoid being forgotten…]  

Hearing the slightly emotional tone in her voice, Alon asked.  

“Is that enough to sustain you?”  

[As long as the antler exists as a symbol, I won’t disappear. I made sure it left an impression. Ahem. Anyway, that’s not the main issue.]  

Kalannon fixed her gaze on Alon and continued.  

[Gather faith again as soon as possible. The sooner you do, the sooner I can properly teach you how to wield divine power.]  

“…I’ll try.”  

[But! Don’t go stirring up trouble just to gather faith!]  

“Why not?”  

[There are a few reasons, but we don’t have time for that now. Instead, I have one more favor to ask.]  

“What is it?”  

[You know those statues? The ones that are being built in honor of your faith?]  

“Hmm.”  

Alon nodded, signaling her to go on.  

Kalannon hesitated for a moment before speaking cautiously.  

[If it’s not too much trouble… Could you add antlers to them?]  

“You want me to add antlers?”  

[I need to survive somehow…]  

RUMBLE—  

The moment Kalannon sighed, the world around her began to collapse.  

[Oh no! Time’s up! Anyway, please, I’m begging you! This is more important than you think! Please!]  

With those rapid-fire pleas, Kalannon vanished completely.  

***

“Marquis.”  

“…Huh?”  

“Why do you suddenly look so dazed?”  

Alon blinked, realizing he was back in reality, with Evan looking at him in confusion.  

“Add antlers…?”  

Staring at the antler in his hands, Alon contemplated something.  

“That’s… not going to be easy.”  

Letting out a quiet sigh, he fell deep into thought.  

***

The Next Day.  

Without getting a single proper answer from Kalannon, Alon dragged his aching body out of bed at dawn.  

The moment he woke up, he headed straight to the audience chamber to meet King Pamilono.  

Because of Kalannon’s request from the previous day.  

Even if it wasn’t an easy task, he couldn’t just ignore it.  

“…Still, this won’t be easy.”  

Attaching antlers to already completed statues.  

It was a difficult request even for Alon, and likely an even bigger burden for those who would have to carry it out.  

In essence, it was no different from remaking the statues from scratch.  

So, feeling slightly uneasy, Alon finally arrived at the audience chamber.  

And there, he saw—  

“We greet the Great One, Lord Kalannon.”  

The King had stepped down from his throne—  

“Ah, please, have a seat.”  

And was now bowing deeply, politely offering Alon the throne.  

At that moment.  

Alon’s head started feeling slightly dizzy again.  

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Round 336

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I postponed all other tasks and first selected a site for the cat village.  

After considering the best location, I ultimately decided on a spot next to the rabbit hill.  

The simple reason was that the rabbits there could provide food right next door.  

The ores were to be transported by the gnolls.  

It wasn’t a great distance, so it wasn’t a major issue, but the goblins and cats started constructing a railway.  

Clang, clang.  

A strange sight where the railway was built before the village itself.  

And before anything else, a blacksmith workshop was the first structure to be erected on the village site.  

“Nyang, this is great.”  

Bell looked at the land where the blacksmith workshop would stand with satisfaction.  

Later, I heard that they had carefully calculated and concluded that this was the best location for the blacksmith shop.  

It wasn’t just chosen because it was next to the rabbit hill.  

The scale of the blacksmith shop was enormous.  

Designed on a grand scale, the blacksmith shop included five large forges and twenty small forges, an overwhelming size.  

In addition, smaller blacksmith shops were planned to be built throughout the village.  

It felt like we were building blacksmith shops instead of houses.  

“Miyang.”  

“Myaong!”  

Seeing the satisfied cats, we couldn’t help but feel happy as well.  

Until now, they had been working in a cramped blacksmith shop.  

Now, not only would they have a massive blacksmith shop, but each would also get their own private workshop.  

It was impossible not to be pleased.  

Three days had passed since discovering the cat village site.  

The first large forge was completed.  

“Ooooh!”  

This large forge was built with the help of the Iron-Blood Guild.  

Just in case, I contacted President Baek, and he quickly connected me with a steel-related company, allowing us to get assistance.  

With the combined skills of Bell and the cats and the technology from Earth’s companies, an enormous forge was completed—a blacksmith’s dream.  

‘Bell and the cats’ blacksmith design skills were truly outstanding.’  

But why had they been working in such a small blacksmith shop all this time?  

“Because it was too much trouble, nyang.”  

Bell answered smugly.  

Yet when designing and building this blacksmith shop, he had been more enthusiastic and passionate than anyone else.  

Anyway, with the completion of the first large forge, the railway was also finished.  

The ores dug up by the gnolls began to be transported via carts along the newly built tracks.  

Even this was made into an automatic system using magic stones, thanks to the goblins and cats working together.  

Clatter, clatter.  

“This is fun!”  

“Dad! Look at this! It’s moving! Wooaaah!”  

Ara and Cheong shouted excitedly while riding a cart loaded with ore.  

Seeing the self-operating carts made me feel that life was going to become much more convenient thanks to the cats.  

“We should extend the railway to our village as well, Great Lord!”  

“Oh? That sounds good. But why?”  

“The Catsmiths handle the first-stage processing. After they create the items, we take care of the engraving and finishing! What do you think of my idea?”  

“Oooooh! That’s great!”  

A fully specialized division of labor.  

The gnolls mine the ores, and the cats create the items.  

Then the goblins engrave or decorate the finished products.  

The rabbits provide food for everyone, and the slimes cultivate and harvest ingredients.  

It was like a smoothly running factory—no, a paradise for monsters.  

‘Excellent, truly excellent.’  

I hadn’t planned it this way, but everything was falling into place.  

However, running the blacksmith operations like this raised a new issue—what to do with the products.  

Should I sell them to the guilds?  

Considering that the items were made by cats, everyone would probably want to buy them…  

‘Hmm.’  

It might be too much.  

We were already receiving love calls from everywhere for our crops.  

Now we were producing equipment and items as well?  

It was hard not to be concerned.  

‘I need to think about this carefully.’  

For now, I decided to leave things as they were and gradually work out a solution.  

As I was organizing my thoughts, Ara, who had been playing in the cart, suddenly tilted her head.  

“kyu-seong kyu-seong.”  

“Hmm?”  

“When are we building our house?”  

“Uh…?”  

That was a problem.  

Right now, all the manpower capable of building houses was occupied with constructing this factory—no, this monster paradise.  

So far, we had only completed the railway leading to the mines and the cat village and the first giant forge.  

There was still a mountain of things left to be built.  

“We can take our time.”  

“Yeah, I guess so.”  

It was a bit disappointing, but our house would have to wait.  

It wasn’t an urgent matter, and for now, the cat village was the priority.  

Oh, right.  

I had forgotten something.  

The reward for the Special Hidden Quest.  

With Bell joining us, I had now gathered five out of the seven Deadly Sins.  

At first, it happened unintentionally, but now, I was actively seeking them out.  

[!!Special Hidden Quest!!: Seven Deadly Sins]  

Gluttony has begun its conquest!  

Conquer the remaining Seven Deadly Sins!  

Pride: X  

Greed: 0  

Envy: X  

Wrath: 0  

Lust: 0  

Sloth: 0  

“Whoa.”  

All the Sins except for Pride and Envy were now with me.  

And not through coercion, but in mutually beneficial relationships.  

With Sloth added, I received a new reward—two additional portal installations.  

But the real game-changer wasn’t just the ability to place portals.  

‘A portal that connects to the outside world!’  

That’s right.  

Not just a portal limited to movement within the dungeon!  

A semi-permanent portal that could link the dungeon to the outside world!!  

“Hehehe.”  

“Ooooh. kyu-seong kyu-seong is making an evil grin again.”  

I could use up to four portals.  

However, only two of them could be placed outside.  

The two that connected the sea and the floating island would remain as they were.  

I planned to use the newly acquired portals to establish a link to the outside world.  

However, now that I had this incredible opportunity, I had to think carefully about where to place them.  

‘One is definitely going to China…’  

More specifically, to the Skyscraper Guild.  

Since Seon-ah was there, she could visit the children every day if I set it up at the Skyscraper Guild.  

Besides, I could always remove and relocate the portal if needed, so there was no major risk.  

Of course, if I took it away after installing it, the Skyscraper Guild might be quite upset.  

So that was one portal decided.  

But the other one was the problem.  

“Hmm, should I place one in the Middle East?”  

I needed to help Hassan when he planted the World Tree, so it wouldn’t be a bad idea.  

Maintaining and growing the World Tree required Mark2’s assistance.  

Since Mark2 was always essential in our dungeon, sending him on a long-term assignment was a bit inconvenient.  

But with a portal…  

At least until the World Tree grew to a stable state, I could place a portal in Hassan’s location.  

I had been meaning to contact him soon, so this worked out well.  

Thinking of this, I stepped outside.  

Then, I used the encrypted app that connected me directly to Hassan.  

‘Having something like this is kind of scary when you think about it.’  

An encrypted app.  

I had only learned of its existence thanks to Hassan.  

Later, I found out that all of Isthart’s guild members communicated through this app.  

It felt like a contact system that was completely untraceable and ensured anonymity.  

“Have you been well?”  

“Hello. I just wanted to check in and see how the construction was progressing.”  

“It’s going well. It would be great if you could visit soon.”  

“I’ll try to schedule a visit this week.”  

“Oh, that sounds good. Let me know once you set a date. I’ll arrange everything from flights to transportation.”  

After the brief conversation with Hassan, I checked my schedule.  

Hmm, I could go today if I wanted to.  

Just to be safe, I decided to go tomorrow and sent Hassan a message.  

“Ara, let’s go visit Grandpa Hassan tomorrow.”  

“That sounds great!”  

I should bring Mark2 as well.  

Since construction was underway, I was curious to see how much progress had been made.  

After checking on things in the cat village, I went to sleep, and soon, the next day arrived.  

We boarded the private jet Hassan had sent and headed to his city.  

“Huh?”  

As we were about to arrive, I noticed a different landscape from before.  

When I asked the flight attendant, they told me that a new airport had been built.  

“What?”  

It had only been a few days since we last met, and there was already an airport?  

And why an airport all of a sudden?  

…Could it be because of me?  

Feeling a bit overwhelmed, I watched as the plane landed.  

Since it was a brand-new airport, there was nothing but a runway.  

“Haha, it’s been a while.”  

“Hello, Grandpa Hassan!”  

“Hello, Elder.”  

Hassan greeted us warmly.  

Then, he gestured around and asked,  

“What do you think?”  

“Excuse me?”  

“I built this airport for you. Since you’ll be visiting often, I thought it would be necessary.”  

“Ah…”  

Now this was a problem.  

It seemed unnecessary at this point.  

Scratching my head, I gave him a vague response and got into the vehicle.  

As we drove down the road, I noticed that the number of buildings had significantly decreased.  

It looked like the city center had been completely cleared, as if it had been bombed.  

‘Wow.’  

I couldn’t help but admire it inwardly.  

When we finally arrived at the construction site, I saw the neatly leveled land and blurted out,  

“Wow… You really did all this in such a short time?”  

“There’s almost nothing money can’t accomplish. Haha.”  

Terrifying.  

At this point, I was truly experiencing the fearsome power of money.  

Squirm.  

At that moment, Mark2, who had been in Ara’s arms, jumped down and started scurrying around.  

It seemed like he had sensed that this was the place where the World Tree would be planted.  

Gulp.  

I swallowed dryly without realizing it.  

What would Mark2 decide?  

Squirm, squirm.  

He continued to wander around.  

It would take a while for him to inspect the entire area.  

‘Hmm, isn’t this good enough to plant it?’  

The construction had progressed faster than expected.  

Although work was still ongoing in the outer areas, the central area where the World Tree would be planted was already well-prepared.  

I wasn’t sure how fast the World Tree would grow, but with this much space, it seemed fine to plant the seed first and continue construction afterward.  

“Mm! Mm! Mm!”  

Even Ara was enthusiastically following Mark2 around, curiously observing everything.  

Since she was a slime, she might be able to sense something.  

After about two hours, my patience was wearing thin, while everyone else remained intensely focused.  

Finally, Mark2 stopped moving.  

Squish!!  

“Oh! Are we done? How is it?”  

Now, what was Mark2’s verdict?  

Squish, squish!  

“It’s not bad! In fact, the mana here is abundant, making it the perfect place to grow the World Tree!”  

“Ooooh!”  

Mark2 had given his approval!  

Not stopping there, I decided to ask him another question that had been on my mind.  

“Mark2, the outer areas are still under construction, but can we go ahead and plant the seed in the cleared center?”  

Squirm.  

He hesitated for a moment.  

Seeing him deep in thought was kind of cute.  

Ara, standing beside him, was pretending to be deep in thought as well, which was amusing.  

I decided to just watch.  

Squish!  

“Decision made!”  

“Oh! So what’s the result?”  

Mark2 looked up at me and nodded.  

Seeing his straw hat bob up and down, I realized that meant we could plant the seed.  

“Then shall we plant it right away? Do we need to prepare anything?”  

Squish.  

Mark2 nodded again.  

Well, it’s the World Tree.  

It wouldn’t be right to just plant it without proper preparation.  

“What do we need?”  

Squish, squish.  

“Elixir!”  

Elixir?  

Oh, was he talking about that legendary potion we used to awaken Frey?  

Since the World Tree was related to Alfheim, that made sense.  

There had to be some connection.  

“Then we’ll need the World Tree’s dew. The other ingredients should be available from the Alfheim people.”  

I could handle the mixing with my liquid synthesis ability.  

But there was a problem.  

‘We need an unfinished elixir.’  

Without an unfinished elixir, this was meaningless.  

That was a problem.  

“Sigh… An elixir…”  

Even Hassan, who had been listening, looked troubled.  

“Elixirs are priceless items that even money can’t buy. Well, considering it’s the World Tree, it makes sense that we’d need something that valuable. It would have felt strange if we didn’t.”  

“We don’t have any way to get an elixir right now.”  

Maybe Hassan had one?  

I subtly glanced at him, but he shook his head with a bitter smile.  

“Even I don’t have an elixir.”  

“Ah… That’s unfortunate.”  

“It really is. All I have is an unfinished elixir…”  

“What?”  

An unfinished elixir? He had one?  

“Sir, you have an unfinished elixir?”  

“Yes. But an unfinished elixir is useless.”  

“Oh, don’t worry. If you give me the unfinished elixir, I can complete it.”  

“You can complete an elixir?”  

Hassan tilted his head in confusion.  

Then, as if realizing something, his eyes widened.  

“Wait, do you have crops that can be used to make an elixir?!”  

“No, not exactly…”  

Frey’s awakening potion was an elixir.  

Most of the ingredients could be found in the dungeon, and by using my liquid synthesis ability along with Soo’s Five Elemental Circulation, I could easily create one.  

Since Frey’s awakening, I hadn’t thought about making another elixir, but I should check if we still had the necessary materials.  

Honestly, as long as we had the unfinished elixir, I could make it for sure.  

‘I’ll install the portal and go check right away.’  

But first, I needed Hassan’s permission.  

“Elder.”  

“You can actually get an elixir…?”  

He still seemed shocked by the idea.  

“Would it be alright if I set up a portal here?”  

“Huh? A portal?”  

“Yes, a portal that connects directly to my dungeon.”  

“That’s possible?”  

“I completed a quest that made it possible.”  

That was true.  

It just so happened that the quest was about conquering the Seven Deadly Sins, which made it sound a lot more ominous.  

“Ooooh! Give it a try! Is it two-way?”  

“Yes. It’s a semi-permanent portal, and I plan to use it to travel back and forth until the World Tree grows. That’s actually one of the reasons I came here in a hurry.”  

“Hahaha! That’s wonderful! Now I’ll be able to visit your dungeon often as well!”  

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Just as Meredia was stepping out of the head’s office to respond to Whitney’s invitation.

“What on earth is going on so early in the morning…”

“…Shh.”

At the destination, the Lingard Count’s estate, an unusually tense atmosphere prevailed, more than ever before.

“Isn’t this the first time something like this happened?”

“I don’t know, I’ve only been here for a month.”

“Me too!”

The reason for such an atmosphere was actually quite simple.

Not only were Whitney’s closest aides—Runiel and Parsha, who usually resided in the mansion, Bergen, who had been hiding recently due to the Holy Nation’s landing, and poor Sasha, who hadn’t even been able to submit a leave request—gathered.

But also even the lesser maids who usually handled small tasks, including the great demon Riphael, recently handed over by the Holy Nation, were all summoned without exception.

Naturally, the original assembly location, the office, was too small to accommodate everyone.

Therefore, the gathering was relocated to the estate’s garden, where there was a space used for tea parties.

There, the maids stood in rows, bowing their heads with nervous expressions.

Beside Whitney, the executives stood with meaningful looks on their faces.

Whitney, who sat quietly in a tea chair, silently watched them.

And next to him, his younger sister Cecil clung close, sharply scanning the surroundings.

The whole scene looked like the demon king’s army urgently summoned by the demon king himself.

“The reason you have all been gathered here today is because a very serious problem has arisen for me.”

In such an unusual atmosphere, Whitney finally opened his mouth.

“It might sound silly at first, but please listen to me seriously.”

Those words were enough to pour cold water on the faces of the people already tensed up by the unprecedented large gathering.

“I don’t know how to satisfy the woman I like.”

“…Master?”

“Pardon?”

Even Runiel and Parsha, who were models of loyalty, flinched at that statement and failed to control their expressions, making it obvious how everyone else must have perceived it.

*****

“Everyone? What’s wrong?”

In the suddenly frozen atmosphere, I awkwardly scratched my head and forced myself to break the silence.

“If you’re joking to lighten the mood, just admit it.”

Bergen sighed heavily beside me.

“I’ve never seen someone with worse humor than me.”

If what he said was true and I was actually joking, the chill in his voice was enough to make anyone shrink back.

“Is there anyone here with dating experience?”

But honestly, I was about 200% serious.

Of course, I didn’t call all these people just for this reason.

Still, since everyone had gathered here, I felt obligated to address it once.

‘Today, Lady Meredia is coming to our house, and I have no idea how to behave.’

If it were just one-sided love, it would be another story.

But now that the feelings were mutual, and with my knowledge of romance being zero, I desperately needed outside help.

“Cecil, don’t you have any dating experience?”

“…Are you crazy? I’m still a student.”

So I tried involving Cecil, who was sitting right next to me, but her horrified expression quickly answered for her.

“Well… fair enough.”

“And I’m not exactly popular with boys.”

Actually, I knew there were a bunch of classmates secretly crushing on Cecil.

But I decided not to point that out.

After all, when someone is too perfect like my little sister, it’s normal for others not to even dare confess.

Nothing can be done about it.

“Then… Parsha definitely wouldn’t have any.”

“That’s so mean!”

“…Runiel?”

“I am only well-versed in handling swords.”

Turning my gaze elsewhere didn’t help either, as Parsha and Runiel had little to offer on this subject.

“Never mind. It’s my fault for asking.”

“…Apologies?”

“Master, if you were a true demon king, you’d just kill the men and take the women…”

“Parsha, please be quiet for a moment.”

One had dedicated their life to the sword, and the other had a twisted perception of reality.

Clearly, asking them was a waste of time.

“Hey, you.”

“Huh? Y-yes?”

“Don’t you know anything? You’re over a thousand years old.”

Grumbling to myself, I looked to the great demon Riphael, who had been avoiding my gaze all this time.

“Well, uh…”

“Master, demons have different customs from humans regarding marriage and romance.”

Just as Riphael began to stammer, Parsha, eyes sparkling, cut him off.

“Usually, the stronger party picks the weaker one for mating…”

“…Thanks for the explanation, Parsha.”

“And powerful demons often live their whole lives single!”

By that point, it was obvious why Riphael had been avoiding my gaze earlier.

Even as I tried to cut Parsha off, her explanation kept stabbing at the great demon’s heart.

“…Damn it. What are you looking at?”

Riphael growled, baring her teeth at the maids’ pitying glances, looking pitiful today more than ever.

“Don’t any of the maids have anything to say?”

“……!!!”

!!!

When I threw the question to them to shift attention, a dead silence fell among the maids.

“Haha, you really don’t need to be that tense.”

“…Should I raise my hand?”

“Are you crazy? Just stay quiet!”

I tried to encourage them, but it seemed our maids too had no romantic experience.

“Hmm… So many people here, and no one to give advice.”

At times like this, I really felt Alfred’s absence keenly.

“If I exclude just one person…”

“…Tsk.”

Come to think of it, there was one other who had gone through many trials.

“I don’t know what kind of farce this is supposed to be, but I’m reaching my limit.”

Bergen, who had looked bored the entire time, finally snapped as I looked at him.

“I’m only cooperating to save my daughter…”

“You don’t need to worry about that part.”

Fortunately, my gaze at him wasn’t without purpose.

“I made contact with the Shadow Witch a few days ago.”

“…What?”

“I’ll probably attend the full gathering later this month.”

I whispered low enough for only the executives to hear.

Bergen’s eyes narrowed upon hearing my words.

As expected of someone with good information networks; he understood the significance of ‘Shadow Witch’ and ‘gathering’ immediately.

“If that’s the case…”

“They’re extremely cautious, but bringing one bodyguard should be manageable.”

Just by hinting at it, Bergen seemed to grasp my plan already.

That’s why you should carefully pick your subordinates.

“So, what do you think? I’m always doing my best to meet your employment conditions, aren’t I?”

“Alright, alright, I get it.”

Since it was only fair to receive when giving, I gave a silent nudge, and Bergen finally sighed and thumped his chest with a dark smile.

“…Handling women, huh? Well, that’s my specialty.”

However, he then glanced around and lowered his voice.

“But talking about it here is a bit…”

“…Haha.”

“Looking at this lineup, I’m not even sure if you actually need my advice.”

Well, unintentionally, the current ‘Dream Team’ was indeed rather imbalanced in terms of gender ratio.

“Don’t misunderstand. It’s a performance-based selection.”

“What?”

“Nothing… never mind. But for someone so confident, you’re coming off a bit timid. Don’t tell me you actually have no advice to give?”

Since I had no intention of recruiting a new character to this golden-balanced Dream Team, I hurried to change the subject.

“Hah, if you intended to provoke me, it worked. Still, it’s not a good time for a long talk, so I’ll stick to the essentials.”

Fortunately, perhaps because my words provoked him, Bergen began to offer me advice with a serious expression.

“When it comes to relationships between men and women, the gap in push and pull is the most important.”

“…Push and pull?”

“Yeah, if you just remember that, you won’t end up being a pushover.”

Could it be the so-called ‘playing hard to get’ that I often saw in online communities in my previous life?

“Love and romance really are universal, huh…”

“Well, that said, figuring out how to push and pull with that fierce lady…”

As I nodded absentmindedly, Bergen, who had been speaking with a slight smirk, suddenly grabbed the back of his head and ducked down.

-Flap flap…!

Before I could process what happened, a familiar platinum-colored canary, who had pecked the back of his head, landed lightly on my shoulder and handed me a letter tied to its leg.

—I’m leaving the estate. I’ll be there soon.

Naturally, the one who sent such a neatly written message in an elegant script was Lady Meredia.

“Judging by your face, it seems you’re already doomed.”

“……?”

“Still, as a senior in life, let me give you some advice: don’t become the kind of man who gives away his liver and gall.”

As I quietly accepted the letter with a smile, Bergen, who had been glaring at the canary perched briefly on my shoulder, spoke with a slightly more serious voice.

“One unexpected event, and your whole life can be ruined in an instant.”

If it were anyone else, I might have brushed it off.

But coming from Bergen, who had already lost the most precious thing in his life, I couldn’t ignore it.

“…I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Well, I’m sure you’ll manage just fine…”

Seeing me respond with unexpected seriousness, Bergen quickly averted his eyes and quietly faded into a corner.

“Alright, everyone. It’s time to prepare this place as the interview venue. Runiel, have all the knight applicants gathered?”

“Yes, they have.”

Finishing my conversation with Bergen, I smiled again as I addressed the crowd, causing the maids to look puzzled.

“M-Master.”

“…What’s wrong, Sasha?”

Then, despite her trembling legs, Sasha somehow mustered the courage to step forward and question me.

“Uh, doesn’t our estate have a separate training ground?”

“Yes, it does.”

“Then why are we using this peaceful garden instead…”

Judging from the admiring glances the other maids sent Sasha, it seemed they fully recognized her promotion to head maid.

“That’s because this interview was planned by Lady Runiel… No, I should say Dame Runiel now, since she’ll soon officially become the head knight.”

“…It’s an honor.”

“Anyway, ask Dame Runiel directly.”

Wanting to give Sasha a little spotlight, I prompted her to ask the question herself.

After freezing briefly, she finally spoke to Runiel in a tearful voice.

“Why… why must we overturn the only peaceful haven in the estate…”

“It’s simple. The Lingard estate’s training ground is too open.”

“…Excuse me?”

Runiel’s answer was very much like her.

“In such an open environment, it’s hard for me to ambush the applicants effectively at my current skill level.”

“……!”

Indeed, to become a knight under the Lingard name, surviving at least one of Runiel’s ambushes would be essential.

“You heard her, Sasha.”

Wrapping up my thoughts, I flashed a smile at Sasha, who was trembling again, and issued a quiet command.

“Prepare several stretchers… no, transport sacks.”

“…Eek.”

For this knight interview, I could only hope that several worthy candidates would emerge.

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As I said earlier, I’m the bus.

If you just hit the gas, I can accelerate to speeds that rival most sports cars… but the problem is, something’s missing—like, say, a steering wheel.

My strength and agility stats are both under 4, which is considered the bare minimum to survive as an adventurer, so I might literally have to be carried around.

So the first thing I had to do in my current state was, of course, find some “drivers” to carry me.

In other words, I had to recruit some party members.

And the place I came to for that was—

[Stout.]

It’s known as the “first region” in this game.

[It’s one of the twelve city-states named after the twelve gods worshipped on the Zodiac continent, and it serves the water god, “Stallion.”]

The protagonist I possessed, the Cursed Star Hero, is said to have woken up with all his memories lost.

But when he reaches certain places or witnesses specific events, he starts recovering those memories—and this “voice” responds to that, helping him retrace those lost memories. Sometimes it even shows them directly through flashbacks.

[You had a feeling that maybe that place held some clues to recovering your fragmented memories.]

So, the early part of the game plays out like this: the Cursed Star Hero, guided by a “mysterious voice,” gradually recovers his memories.

And whether you escape successfully like I just did, or fail and end up enslaved, Stout is the very first stage of that story.

You could say it’s where the real main storyline begins.

Though right now, I’m here not to regain memories—but to find companions.

As with most major cities surrounded by walls, you have to pass through a checkpoint to enter the city gates of Stout.

Sure enough, being one of the three largest cities among the twelve, the line to enter was visibly long—but it was moving quickly, so I figured my turn would come soon.

Technically, they called it a checkpoint, but it was more of a simple ID check.

Stout is the first city most players visit after hitting level 1 or 2.

It’s what you’d call part of “level design.”

Geographically, it’s located in the southeastern part of the continent, so it’s completely different in atmosphere from the northern frontline “Barrier,” which faces off against the demon forces.

The monsters in the surrounding area are also much milder compared to those up north—either because they’re not aggressive or simply too low-level to be a threat.

So on the plus side, the place is relaxed; on the downside, discipline is loose, and unless you look really suspicious, you can usually pass the checkpoint with ease.

But… I was about to be stopped here on purpose.

That was the whole point of this “checkpoint event.”

If your ID checks out, you can pass with no trouble—but unfortunately, I currently had no identity.

There was nothing to verify, and on top of that, my character had no memories according to the setting.

Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t pass.

In fact, there were plenty of ways to get through this event, depending on your play style or character stats.

You could use your silver tongue to [Persuade], or try [Deception] to fake an identity.

If your character wasn’t good at conversations, you could steal someone else’s ID nearby, or just flat-out offer a bribe to get through.

And if none of that worked, you could temporarily back off, find someone nearby with an exclamation mark above their head, take on a quest, and then escort them in to get inside together.

In short, this was an event designed to show you just how many ways you could solve a problem in this game—so normally, there was nothing to worry about…………… but this time was a little different.

Honestly, I was starting to worry about whether I could really pass through unscathed.

“Next, please…”

And just as expected—

“…!?”

The guard who had been checking IDs half-heartedly with a bored look flinched the moment he turned toward me.

He couldn’t help it.

As I mentioned, Stout is a big city. Tons of foot traffic.

Now imagine walking around in a place like that with a face that could rival the literal god of beauty.

The whole city would flip upside down. Seriously.

People would swarm me just to get a glimpse of this face, I’d be stuck in one place, and everyone would start fighting each other under a charm spell, each trying to claim me. It could easily escalate into a major disaster.

The so-called “Water City” would quickly turn into a city of fire.

That’s why this face is like a secret weapon—something I should only reveal when absolutely necessary.

But the problem was, I didn’t have anything to properly cover my face—no helmet or anything like that.

All I had was the dagger I picked up after defeating the goblin and a burlap sack I had grabbed just in case.

Yeah, that sack I had over my face.

“…??”

So basically, I was currently walking around with a sack on my head, with just two tiny holes cut out for the eyes.

Of course the guard, seeing that, would freeze in place with his mouth hanging open.

Honestly, I looked exactly like a robber.

And now I was walking right up to a checkpoint guard at the city gate.

The poor guy was probably suffering from cognitive dissonance, staring at me in total confusion, trying to figure out whether or not to arrest me on the spot.

“W-What… are you…?”

Eventually, he spoke in a very cautious tone.

And as he did, he subtly moved his hand toward the sword at his hip.

“What brings you here…?”

If I even hinted at anything suspicious, he looked like he’d draw his sword immediately.

Sensing the tense atmosphere, people nearby began to turn their attention toward us.

In that frozen moment, with everyone around watching me—the suspicious sack-wearing possible robber—I slowly raised my hands and spread them open wide to reassure them.

It was to show I had absolutely no intention of doing anything sketchy.

“Please, don’t be alarmed.”

Then, glancing at the startled guard, I spoke in the softest tone I could manage.

“I know I look like this due to… circumstances, but I assure you, I am not a suspicious person.”

“Pardon…?”

“My face… it’s not something I can casually show to others…”

It wasn’t a lie.

It was, after all, a face that shouldn’t be shown lightly.

[Persuasion]

Difficulty: 20

So instead of [Deception], a [Persuasion] check was triggered.

Since both skills rely on the Charisma stat, it didn’t really matter which one was used.

But with the required difficulty set at 20, it was essentially designed to fail at this early point in the game, considering normal stat distributions.

However, even with my face covered, my Charisma stat was 25.

CHA Bonus: +25

Feeling lucky.

And I had two dice to roll—and even if I rolled two 1s and critically failed, since I was currently the center of attention, the [Attention-Seeker] trait would allow me to roll again.

Basically, it meant it was nearly impossible for me to fail.

Result: 30

[Persuasion]

Success

“I… I see…”

[Your heartfelt voice evokes sympathy in the listener.]

Thanks to the successful [Persuasion], it seems the guard accepted that I was dressed like this due to some unfortunate circumstance.

Which, to be fair, isn’t totally inaccurate.

“Well then… I-I apologize. Sounds like you’ve had a tough time.”

“Yes, truly. Haha…”

“Are you a citizen of Stout?”

“No, I’m an adventurer from another region.”

“In that case, do you have any way to verify your identity? Like a registration card from the Adventurers’ Guild?”

The [Persuasion] roll earlier was meant to prove I wasn’t suspicious, to avoid getting attacked on the spot.

“Ah, well… I don’t.”

“…Pardon?”

So now it was time to roll for passage.

“During my travels, I was ambushed by thieves and barely escaped. But they took everything I had…”

At that, the guard once again gave me a suspicious look.

And once again, the dice appeared in my mind.

But this time, the difficulty was actually lower.

Which meant—

“Oh dear…”

This would also be an easy pass.

[Deception]

Difficulty: 15

Critical Success

The guard listens to your story and seems to feel pity for you.

“You must’ve really had a hard time.”

His suspicion faded, and he looked at me with genuine sympathy.

Then, after pausing for a moment in thought—

“…Ordinarily, I shouldn’t allow this, but given your situation, I’ll make an exception—just this once.”

He let me through.

Thanks to the sack over my head, I could grin in victory without worrying about being recognized.

***

If I had to describe the atmosphere of Stout, now that I’d entered through the city gates, I’d say: a beautiful city.

As you’d expect of a city that worships the water god, it was filled with fountains, ponds, and other water features.

The coastal temperate climate and well-managed irrigation led to flourishing agriculture and orchards, which in turn gave rise to a thriving brewing industry.

In simpler terms, they turned every leftover into booze.

This is the city known across the continent for having the best-tasting alcohol.

Combined with the peaceful vibe of an early-game area, the streets were lined with taverns, full of entertainment and sights to enjoy—giving the whole city a vibrant energy.

Honestly, it made me want to settle down here and just enjoy sightseeing.

But well, that could wait for another day.

There was something I needed to do first.

“I’m looking for liquor.”

“Liquor…?”

At my words, the man in front of me looked puzzled and asked again.

It was clear he was confused about why I’d come all the way here just to ask for alcohol.

And fair enough—because rather than going to a tavern, the first place I came to was the office of a certain trading company.

Of course, in a city where liquor is a famous specialty, coming to a trade guild to ask for it isn’t that strange in itself.

Unless the person asking looks like some kind of shady figure.

“Ah, I see…”

More specifically, unless the customer looks like a bandit, walking around with a sack on his head.

Naturally, even getting this one-on-one conversation required multiple [Persuasion] checks along the way.

Just like at the city gates, the guards here flinched and tried to stop me as soon as they saw me.

And the merchant I was now speaking with had also been visibly startled when I sat down.

“What kind… of liquor are you looking for…?”

I had successfully [Persuaded] him that I wasn’t a bandit, but there was still a hint of wariness in his voice.

“I’m looking for a very special kind of liquor—something you can’t just find anywhere.”

“All the alcohol our company handles is of the highest quality, brewed right here in Stout. So you don’t need to worry about the quality, I assure you—”

“You know exactly what I mean.”

I gave a sly smile as I said that. Not that he could see it through the sack.

“I heard from a source that you recently acquired something very rare—aged for centuries.”

“…!”

“Something… elven, perhaps.”

Elf.

The moment I said that word, the man’s eyes narrowed sharply.

And at the same time—

[Persuasion]

Difficulty: 23

Another check began.

A difficulty of 23 at this stage of the game was essentially designed to be impossible—a warning not to even try.

And it made sense.

After all, even if I’d managed to [Persuade] him I wasn’t dangerous, I still looked exactly like a masked robber (which wasn’t entirely wrong), walking in here and casually implying that I knew about their secret slave trading.

“I heard that, just recently, you acquired an elf slave.”

And then, I said I was interested.

But as I’ve said before—my Charisma stat was already far beyond the norm.

Result: 28

Success

So who I was, where I got this information, or how I knew their coded language—none of that mattered to him anymore.

“Forgive me.”

He had already been [Persuaded].

“It seems we failed to recognize a true connoisseur.”

To him, I was a genuine ‘client.’

“In that case, might I suggest you visit our private brewery?”

And so, fully convinced I was on their side, he handed me an ‘invitation’ with a sly smile.

“We happen to be holding a party tonight for our most discerning clientele.”

Not a liquor auction—

“But I’m certain you’ll find the ‘elven-style special liquor’ you’re looking for at that event.”

A slave auction.

“How interesting.”

Of course, I had no intention of buying a slave.

There was only one reason I was going.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

To take the whole place down.

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Everyone holds their breath.  

Even the knights who had fallen into despair.  

Even Reinhardt, who had been racking his brain to escape the current situation.  

Even Syrkal, whose mouth hung open in shock.  

Even Deus, who had been desperately maintaining his threads to block the black mana.  

[-!]  

Even the Apostle of Sloth, who had been striking down to kill Alon.  

In that moment, as everyone held their breath, Alon, emitting blue lightning so bright it illuminated the ashen world, silently extended his hand and made a small motion.  

A minuscule flick, barely noticeable unless one looked closely.  

However.  

The lightning that small movement unleashed shot out in an instant.  

It began to massacre the small spiders.  

BZZZZZT!!!  

Chaotic blue lines started etching themselves across the ashen world.  

At times moving in straight lines, at times shifting erratically.  

The lightning mercilessly pierced through the spiders’ bodies, and within seconds, wiped out every spider in the ruins.  

The first to react to this sight was none other than the Apostle of Sloth.  

‘It must be dealt with now!’  

The Apostle of Sloth, who had merged with Krakscha.  

Sensing an instinctive threat from the being before him, he retrieved his disintegrating leg, and without the slightest hesitation, immediately scattered black mana, lunging at Alon to crush him.  

Because he knew it with absolute certainty.  

This was the only chance to deal with the being before him.  

No— even now, it was already too late.  

[Dieeeee—!!!]  

Letting out a monstrous shriek to drive away the suffocating fear surging toward him, the Apostle of Sloth hurled his massive form toward Alon.  

Yet, faced with such a desperate onslaught, Alon’s gaze remained utterly—  

“……”  

Serene.  

As if nothing happening before him mattered at all.  

Simply, serenely.  

He watched the massive form charging toward him.  

And just as it was about to reach him— Marquis Palatio raised his hand toward the sky.  

Simultaneously—  

BOOOOOOM—!!!!  

A deafening roar shook the heavens as if the entire world had exploded.  

And in his grasp—  

BZZZZT~!!!!  

—was lightning.  

As if he had torn it straight from the sky.  

Countless arcs of electricity streaked between the ground and sky,  

converging into Alon’s hand.  

The lightning, twisting and contorting as if about to burst,  

ultimately settled within his palm.  

And in the very moment the Apostle of Sloth lifted his remaining leg—  

A voice rang out.  

Heaven’s Wrath (天).  

A quiet yet overwhelmingly clear voice.  

And then—  

What the Apostle of Sloth saw was—  

[A—]  

A pure white world blooming within the ashen expanse.  

BOOOOOOM!  

Light.  

It swept across the land.  

A piercing mechanical whine, far surpassing its threshold, consumed all sound.  

The blinding radiance robbed the knights of their sight.  

Everything was swallowed whole, and a void of sensation took hold of the world.  

And then.  

The moment their senses returned— what lay before their eyes was— a massive spider, pierced clean through from head to torso, completely motionless.  

“……”  

And standing before it, gazing down in silence, was Alon, wreathed in lightning.  

“Ah—”  

A low gasp escaped from the lips of one of the knights.  

The unmistakable reverence in his eyes spread like wildfire to all those around him.  

Not just the knights.  

But also to Reinhardt.  

To Deus.  

And—  

To Syrkal.  

“……”  

She blankly stared at the radiant man.  

She had never once doubted his existence.  

Yet, even so.  

That did not mean she had been without doubt.  

No matter how deeply she had devoted herself, a sliver of uncertainty had always lingered.  

Because Syrkal had never once seen Kalannon with her own eyes.  

There had been stories passed down.  

There had been near-certain speculation.  

There had been the unwavering conviction of the previous chieftain, whose judgment had never been wrong.  

Yet, there had been no tangible proof.  

That one missing piece had planted a seed of doubt in Syrkal’s heart.  

Perhaps.  

Just perhaps, she had been mistaken all along.  

Perhaps the former chieftain, who had never once erred, had been wrong this time.  

A doubt, minuscule in size.  

Yet at this very moment—  

“Ah……”  

It vanished, as if it had never existed.  

Because she knew.  

What the blue lightning coursing through Marquis Palatio’s body truly was.  

What the antlers sprouting from his head signified.  

And so, Syrkal— she lowered her head in reverence and faith to the great deity she worshipped.  

***

“Whew—”  

As Alon’s hair, which had been standing on end, gradually settled, he felt the antlers atop his head slowly fading away.  

Letting out a small sigh, he clenched his left hand.  

Tremble—  

His left hand shook uncontrollably, against his will.  

A sharp numbness spread through it, as if blood had stopped flowing.  

For a brief moment, Alon worried—had his left hand been permanently damaged?  

But he couldn’t afford to dwell on it.  

‘My body feels like it’s falling apart…’  

Beyond his left hand, a searing pain racked his entire body, as if he might shatter at any moment.  

‘If I move even a little, I might scream.’  

The pain was worse than when he had been bleeding out after his encounter with Ulthultus—so intense it made his vision blur.  

Yet Alon didn’t show it.  

He couldn’t.  

Because every single person around him was watching.  

Their faces were filled not just with awe, but with something closer to divine reverence.  

Their eyes were wide, their mouths slightly open, as if they were beholding a god made flesh.  

‘……This attention is a bit much.’  

Alon wasn’t the type to care about others’ gazes.  

At least, not under normal circumstances.  

But in this situation, where he was the sole focus of such open veneration—  

‘I have no choice but to endure.’  

He had no intention of collapsing from pain in front of them.  

……Even if, the looks of “reverence” were to suddenly cool into mere “respect,”  

That would be— A little embarrassing, even for Alon.  

But just then—  

[Still, I’m glad the first attempt went well.]  

“1”  

Kalannon’s voice echoed in his head, and before Alon could even react, the voice continued.  

[No need to reply. I wouldn’t hear you anyway at this point. I’m just delivering my message, so just listen.]  

Straight to the point, as always.  

[I’ll keep it to three things. First—Even with my help, you actually managed to manifest properly. That’s impressive. It’s not something that usually succeeds so easily.]  

[Second—Your body is probably in excruciating pain right now, but if you plan on using divinity again, don’t bother healing yourself. I’ll explain why later.]  

[Lastly, I need you to retrieve something for me. There’s a pair of deer antlers buried somewhere in these ruins. You must find them. Without them, we won’t be able to communicate anymore, and I won’t be able to teach you anything about divinity.]  

Got it? It’s really important! Really! I’m counting on you~!  

Kalannon repeated the request multiple times, emphasizing its importance, and finally—  

With one last, “Please, I’m begging you!”  

The voice faded away.  

“……Well, looks like that’s settled for now.”  

Alon sighed softly, committing the girl’s words to memory.  

Then—  

Boom!  

A massive tremor echoed from a distance.  

Despite having just defeated the Apostle of Sloth and the monstrous Krakscha, the sound made Alon turn his head.  

“What…?”  

His mouth fell open before he even realized it.  

It had barely been a few seconds since he had sighed in relief— and yet,  now, even from deep within the forest, he could see it clearly.  

A massive horde of monsters.  

“What the hell is that?”  

“They’re mutants from the Selvanus region! It looks like they lost control of their territory to the black mana, but now that it’s gone, they’re returning immediately!”  

“Why does nothing ever end in one go?!”  

The urgency in Reinhardt and Syrkal’s voices reached his ears.  

Thud, thud, thud!  

But even in that short moment, the mutated creatures had already drawn near.  

Reinhardt swiftly drew his sword, but his face was filled with dismay.  

And for good reason.  

If it were just one or two monsters, Reinhardt wouldn’t have been so tense.  

But unfortunately, there were at least eight of them.  

Meaning, it was practically impossible for him to take them on alone.  

Deus was already exhausted, having exceeded his limits.  

And even though Alon looked fine on the surface, Reinhardt could tell that he wasn’t in great condition.  

“Looks like I have no choice…!”  

Reinhardt steeled himself.  

He gripped his sword tightly and prepared to charge forward.  

But just as he did—  

Splurt—!  

The head of the leading mutant exploded.  

“?”  

The unexpected, instantaneous event left everyone in shock.  

And before they could even comprehend what had happened—  

Thunk! Thudududu!  

As if confirming the reality before them, the rolling, blood-soaked head of the fallen mutant skidded across the ruined ground.  

But it wasn’t just one.  

A moment later—  

A snake’s head was split cleanly in two, spilling blood in the air.  

A wolf-like mutant’s skull was crushed beyond recognition, its brains splattering in all directions.  

And a creature with dozens of tentacles had its torso torn apart, painting the green forest red.  

The massive mutants hadn’t even had a chance to strike before—  

An instant massacre had unfolded.  

As everyone stood frozen, unable to comprehend what had happened—  

“Heh, man, it feels good to stretch a little after so long.”  

A girl emerged from the field of slaughter, stepping over the fallen mutants.  

Everyone held their breath at the sight.  

Not because she was leading some strange group.  

Not because of her beauty.  

The reason every single person instinctively froze was—  

“Well, I’m a little late, but.”  

The overwhelming aura radiating from her.  

A primal, suffocating pressure.  

The kind that warned—  

If they moved even an inch, they would die.  

It wasn’t just enough to make knights hesitate.  

It—  

“Kh—”  

“Guh—”  

Made them collapse.  

One by one, knights began fainting, unable to withstand the sheer force of her presence.  

But the girl—no, the King of a Hundred Ghosts—  

Didn’t spare them a glance.  

As if their existence didn’t even register to her.  

Instead—  

“Anyway, long time no see!”  

With an impossibly cheerful voice and an energetic wave, she greeted Alon.  

“……???”  

Those who barely managed to remain standing turned to stare at Alon in unison.  

But—  

“……????”  

Alon was just as confused as they were.

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My nose itched.  

I was about to sneeze but stopped midway, so I rubbed my nose for no reason and tilted my head.  

‘Is someone talking about me?’  

I didn’t do anything to be badmouthed for.  

Ah, is Seon-ah cursing me?  

Or maybe someone is gossiping about the Demon King and the Hero again.  

I scratched my head and soon greeted Gomgom, who was waddling toward me.  

His paws were full of World Tree mushrooms.  

“Wow, as expected, Gomgom is the best at gathering World Tree mushrooms!”  

– Krung.  

He put on an arrogant expression, acting as if it were only natural, and it was just too cute.  

Gomgom placed the mushrooms into a basket and went off again to gather more.  

Nearby, Ara, Cheong, and the Kkumuris were scattered around, collecting mushrooms.  

‘Well, more like playing than gathering.’  

Ara’s laughter rang pleasantly as she climbed the trees.  

A cool breeze wrapped around the World Tree forest, adding a refreshing fragrance.  

I leaned against one of the World Tree’s roots and blankly admired the peaceful scenery.  

Flap, flap.  

“Overlord!”  

“Oh, Frey! What brings you here?”  

Frey, having seemingly figured out where we were, flew toward me.  

Behind her, fairies were flapping their wings desperately, dripping with sweat as they tried to keep up.  

-( >_<)/  

– \” (。>m<o)/”  

‘They look pitiful but also adorable!’  

The sight of those tiny bodies chasing after Frey was too cute.  

Meanwhile, Frey fluttered above my head, her voice brimming with excitement.  

“Bell! That lazy cat finally woke up!”  

“Oh, really?”  

The Nyang tribe had built a temporary shelter near the mines.  

Their village location was still undecided.  

That was because, as soon as Bell arrived here, he spent entire days dozing off.  

He only woke up briefly to eat, demanded to be fed, and then went right back to sleep.  

Since this cycle repeated, I hadn’t even had the chance to talk to him.  

“Maybe I should go have a chat with him.”  

“Great idea! He’s fully awake now! It’s the first time since he hammered metal!”  

Since Frey had visited the Dungeon of Sloth with us, she had also witnessed Bell’s passionate blacksmithing.  

Hearing that Bell was showing signs of energy again piqued my curiosity.  

Did he get enough sleep?  

Or did he find something interesting?  

Pausing our mushroom gathering, we headed toward the mines.  

Now that I thought about it, Gomgom had probably only ever seen Bell sleeping.  

It was time they finally greeted each other.  

Soo had been busy gathering his own army lately, dreaming of rebellion, so he was hard to find.  

He occasionally visited my parents, acting playful before leaving, but I chalked it up to a rebellious teenage phase.  

‘I should sneak up on him later and surprise him.’  

I chuckled to myself and followed Frey as she flew ahead.  

The kids followed along, hand in hand, making it feel like a picnic.  

I suddenly wanted to capture the moment, so I snapped several photos while walking.  

These pictures would surely end up in Seon-ah’s hands.  

Before I knew it, we had arrived at the mines.  

Since we had been gathering mushrooms nearby, it wasn’t far.  

“Hey, guys.”  

Goblins, gnolls, and cats together—it was a strange yet oddly fitting sight.  

The children gestured for me to come closer.  

Some Nyang tribe members snuggled up to Ara, Cheong, and Gomgom, rubbing against them.  

Laughter erupted, echoing through the area.  

“Is he inside?”  

Frey tilted her head, flapping her wings.  

The children around us nodded and led us into the mine.  

As we went deeper, the interior became more spacious and well-lit.  

It didn’t feel like a mine but more like an indoor space with exposed concrete walls.  

– Myang.  

The Nyang pointed toward a small tunnel.  

It was too low—I would have to crouch to enter.  

I sent the kids in first, then crawled in after them.  

My knees hurt a bit, but it was manageable.  

Thankfully, the tunnel widened as we moved further inside.  

And finally, we found Bell and the other Nyang gathered together.  

“It’s Bell!”  

– Meow.  

Instead of a greeting, Bell let out a cat’s cry.  

Proudly, he held up a rock in one paw.  

“Hey, Bell? You’re awake today.”  

– Meow.  

“What’s that?”  

At my question, Bell approached and handed me the rock.  

Not just the one in his paw—there were piles of similar-looking stones all around.  

“What is this?”  

It wasn’t metal.  

Its texture was just like an ordinary rock.  

I had no idea what it was.  

Then, Bell finally spoke.  

“It’s excellent firewood, Butler.”  

“Firewood?”  

This? Firewood?  

Was it like coal?  

It didn’t look like it at all.  

Well, if Bell said so, I’d trust him.  

He was an expert, after all.  

“Is it edible?”  

“You can eat anything, so try it.”  

Really?  

Before I could stop her, Ara quickly snatched up a rock and swallowed it.  

She chewed for a moment, then suddenly breathed fire.  

“Whoaa!” 

“W-what was that?!”  

Fire!  

Ara then happily chomped down the flames she had just exhaled.  

“Mmm! A delicacy!”  

Unpredictable as ever.  

But Bell’s claim that it was good firewood had just been proven.  

The Nyang could use this to smelt metals.  

I had been wondering whether we’d have to burn World Tree wood for that, but now we had a solution.  

As we dug deeper, more of the firewood-like stones emerged.  

It looked just like a coal mine.  

The goblins soon started laying down rails, preparing for full-scale mining.  

“What should we call this stuff?”  

“Excellent firewood, Nyang.”  

“Nyangwood!”  

So we shortened it to Nyangwood.  

The name reminded me of fruit, but whatever.  

The more we dug, the more Nyangwood we found.  

It seemed there was a vast deposit deeper inside.  

Watching the Nyang joyfully dancing as the rocks poured out, Ara joined in for a dance battle.  

After enjoying their performance for a while, we hauled a cart full of Nyangwood outside.

Next to the mine, a forge had been set up, which had been transported in its entirety via Bokkeum.  

We had plans to build a larger and better forge later, but since the village site hadn’t been decided yet, construction was at a standstill.  

“Bell, where do you want to build the village?”  

“Closer to the mine would be best, but this place has a fire hazard. I’ll make a few things first and then look for a location.”  

Bell seemed eager to test out the Nyangwood right away.  

For now, he began working at the forge brought from the Dungeon of Sloth.  

Whoosh! 

Flames roared to life instantly.  

The intense heat reached even me.  

“Nyang, nyang!”  

“Myang!”  

The Nyang were delighted by the powerful fire.  

Each of them picked up a hammer.  

‘Huh? The other Nyang are blacksmiths too?’  

Back when we made Emily’s sword, they had only assisted, so I assumed Bell worked alone.  

But now, I saw that they were all prepared with hammers.  

“Can we use the ore freely?”  

“Of course.”  

Even after setting aside the ore allocated to the goblins and gnolls, there were still five entire warehouses full of minerals.  

We had been stockpiling them for so long—finally, it was time to use some.  

Whoosh!  

Clang! Clang!  

The work began.  

Since the forge was small, the Nyang had to take turns using their hammers.  

‘Sigh.’  

I really needed to build a bigger forge.  

A massive one.  

With multiple furnaces so they could work simultaneously.  

Or maybe I should just build multiple forges.  

But since that couldn’t happen overnight, I decided to observe for now.  

Clang! Clang! Clang!  

The Nyang worked diligently.  

Bell efficiently moved between heating and cooling the metal while waiting for his turn.  

For critical items, Bell handled everything himself.  

Otherwise, they took turns and helped each other.  

But even with 100 Nyang—including Bell—there weren’t enough workstations, so they had to wait.  

Clang!  

“Myang!”  

“Oh? What is it?”  

The first completed item was proudly raised by one of the Nyang.  

It was something long.  

It bent flexibly yet had an adjustable length.  

It looked just like…  

“A fishing rod?”  

“Myang!”  

The Nyang nodded enthusiastically.  

I never expected their first creation to be a fishing rod.  

It even had a hook for attaching a fishing line—just needed a reel, and it would be perfect.  

Luckily, my father had bought dozens of reels for his hobby (with my money), so no problem there.  

“Myang!”  

“Nyaong.”  

The Nyang who made the fishing rod, along with others looking at it eagerly, seemed excited to test it out.  

To be honest, I was curious too.  

Would my father approve of a fishing rod made by Nyang?  

I picked it up and tested it.  

It was flexible, had great elasticity, and the grip felt just right.  

‘How is it so light?’  

I tapped it lightly—it felt hollow.  

Wait, not just hollow—it was hollow!  

How did they make this without machinery, just with their tiny paws?  

And this was only their first creation.  

What about the ones still being made?  

‘This is terrifying.’  

Hold on.  

If this is what they could do…  

Emily’s sword—wasn’t it just a mystery-rank weapon?  

Now, I wasn’t so sure.  

Bell spent a week forging that sword.  

Could it actually be a mythical-grade weapon?  

No—almost certainly.  

The fact that Bell could forge mythical-grade weapons was unbelievable.  

At the same time, it confirmed that he was, indeed, an overpowered blacksmith of the Seven Deadly Sins.  

Because he mostly slept, his skills hadn’t stood out much—but this changed everything.  

And just then…  

The second item was completed.  

This time, it was Bell’s turn.  

He had crafted a metallic cube.  

It was roughly half my size.  

“What is this?”  

“Butler, I made this.”  

“Oh? What is it?”  

“A storage box. A subspace storage box.”  

“…What?”  

“If you insert a magic stone here, it activates. The stone’s grade determines the storage duration and weight capacity, but the size remains constant.”  

A subspace storage box?!  

Had Bell really created a subspace item?  

I checked immediately.  

[Subspace Storage Box (Rare)]  

A storage box with an expansive internal space.  

The inside maintains a constant temperature of 1°C.  

The storage duration and weight limit depend on the attached magic stone.  

It’s real.  

A genuine subspace item.  

With a built-in refrigerator function.  

“……”  

“Butler, since I made the box, give me Churu.”  

“W-what? Oh. Churu? Yeah, of course.”  

I was so shocked I couldn’t form words, but my hands instinctively pulled out a Churu treat.  

Bell tapped the box.  

“Give me a lot. I’m going to store them here.”  

“W-wait. A lot? Yeah, of course.”  

So that was why he made this box.  

A place to store his Churu stash.  

Then Bell asked for a magic stone.  

Once attached, the lid started opening and closing properly.  

Before that, it was just a solid cube.  

Click.  

A cool breeze emanated from inside.  

Bell dumped a mountain of Churu into the box, grinning with satisfaction.  

“This metal is excellent, Nyang.”  

“Bell? Can you make more of these?”  

“I can. Butler, do you want one?”  

“Yeah. I want one, and I’d like to put some in the restaurant too.”  

“The restaurant! I hadn’t thought of that. If it’s in the restaurant, they’ll make delicious food often!”  

Bell nodded, accepting my request.  

Wasn’t this difficult to make?  

I asked just in case, but Bell shook his head.  

“It depends on the materials. If I use ordinary metal, I can’t make something like this. But with high-quality metal, it’s easy.”  

“Whoa!”  

This is revolutionary!  

I could outfit my entire house with appliances made by Bell.  

“Bell… you’re a genius!”  

“Nyang, I’m a genius?”  

Yes!  

You’re a Nyang-genius!

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A few days had passed since the series of events in Lumen Ordo had come to an end. 

The Duke’s office at the Embergreen mansion. 

“Haa.” 

The current owner of the mansion, Meredia Embergreen, finished her work by stamping the last page of the mountain of documents. 

She sighed as she pushed the completed papers aside. 

“…Already morning?” 

Before she knew it, the morning sunlight was streaming through the window, wrapping around her, and the sound of birds chirping reached her ears. 

For Meredia, who often had her day and night reversed due to chronic insomnia, this was not a very familiar situation. 

However, she didn’t feel particularly tired. 

Because, a few days ago, after resting her head on Whitney’s shoulder, she had unknowingly dozed off, and since then, she had been able to sleep without nightmares. 

“How strange.” 

Meredia, who never expected that her insomnia, which had not been resolved despite numerous attempts, would suddenly disappear, thought to herself. 

“Indeed, it’s because of him…” 

As she muttered to herself, remembering the man she suspected was the cause, Meredia suddenly blushed and lowered her head. 

“…Ugh.” 

It had already been several days since the explosive declaration in the carriage, but when she recalled that day, Meredia’s face turned as red as it had been then. 

“Damn…” 

For a while, she buried her face in her hands, trying to cool her heated face. 

As her face cooled, however, embarrassment and shame slowly began to rise within her.  

Thump, thump, thump… 

A few seconds later, the sound of Meredia banging her head on the desk echoed through the office. 

The servants passing by the corridor thought someone was being punished due to the loud thuds, and it took quite some time before the sound finally quieted down.  

Ding~ 

Then, at that moment, a clear bell rang through the office. 

“Did you call for me?” 

Clara, the head maid, who had been anxiously waiting outside, rushed in as soon as she heard the sound. 

“What tea would you like today? If you’re looking for something to relieve fatigue, I would recommend chamomile or peppermint.” 

“….” 

“Or how about lavender? It’s a new tea we just got, and its scent is wonderful…” 

While the Embergreen mansion was a place where most servants were constantly on edge, and many of them were quickly dismissed, Clara was an exception. 

Having endured Meredia’s hysterics since childhood, Clara had acquired a remarkable intuition, and one of Meredia’s few hobbies, hosting tea parties, had trained her in the art of tea knowledge. 

This knowledge had earned Clara a position as one of the few people close to Meredia. 

“Is none of it to your liking? If not, how about starting your morning with a warm cocoa instead?” 

For example, the fact that Clara didn’t mention Meredia’s red-tinged forehead was proof of her excellent skills in handling her duties. 

“Enough. I didn’t call you for tea.” 

“Excuse me?” 

“I need your advice on something.” 

Recently, Clara had begun to realize that her previously standardized duties had suddenly gained a new task. 

“Just say it.” 

“…How do romantic relationships usually unfold?” 

However, no one would have believed that offering relationship advice to Meredia was Clara’s newly added task, except for Clara herself. 

“Well, um… how should I put it…” 

The issue was that Clara, like most in her family, already had an arranged fiancé, and she had never even held a man’s hand. 

“What… what do you think, Lady?” 

“…Are you answering a question with a question?” 

“Well, I need to understand your perspective first. That way, I can give you the right advice. Hehe…” 

After hesitating for a moment, Clara asked a question in return, only to quickly murmur awkwardly and force a smile when she saw Meredia’s cold reaction. 

“Hmm…” 

Meredia, eyeing Clara with a slightly distrustful gaze, lazily opened her eyes, reached out, and opened the window. 

“Why are you suddenly opening the window?” 

“I need to try something.” 

“…Huh?” 

Clara, who had been tilting her head in confusion, suddenly shrank back when something flew in through the window. 

“Lady! It’s dangerous…” 

“Stop being so dramatic. It’s just a crow.” 

“…Oh.” 

Having witnessed Meredia being threatened on multiple occasions, Clara had been extremely tense. But when she saw the crow perched on Meredia’s shoulder, she let out a sigh of relief and spoke. 

“Isn’t that the raven from the Lingard mansion?” 

“…It used to be. But recently, Whitney transferred it to me.” 

“Really…” 

In reality, it was rare for a family’s raven to be transferred carelessly, so Clara wondered if Meredia had kidnapped the bird from the Lingard mansion. However, she soon set aside her doubts.  

Caw? 

At first, it seemed impossible to say the crow had been kidnapped, as it perched calmly on Meredia’s shoulder, acting entirely at ease. 

“And… surprisingly, their relationship is not ordinary, so that’s possible.” 

Clara concluded that if a man could bring down someone like Meredia, he could likely afford to gift a family raven. 

“So, what exactly are you experimenting with by calling this crow?” 

“…Since ancient times, humans have gained wisdom by observing other living creatures.” 

Meredia, replying casually to Clara’s question, quietly glinted her eyes.  

Tweet? 

A short time later, a small platinum-colored canary, one of the birds Meredia cherished most, flew in through the window. 

Meredia, placing it gently on her hand, placed it on the table. 

As she lowered the crow from her shoulder next to the canary, Clara, who had been watching the scene in confusion, suddenly flushed bright red.  

Flap…!  

Tweet!  

In the blink of an eye, the crow pounced on the platinum-colored canary, starting a display of affection with its usual movements.  

“….”  

One notable thing was that, despite the rough nature of the crow’s affection, the canary, while frowning slightly, accepted it without hesitation.  

“…Is this how affection between males and females proceeds?”  

“Lady!”  

Meredia, who had been observing the scene intently for a while, muttered with a slightly dazed expression.  

Clara, unable to watch any longer, finally raised her voice.  

“You can’t just allow affection like that so easily!”  

“…Why not?”  

“Well… usually, it’s the man who wants affection first, right? If the woman accepts it too easily, even when she feels burdened…”  

But at Meredia’s question, Clara quickly closed her mouth.  

“…I don’t mind.”  

“Huh?”  

“I want affection.”  

And thus began the silence.  

“…Oh dear.”  

Realizing what she had just said, Meredia once again lowered her head, her face completely flushed.  

Clara, staring at her, sighed, pressing her forehead.  

“What’s so great about Whitney that you’re this deeply in love?”  

“Well…”  

“If this goes on, you’re going to give him everything. You should exercise a little more restraint…”  

As Clara started offering advice with a hint of reproach, Meredia’s cold voice came from the bowed head.  

“That’s not something you should meddle with.”  

“…Ah, yes.”  

Normally, Clara would have stiffened and shaken with fear at the tone, but this time, she lazily responded with a grumpy tone.  

“She can make that face too…”  

Meredia, her face flushed and looking sideways with her head lowered, seemed so cute that all the usual charisma she exuded vanished.  

“Lady, I told you before, right? Playing hard to get is important.”  

“…Playing hard to get.”  

“Yes, exactly. It applies to romantic relationships too.”  

With that, Clara took a stern look, and Meredia, slightly flinching, began listening seriously.  

“You need to play hard to get to take control of affection, so your relationship will be smoother in the future.”  

“…But what if the other person doesn’t respond to affection?”  

Again, neither Meredia nor Clara had experience with romance.  

However, at least Clara had read many romance novels, which were considered basic education for maids and attendants.  

“I’m not saying you shouldn’t have affection at all.”  

“Then?”  

“You should deliberately reject affection sometimes, then occasionally return it. That way, you can take control.”  

Thus, Clara successfully gave Meredia what turned out to be surprisingly valid advice.  

“Okay, I get it. But I have one question.”  

However, her advice was about to collapse when Meredia asked her fundamental question.  

“…What do you do once you take control?”  

“Well…”  

Clara, who had only learned about romance through books, began to show her fatal weakness—lack of practical experience.  

“You… won’t be looked down on by your partner… you could make them cling to you more… and also…”  

But now, realizing her lack of actual knowledge, Clara struggled to force out her words.  

“For example, in the bedroom, you take the lead…”  

“…!”  

“…Ah, never mind. Nothing.”  

Clara, who had inadvertently mentioned something too advanced, quickly realized her mistake and closed her mouth.  

And the awkward silence began to fill the office.  

“…Okay, thanks for the advice.”  

Breaking the silence, Meredia, who had been swallowing dryly with a serious expression, finally spoke and changed the topic.  

“I’ll try to use this advice at the Lingard mansion today.”  

“Ah… today?”  

Clara, who had just relaxed and nodded with a relieved expression, widened her eyes in surprise at Meredia’s next words.  

“They said they’re establishing a new order at the Lingard mansion today. I was invited as an advisor.”  

“Ah…”  

“That’s today. So I’m leaving now to head to the Lingard mansion.”  

Meredia, now standing up and preparing to leave, had already begun her preparations, and Clara, silently glancing at her, gave her a thumbs-up.  

“I wish you good luck, Lady…”  

“…It’s not like I’m going on a foreign expedition or anything.”  

“Hehe…”  

“Also, before I leave, there’s something I’d like to let the council know.”  

Meredia, who had been heading for the door, suddenly spoke as if she had just remembered.  

“Yes, please tell me, and I’ll pass it on.”  

Clara, thinking that her trustworthiness had increased, suppressed the smile that wanted to rise and answered while lowering her head.  

“I’ll probably marry Whitney Lingard sometime soon, within the year.”  

“Huh?”  

“So, you should make sure the servants are prepared.”  

At Meredia’s words, Clara blinked in shock and stared blankly for a moment before suddenly letting out a strange gasp.  

“…Huh?”  

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[You identify what that creature is.]

The [Environment] check automatically succeeds, and a ‘voice’ is heard.

[Small build, hideous face, large and pointy nose and ears.]

[It’s a goblin.]

‘I know that, you bastard…!’

Not only did I recognize that those were goblins, but I also knew exactly where this was—more specifically, which dungeon.

“Goblin Labyrinth.”

It’s a dungeon that first-time players often stumble upon after escaping from the slavers’ camp during the prologue, wandering around without a map.

Basically, it’s a tutorial dungeon.

It exists to give players a taste of what dungeons in this game are like.

And just like any other tutorial dungeon, the difficulty isn’t too high… but the problem was, regardless of that, it’s still a dungeon.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’

That strangely familiar-feeling room from earlier was, as expected, a “rest area.”

It’s not like that mercenary knew and brought me there on purpose.

He probably had no idea that this place was a dungeon to begin with.

No matter how urgent things are, what kind of lunatic heads into a dungeon just to ‘rest’?

He probably found a cave-like spot while looking for a quiet place and thought, “This’ll do,” and rushed in.

That’s pretty much the in-world logic behind rest areas inside dungeons anyway.

In the “Goblin Labyrinth,” there are two rest areas total.

One near the dungeon entrance, and another close to the so-called boss room.

There’s no way he brought me all the way to the boss room, so we’re definitely at the first one.

Which means, if my memory serves me right, this is the dungeon entrance.

In other words, the exit isn’t too far from here.

“Kerrk? Kkerrrk!”

The problem was that the goblins were completely blocking the only path to that exit.

As the name “Goblin Labyrinth” implies, all the monsters in this dungeon are low-tier goblins.

Even the boss is just a stronger goblin.

Goblins are one of the weakest monsters in the game.

So honestly, one-on-one, there was no real reason for me to be afraid.

Even the boss goblin wouldn’t be too hard to take down with my current build.

However—

[Goblins are known for moving in groups.]

Naturally, you never face just one at a time.

[You’ve heard a saying like this before:]

[If you see one goblin, there are ten more nearby.]

It’s true.

This was a goblin nest, and those two were just a fraction of maybe twenty.

And there’s no way they just happened to be standing there by coincidence.

“Kerrk!”

I couldn’t understand goblin language, but it was obvious from their gestures that they were searching for someone.

And I had a good guess as to why.

They must have gotten separated while I was in the rest area, and now they were looking for the one who triggered the ‘trap’ at the entrance—the mercenary, who was most definitely dead by now.

You see, the entrances of dungeons like these are often rigged—naturally or artificially—with traps that act as alerts for intruders.

Once triggered, it becomes one of those classic dungeons you imagine, where a horde of monsters suddenly rush in.

That damn mercenary just had to step on one of those, without thinking.

In short, dozens of goblins were now in an “alert” state, just like those two, and they were sweeping through the dungeon in search of the intruder.

Even if goblins were the weakest monsters, fighting them in large numbers was a different story.

Especially for me, in my current state.

So turning back now and waiting for them to leave would be the worst possible choice.

Running into ten or twenty while trying to avoid two would be a disaster—I had to deal with these two before it was too late and get out.

At least I knew my skill “Mocking Remark” worked, as proven by that dumb mercenary.

But… this build wasn’t meant for solo play, let alone wandering dungeons alone.

Sure, the damage output was insane—enough to one-shot someone as sturdy as a mercenary—but that came at the cost of sacrificing strength and agility, meaning I had to avoid direct confrontation at all costs.

“Mocking Remark” is a single-target skill.

It only damages one enemy at a time—at least at level 1.

And it’s not like I just talk trash and it magically works.

It’s more like casting a spell that manifests through insult.

That’s why it even works on monsters like goblins that don’t speak human languages.

But on the flip side, that also means there’s a cooldown before I can use it again.

In game terms, it’s about one turn—in real time, maybe a few seconds.

So if even one of those goblins manages to close the distance and attack me…

Honestly, I wasn’t sure if I could dodge or withstand it.

Besides “Mocking Remark,” my only actual weapon right now was the dagger I’d grabbed earlier, which I wasn’t even confident in using properly.

‘…Damn it.’

But there wasn’t much time to sit and ponder.

The goblins had started heading this way.

Sure, I was hidden behind a corner for now, but this was a one-way corridor.

Unless I ran, I’d eventually run into them.

So I had to take one out before the other could close the gap.

That was my best and only move.

And to increase my chances, I needed to put as much distance between us as possible.

Which meant—

‘This is all I’ve got…!?’

I threw the dagger—useless in my hands anyway—as hard as I could.

“Kerrk!?”

Not at the goblins, but beyond them.

I aimed for the far end of the hallway to draw their attention in the opposite direction.

But in my rush, I forgot one crucial fact.

If I were the ‘me I remembered,’ that plan could’ve worked.

But the current me?

Was a frail bard with Strength stat of 2.

“Ah.”

Clatter.

The dagger, leaving my hand with all the force of a dying breeze, didn’t even sail over their heads.

It landed right at their feet.

And with that, the goblins naturally turned their gaze in the direction it came from—straight at me.

“……”

Well… I got their attention—just in the worst way possible.

You ended up throwing away the only real weapon you had—right at your enemies.

“…Kerrk?”

Even the barely-intelligent goblins paused for a moment to stare blankly at me, as if trying to figure out what my real intention was after seeing me pull a move that seemed even dumber than anything they’d do.

So yeah…

“…Sh*t.”

There was just no way to keep from cursing.

“Kerrrk!!”

Sure enough, the goblins, who had hesitated for just a moment, seemed to stop thinking entirely and came charging right at me.

“Y-Your mom’s a goblin!!”

Panicking, I hastily fired off a [Mocking Remark] insult.

In that instant—

[Goblin Soldier’s mind has shattered!]

“Kerrk!”

The targeted goblin flipped its eyes back and collapsed, foaming at the mouth, just like that mercenary did earlier.

“Ke-Kerrk!?”

Maybe it was because the remaining goblin had no idea what just hit them—there hadn’t been a proper attack or a magic effect or anything—but it froze in place, clearly rattled by the sudden death of its companion.

I didn’t miss the opportunity and immediately kicked off the ground, sprinting.

Obviously, in the opposite direction.

“Ke-Kerrrk! Kerrk—!”

Whether it realized I had no other weapon besides that mysterious attack, or whether it just got pissed off that its buddy was dead, I didn’t know, but the thing let out a furious roar and came tearing after me again.

That’s exactly what makes goblins so annoying when they swarm.

Individually they’re weak, but when one of them gets attacked or killed, the others get enraged and gain buffs.

“Ah, for real…!”

Seeing it rapidly close the distance freaked me out, and I forced my legs to move faster.

And that turned out to be my biggest mistake.

“…Ah.”

Thunk.

I tripped—over my own damn feet—while trying to move too quickly.

Thud!

As expected, I went down hard, face-first into the ground.

My whole body—especially my face—burned with pain more than embarrassment.

Only then did I fully realize that it wasn’t just my Strength that was a miserable 2—my Agility was a pathetic 3 as well.

This crappy low-physical-stats build had literally tripped me up.

“Y-You son of a…!”

If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve just made a normal build!

What the hell was I thinking, picking this crap?!

But it was too late for regrets.

As I struggled just to push myself off the ground—

“Kerrrkk—!”

The pissed-off goblin had already reached me.

It raised its dull blade high above its head—ready to crack my skull open without any exaggeration.

In that moment—

…!

The moving blade suddenly froze in place.

Not just the blade—everything around me did.

The goblin’s open mouth, mid-scream.

The flickering torchlight on the wall.

Even the little pebbles that had bounced up from the floor.

It was like time itself had stopped.

And in that frozen frame, a set of dice floated up in front of me.

The surreal scene hit me with sudden clarity.

My “Moment of Fate” had arrived.

This was the point that would decide whether I could dodge the goblin’s dull blade or not.

My future would now hinge on those rolling dice.

To put it plainly, if I failed this dodge check, that blade would indeed split my head open.

And the stat I needed to avoid that fate—

Was a 10.

And my Agility modifier?

A whopping +3.

In other words, no matter what I did, I couldn’t dodge that blow.

[Dodge Attempt]

Difficulty: 10

DEX Modifier: +3

Only one outcome could save me—a natural 6 on the die, which meant a critical success.

To make it worse, I was in a prone state.

Which meant I’d take a critical hit for sure.

So that meant…

‘I’m… gonna die?’

That blade was guaranteed to kill me.

‘Like this? To a goblin?’

That was my fate.

‘…No.’

No, not yet.

Not before I flip the script.

‘Like hell I’m dying this pathetically!’

I had nothing to lose.

If I was going to die anyway, I’d at least thrash and claw at fate before I went down.

And this time, I wouldn’t be grabbing at straws—

I’d be grabbing at my soul.

{Alea,}

My soul.

{iacta,}

The soul stone.

{est—}

The die has been cast.

What I chanted wasn’t just some famous quote.

It was an incantation.

“Star’s Moment.”

[A skill to seize one of the rare, life-changing moments in a person’s life when they must make a decision that can alter their future.]

[The power to turn chance into destiny.]

This ability, belonging to the hero of misfortune, now resided in my soul—and for some reason, it responded to my will.

My will to control my fate, not leave it to chance.

The dice gradually slowed down, as if answering my call, then finally came to a stop.

And when they did—

[Fate changed.]

[You realized that power.]

(6/6)

[Critical Success.]

I rolled my body over.

And the world began to move again.

Huff!

The blade that had been coming down slashed through empty air instead of my skull.

At the same time, I felt the mana I had spent earlier with [Mocking Remark] refill inside me.

The so-called cooldown was over.

“Your dad’s a goblin!!”

I hurled another [Mocking Remark].

“Kerrk?!”

I honestly didn’t know how insulting a goblin’s paternal heritage would be among their kind, but whatever—what mattered was that it worked.

At least, it worked well enough that the goblin froze mid-swing and collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

For a moment, silence fell.

Whew.

Only after watching the goblin fall limp at my feet and stop moving did I finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Then the tension drained from my body, and I collapsed onto the ground just like the goblin had.

But it was only natural.

It had been a truly close call—no exaggeration, I’d nearly died.

“I barely made it out alive…”

The skill I used to dodge that blade—[Star’s Moment]—was one that fixed the value of a rolled die to a ‘Critical Success’ of 6, no matter what.

With that kind of overwhelming performance, it was originally a skill that only became usable much later in the story—at least around the mid-game.

It was meant to be the trump card for the player, the Hero of Misfortune, to twist fate in battles they were destined to lose.

But it wasn’t some newly obtained power.

Rather, it was a dormant ability I’d possessed from the beginning, now awakened.

That mysterious ‘???’ listed under [Unique Skill] in my first status screen—that was this skill.

So I figured, if I just knew the incantation to activate it, I might be able to use it right now—and thankfully, I was right.

‘…Thank God I was right.’

Even if it’s kind of depressing that I needed that just to not get my head split open.

Still, thankful or not, I couldn’t just lie here.

Surely, the goblins nearby had heard the sounds of this battle.

If I stayed still, more were bound to show up.

That’s just how goblins are, by nature.

[You used the power of fate.]

[You’ll need adequate rest before you can use it again.]

And so, I could no longer use [Star’s Moment].

At least not until a full day had passed.

By design, it used up all your ‘fate power’ for the day—in other words, your luck.

So I forced myself back onto my feet.

I had to get out of this dungeon as soon as possible.

This wasn’t the time to be wandering around in one.

Even if I could wander right now, there wasn’t any particular reason to explore this “Goblin Labyrinth” anyway.

As I hurried my steps, just as I expected, the exit quickly appeared.

I didn’t look back—I just ran straight for the light and escaped the dungeon.

***

Having escaped the dungeon, I had to walk for a while through the forest, the air gradually growing colder.

For the first time, I finally had time to think—about all the things I’d pushed aside in order to survive immediate threats.

And to cut straight to the conclusion I came to after all that thinking—

‘…I’m so screwed.’

It wasn’t just because I was in a depressing situation where there was no one around to notice or care about me, making negative thoughts creep in.

No, I was genuinely screwed.

Sure, it was partially because this “Weak-bodied, Attention-seeking, Genius-faced” form came with all sorts of frustrating limitations, as proven during the slave auction and the dungeon.

But really, the problem was the body itself.

More precisely—the fact that I was the Hero of Misfortune.

Why’s that a problem?

Because I’m the one who has to save this world.

If I don’t, the whole world is doomed.

That’s how the game’s story went.

To save the world, I had to go to the Demon King’s castle at the far northern end of the continent and defeat the Demon King.

Classic hero story.

If left alone, he would, without a doubt, take actions that would accelerate this world’s destruction.

And the only one who could stop him… was me.

Now, if this were just about power levels, I might have been able to find some top-tier warriors, help them grow stronger, and let them do the job.

Basically, hitch a ride on a carry-bus.

But that wasn’t an option.

It had to be me.

That was the lore.

This… body.

To be blunt, the ‘soul’ dwelling in this body—my soul—held the literal key to stopping the Demon King.

It was like I was the ring that needed to be carried to the volcano.

So not only could I not be a passenger on the bus—I couldn’t even be the driver.

I was the bus.

I had to keep rolling forward in silence, no complaints.

And even if I wanted to give up and just ignore it all until the world ended—

Even before the guilt of ruining a world I’d come to love, I’d explode before the world ever did.

If I didn’t ‘deal’ with the Demon King using the soul dwelling inside me.

So I had no other choice.

To save the world—and just to survive—

Like all the other adventures I’ve been through before, I had to save this world one more time.

This time, as a Frail Attention-Seeker Pretty-faced hero.

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