Round 252

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“Oh, is that Jae-seong?”

Mother cheered as she came upstairs and saw Jae-seong.

She then greeted Junichi and Orié, who were standing next to him.

“Hello.”

“Ha-ha. Hello, ma’am. I am pleased to meet you. My name is Ino Junichi, the owner of the restaurant where Jae-seong worked.”

“Oh my, you speak Korean so well, I’m surprised! Nice to meet you. I’m Jae-seong’s mother, Kim Hyun-mi.”

Father also greeted them with a look of wonder, and with that, the introductions were finished.

Orié spoke in broken Korean, mentioning she was learning the language through Jae-seong.

“Are you two dating?”

When Seon-ah teased Jae-seong about it, he twisted his body in embarrassment.

Sensing something off, our family looked back and forth between Jae-seong and Orié with speculative eyes.

“Hehe.”

“Don’t laugh like that. Is it really true?”

When Seon-ah asked again seriously, the response came from beside her.

“I am currently dating Jae-seong.”

Orié explained with hand gestures.

Shocked, our family looked at Jae-seong’s bear-like figure and nodded.

“Haha. That’s great.”

“Please take good care of our Jae-seong.”

“It turns out you came to brag. Kyu-seong Oppa! Let’s brag a bit too!”

At Seon-ah’s words, I decided to introduce the new family member, Cheong.

Cheong, having stepped away from the limelight, was still hiding behind Ara.

When my parents finally noticed Cheong, their mouths fell open.

“Is this really your son this time?”

“Oh my! Oh my!”

At their reaction, I awkwardly introduced Cheong.

“This is Cheong, our new family member. Ara’s younger brother.”

“Hello, Cheong? How nicely you are named.”

Mother hurried over to Cheong and Ara and crouched in front of them. Then, Ara proudly proclaimed,

“She is Grand lord, a figure of respect.”

“Oooooh!”

At Ara’s words, Cheong, visibly nervous, stepped forward with tears in his eyes.

Mother quickly comforted Cheong.

“Poor baby, there’s no need to be scared.”

“Are you scared?”

“I’m not scared.”

Mother instantly understood Cheong’s way of speaking.

Indeed, she is impressive.

After hesitating for a while, Cheong cautiously approached Mother. Everyone watched in silence.

Finally, Cheong fell into Mother’s arms.

Mother, with familiar hands, embraced and stroked Cheong.

“Ah, how beautiful. You look just like Ara.”

“Am I like her?!”

“Our Ara is beautiful, and so is Cheong. Ah, how pretty.”

Soon, Ara also clung to Mother.

With each child occupying one side of her embrace, Father cautiously asked me,

“Is he not human?”

“Yes.”

“How fascinating.”

Father’s curiosity ended there, but he looked restless, as if he desperately wanted to touch.

“Father, come and greet them too.”

“Eh? No, I can do it later.”

Despite Father’s refusal, Mother, holding the children, approached.

Cheong, with trembling eyes, checked out the unfamiliar people.

“Cough. Hello, Cheong?”

When Father awkwardly greeted him, Cheong bowed in response.

“Hello.”

At that, Father froze.

Seeing this, I examined him, and his gaze was firmly on Cheong.

He must have taken a liking to him.

“Shall we go inside?”

“Yes!”

Junichi, happier than anyone else, led everyone into the dungeon.

Thinking about it, it seemed that aside from Seon-ah, the others hadn’t experienced winter before, so I was curious to see their reactions. First off, the Slime Dungeon. This place was now cleared up as the site for Jae-seong’s restaurant. Since he decided to fully return to Korea, we took another thorough look around.

“Should we start taking orders from tomorrow?”

“No, could we prepare a bit more first?”

“Of course, it’s your restaurant. Or should I say, your and another person’s restaurant?”

As I glanced at Orié while speaking, Jae-seong twisted his body in embarrassment. Seeing Jae-seong so happy made me feel at ease too. Who would have thought they’d end up dating like this? For a while, we discussed the restaurant’s structure and facilities with Jae-seong, Orié, and Junichi.

Meanwhile, Seon-ah, along with our parents, was thoroughly enjoying their time with Cheong and Ara, laughing together.

“Our discussion is done, shall we move on now?”

“Let’s go.”

We moved to the Dungeon of Gluttony. As soon as we entered, we were greeted by freshly fallen snow.

“Oh!”

“Snow?”

My parents looked around in surprise, and soon the Japanese group that followed were also captivated by the winter scenery.

“Snow…!”

“I’ve only heard about it, but it’s really fascinating.”

“Sugoi!”

The snowy scene in the dungeon was unique, feeling much like a Christmas village. If only decorations were added, it could truly capture the atmosphere perfectly. The dainty Slime Village was now covered in a layer of pristine white snow.

Soon, the fluffily hat-wearing slimes and Soo warmly welcomed us.

-Hehe.

-Quiing.

“Oh, oh.”

At this sight, my mother couldn’t stop smiling.

“Are the kids alright?”

“Um, maybe?”

More than that, I was worried about the fields where greenhouses hadn’t been installed. We had only managed to set up half before we left in the morning to meet guests, and it had already accumulated so much snow.

“The snow has piled up!”

“Snow is falling, lots and lots of it.”

Ara squirmed and climbed down from my mother’s arms, and seeing this, Cheong followed suit.

“The fields are cold!”

“Oh! You think like me, Ara!”

“We need to cover them with greenhouses quickly!”

Ara grabbed my hand and pulled.

Then Cheong also grabbed my other hand with a worried expression.

“Let’s go together.”

I managed to hold back my laughter as I led them to the fields, with everyone naturally following behind. First, we stopped by the storage where the greenhouses were kept to pick up some materials. At the same time, I left a request for Seon-ah and my parents.

“It seems like Gomgom is hibernating on the straw again. Could you check on him?”

“Sure. Mom will look after him.”

My parents went to check on Gomgom, and Seon-ah followed soon after with a camera in hand, eager to film a winter special.

“Wow! It’s gotten bigger!”

Junichi, seeing the field, marveled at its expansive size, which now seemed fitting to describe as vast. Orié and Jae-seong also stood by, their mouths agape in awe.

“It’s definitely grown since Junichi last saw it. You could see slimes busily moving around even now.”

‘It looks busy.’

Perhaps because of the snow, it appeared very busy. Now that I saw it, the slimes were busily clearing the snow that had fallen on the fields where greenhouses weren’t installed yet. Seemingly, the snow provided some insulation for the crops that were only seeded, but now, with most crops either grown or growing, it seemed they were clearing the snow.

“We are here now! It’s time to feel relieved!”

Ara, carrying materials for the greenhouses, ran ahead shouting. The slimes, actively clearing the snow, showed gestures similar to cheers and bounced around.

“Dad, I want to do it too.”

“Do you want to help, Cheong?”

“Yes!”

Cheong cheerfully responded, and I set out to install the greenhouses with him. Nowadays, the quality of materials is so good that one could mostly install greenhouses alone, and especially since most of the crop care was handled by slimes, not having tall structures wasn’t an issue.

Thus, the installation was quite simple and easy.

“Plant it in the ground like this, hammer it to fix it, then grab here and spread it out like this……………”

Watching me, the kids soon started to follow along.

Junichi, along with the rest, also joined in and helped the children with the installation of the greenhouses.

Under the heavily snowing sky, we were setting up the greenhouse. Ironically, it wasn’t cold at all.

“Wow, it’s really fascinating. How can it snow if it’s not even cold?”

“It is fascinating.”

Once the greenhouse was set up, we planned to have a quick lunch and then collect leaves from the World Tree.

These leaves are quite a delicacy.

I’ll have to make shaved ice with the snow.

‘And then sprinkle it with strawberry or Layla syrup, oh!’

While we were setting up the greenhouse, Junichi suddenly pointed at something.

“What tree is that?”

“Ah, that’s an apple tree.”

“Oh! Have you finally started planting fruit trees?”

“Yes. I plan to gradually increase them.”

“Ho, is it possible to grow grapevines too?”

“Is it possible? Of course.”

It was obvious.

He was eyeing wine.

There had been continuous attempts to make whiskey using Goso-Goso.

But unlike the sweet potatoes I had given them before, it seemed to take a bit more time with dungeon plants.

“Is Goso-Goso whiskey still far off?”

“Um, Goso-Goso takes a bit longer to ferment.

It takes longer than barley, wheat, or corn.”

“Fermentation….”

Wait a minute.

Fermentation?

My gaze automatically turned to Cheong.

Feeling my gaze, Cheong looked at me curiously and tilted his head.

“Hehe.”

Cheong smiled as if just being looked at was enjoyable. He was so adorable.

“So, would it be alright if I handle the fermentation here and send it over?”

“It’s alright, but the fermentation process is not that simple…”

“I’ll try it myself.”

Fermentation is ultimately a process that involves bacteria and microorganisms. Maybe with Cheong’s abilities, we could make fermentation faster and easier?

‘Wouldn’t that be a jackpot?’

Cheong’s abilities were quite versatile.

Not only helping plant growth but also aiding in fermentation, and even capable of healing and attacking.

No wonder he’s a named slime.

Of course, given Cheong’s gentle nature, attacking might be a bit too much…

‘But then, there’s no need to attack anyone in the first place.’

Thanks to everyone’s help, the greenhouse setup was quickly completed.

“Thank you all for your hard work!”

“Ha-ha! No, it was enjoyable to see the field firsthand, and the installation was easy, so it was fun.”

Junichi cheerfully made his remarks.

I responded with a subtle smile.

“Have you had a meal yet?”

“I saved my appetite for today!”

“Ha-ha. You’re very honest. Then let’s have an early lunch!”

My gaze then shifted to Jae-seong.

Now, it’s time for you to showcase your cooking skills, Jae-seong.

Noticing my gaze, Jae-seong rolled up his sleeves, filled with determination.

“I won’t disappoint you, hyung.”

“Let’s look forward to it, little brother.”

Then it was Ara who became excited.

“Wow! Is Jae-seong Jae-seong cooking?”

“Yes. I’ve been improving my cooking skills to make something delicious for our Ara.”

“I’m looking forward to it! Cheong should look forward to it too!”

“I’m looking forward to it!”

Cheong didn’t know what was going on but seemed expectant anyway.

With that, Jae-seong, now showered with expectations from the new family member, exclaimed.

“Let’s head to the kitchen!”


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Patron 111

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The banquet that began at night turned out to be much better than Alon had imagined.

Set between ancient ruins and a massive tree under the starlit sky and the Milky Way, the banquet exuded a charm that needed no embellishment. First, the food was delicious. And second, the food was absolutely delicious!

“……It’s good,” Alon muttered, staring down at the piece of meat he had just been eating, his expression one of mild surprise. The dish, which had a rich, nutty flavor with a hint of subtle sweetness, reminded him of crab meat and fit his taste perfectly.

“Wow, this is really good!” Evan, seated nearby, exclaimed in agreement.

“Indeed,” Alon nodded, prompting a woman holding two children from the tribe to smile and speak up.

“Well! It’s an honor to hear that from our tribe’s hero. I made that dish myself.”

“Really? It’s very well made.”

“It’s all thanks to the quality of the ingredients.”

“What is this made of?”

“It’s made with Stormvi.”

At that moment, Alon froze mid-chew.

“Storm…vi?”

“Yes.”

“Wait, the Stormvi・・・・・・?”

“Yes, that very Stormvi.”

The confirmation made Alon want to spit out the contents of his mouth. In this jungle, a “Stormvi” referred to an insect resembling a giant cockroach.

“I see.”

“Oh my, are you not eating anymore?”

“… I think I may have overindulged a bit,” Alon replied, cautiously setting the Stormvi meat aside and glancing to his side. Evan, on the other hand, seemed to have made it his mission to consume every last piece of Stormvi meat at the banquet, his head practically buried in his plate.

Alon hesitated, wondering whether to say something, but eventually chose to remain silent. Once again, he was reminded that there were times when ignorance was bliss.

He excused himself and sat near the ruins, gazing at the star-filled sky. The Milky Way above was breathtaking, outshining even the moonlight that bathed the ground in its glow.

Then, a voice called out.

“……Marquis Palatio.”

“Hm?” Alon turned his gaze to see Reinhardt approaching slowly, having seemingly regained some mobility.

Reinhardt, too, was chewing on a piece of Stormvi meat, looking as though he genuinely enjoyed it.

“Tasty, isn’t it?” Alon asked.

“This? Yes, it’s quite delicious. A taste I’ve never encountered back in the kingdom.”

Of course, he hadn’t. It would have been stranger if such a dish were available there.

“By the way…… could I ask you something?” Reinhardt scratched his head before speaking.

“Go ahead.”

“Do you know anything about the Hundred Ghosts?”

“The Hundred Ghosts? You mean the northern region?”

“Yes.”

“I know of it, but that’s about it.”

“Just know of it? No connections or anything like that?”

“Connections? Unfortunately, this is my first time in the jungle.”

At Alon’s response, Reinhardt seemed to accept it, nodding thoughtfully.

“I see.”

“What’s this about?”

“It’s nothing. Just a bit of confusion on my part.”

With that, Reinhardt turned away, clearly having said all he intended to. His habit of delivering cryptic remarks and then leaving without further explanation was entirely in character, so Alon simply nodded in acknowledgment.

Watching as Reinhardt resumed eating Stormvi meat while walking away, Alon couldn’t help but feel slightly unsettled. It wasn’t that his stomach turned, but the sight was a bit uncomfortable.

After some time, when his stomach had settled, Alon decided to return to the banquet in search of other food. However, as he arrived, he noticed people gathering in one place and began to walk toward them.

“Yes, the Marquis stood his ground before the great god without retreating a single step. Instead, he climbed upon it and drove a spear into its head.”

“Ohhh……”

Alon realized that Deus, with an unusually solemn expression, was recounting the recent battle against Basiliora to the gathered Thunder Serpent tribe.

“The Marquis gazed down at the fallen god—or rather, the beast—with indifferent eyes, as though it were only natural. No trace of emotion could be seen.”

“Ohhh~”

As the tribe members responded in awe to each of Deus’s words, Alon felt an awkward sense of embarrassment creeping over him.

It wasn’t that he disliked being praised. But listening to a tale of his own deeds, spun into an epic and recounted in front of an audience, was something his ego wasn’t quite thick-skinned enough to endure.

Still, he didn’t want to interrupt the story everyone seemed so engrossed in, so he began edging away from the group.

“But the creature climbed the altar again and again to kill the Marquis. Not once, however, did its attacks land. Each time, it was struck down by the Marquis’s magic.”

“?”

Alon couldn’t help but feel the story was veering away from the actual events.

He wanted to correct it—you’re the one who dealt with Basiliora, weren’t you?—but stopped himself.

“At that moment, Marquis Palatio gazed upon the serpent coiled around the altar and summoned a radiant light that pierced the ashen sky. The sight of him then—”

Deus’s elaborations grew increasingly extravagant, to the point they sounded like verses from some religious scripture. Alon couldn’t help but regard him with suspicion.

If Deus had simply stuck to the facts, Alon wouldn’t have minded. But the exaggerated and almost boastful tone felt as if he were teasing him under the guise of a friend embellishing a story for dramatic effect.

‘Is he doing this on purpose to mock me…..?’

The Milky Way sparkled in the night sky above.

***

The following day, Alon decided to leave the Thunder Serpent tribe.

Now that Reinhardt and Deus had recovered fully, there was no longer any reason to stay.

“I look forward to meeting you again, honored guest,” said the tribe leader with a respectful bow.

“I shall look forward to it as well,” Alon replied with a polite nod.

“If ever you need assistance, please don’t hesitate to call for us.”

“I will.”

“I’ll come to help too, definitely!” Syrkal, along with her younger sibling, chimed in.

“Thank you.”

After bidding them farewell, Alon and his group set out early in the morning.

By midday, they had returned to their camp, grabbed a quick meal, and continued onward, reaching Alon’s estate before nightfall.

“Wow, so this is the air of civilization!” Evan exclaimed in delight.

Alon, standing beside him, shared the sentiment.

Even though it bordered the jungle, the atmosphere felt entirely different. In the jungle, the oppressive humidity clung to their clothes, making it unbearable, but here, it was far more tolerable.

‘I should avoid the jungle as much as possible from now on,’ Alon thought, savoring the comfort of a restful night after so long.

***

The next day, Alon stood before Caslot, ready to part ways with Deus.

While Alon was headed east toward the Kingdom of Asteria, Deus needed to travel west, where Caliban awaited him.

“Well then, until next time,” Alon said lightly.

Deus bowed his head in response but then paused, asking suddenly, “Marquis.”

“Yes?”

“Have I grown stronger?”

The unexpected question made Alon stop and think for a moment before he nodded.

“Yes, anyone can see that. You’ve steadily become stronger.”

In truth, Deus had likely reached the level of a Grand Swordmaster.

“Is that so? That’s a relief,” Deus replied, a faint smile spreading across his face—the first Alon had seen during this journey.

What’s he so relieved about?

Pondering this, Alon bid Deus farewell and parted ways at Caslot.

“Shall we head to Terea now?”

“Yes. Though I’d like to visit the Marquisate first, I need to report back. And…”

Muttering to himself, Alon thought of Cretinia Siyan.

As the carriage began its journey toward Terea, Alon’s mind was filled with thoughts of what awaited him there.

***

At the time Alon Was heading to Terea

Inside the tent of the temple at the center of the Thunder Serpent tribe:

“What is it, Chief?”

Syrkal, swift as ever, entered the tent in response to the wise Ashgul’s summons, tilting her head in inquiry.

“Syrkal.”

“Yes, Chief.”

“Could you recall and repeat the words spoken by the honored guest?”

At the chief’s request, Syrkal nodded confidently.

“‘I’ll come to the shallow place below the sky. Welcome the dawn with joy, as I will greet it with you.’ That’s what he said, as I mentioned before. But why are you asking about this now?”

The chief, who had been examining a scroll, looked up.

“Syrkal, as you know, our Thunder Serpent tribe reveals sacred words only to those who have earned our gratitude. It ensures that the honored guest can summon our help whenever needed.”

“Yes, of course, I know that. And depending on the extent of the favor received, the specific sacred words vary. Also, to prevent leaks, different opening words are used,” Syrkal replied.

The chief nodded in agreement.

“Exactly. What most of our tribe knows is only the phrase, ‘Welcome the dawn with joy.’ The specific sacred words we shared with the honored guest are recorded solely in this scroll.”

Chief Ashgul handed the scroll to Syrkal.

“Take a look.”

“Huh? But I—”

“You have now completed all preparations to fulfill the restrictions placed upon a future chief. Do not worry.”

“Ah…”

Letting out a soft exclamation, Syrkal accepted the scroll hesitantly.

“Verify it. See if the sacred words match those spoken by the guest.”

Following the chief’s instructions, she carefully unrolled the scroll. As she slowly reviewed the ancient record—permitted to be read only by the chief—her gaze fell on the first line.

And she held her breath.

The very first line didn’t just contain the sacred words spoken by the honored guest.

Next to those words, a name was inscribed.

“Bearer of Lightning, Kalannon…………..?”

Unconsciously, Syrkal murmured the name aloud. It was a title she knew all too well.

No, it was impossible not to know it.

The Bearer of Lightning, Kalannon was the guardian deity who had first protected the Thunder Serpent tribe.

Raising her head abruptly, she asked, “Chief, does this mean…?”

“Yes,” the chief confirmed.

“…But to think of him as a god just because of the sacred words…” Syrkal began to voice her doubts.

Ashgul chuckled softly.

“Yes, you’re right. Even if we alter the sacred words, it’s impossible to guarantee they won’t be leaked.”

“Then why—”

“But those sacred words are ones that no one else could possibly know.”

“…Why?”

“Think carefully, Syrkal. Recall the stories of Kalannon you’ve heard since childhood—the ones recorded as unshakable truths on the divine tablets passed down since ancient times.”

The divine tablets.

Syrkal’s mind wandered to the ancient relics that had been with the Thunder Serpent tribe since time immemorial—tablets that, despite no one writing on them, would inscribe the tribe’s history every ten years.

“…Ah.”

A faint gasp escaped her lips.

The story of Bearer of Lightning, Kalannon that she had read on the divine tablets told of how he had defended the Thunder Serpent tribe against the black scourge, meeting his end in the process.

The tribe owed him an immeasurable debt of gratitude and had pledged the very first sacred words as a token of their eternal bond.

Immediately afterward, Kalannon truly closed his eyes for the final time.

In other words:

The original sacred words known only to Kalannon himself could never have been leaked…

“Exactly,” Ashgul said. “And since only the chief has the authority to view this scroll, a restriction is placed to ensure no one else can divulge the sacred words. Therefore, the only person who could possibly know them—”

“—is the one who spoke them.”

The chief’s voice echoed quietly in the tent.

Syrkal stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape, lost in thought.

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Round 251

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The saying “winter is coming” turned out to be true.  

The day after negotiations with the U.S. ended, I woke up at dawn, feeling the chill in the air, and checked the window.  

“Oh!” It was snowing.  

I had been a bit disappointed by the lack of any warning signs of winter here, but when I stepped outside, I saw the leaves of the World Tree turning translucent in the distance.  

“I need to work quickly.”  

With the snow falling, it was time to set up the greenhouse.  

It seemed like it would take a while, but fortunately, it wasn’t too cold, so there was no rush.  

Along with the ever-awake slimes and Kkumuris, I set up the greenhouse in the field.  

From afar, I could hear the children’s laughter. “Hahaha!”  

“It’s snowing!”  

When I checked the time, it was already morning.  

Half of the greenhouse work was already done.  

We decided to finish the rest later and start with breakfast.  

“Today, let’s have bread and pasta.”  

Tomato sauce, pasta, and bread dough.  

I quickly started with the bread, kneading and proofing the dough.  

Soon after, I crushed the tomatoes to make a fresh tomato sauce.  

At that moment, the children, who had been running around in the snow, approached me.  

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong !” 

“Daddy!”  

Turning around, I saw the children holding a tiny snowman.  

I smiled and pinched off some dough to make eyes for the snowman.  

“It has eyes now!”  

Cheong looked at the snowman with sparkling eyes, while Ara was already checking what I was making.  

“We’re having bread and pasta.” 

“Bread! Pasta! Delicious!” 

“It’s going to be tasty!”  

Ah, now that I think about it, winter means Gomgom goes into hibernation.  

No wonder he was nowhere to be seen.  

I asked the children to find out where Gomgom was sleeping.  

“We need to find Gomgom! It’s like hide and seek!” 

“It’s going to be fun! Find brother Soo too!”  

I placed the snowman on the kitchen table and the children ran off again, leaving cute footprints in the snow.  

While they searched for Gomgom, I started preparing the pasta.  

In a large pot, I boiled the dried pasta I had made earlier and waited a bit.  

Soon, the noodles began to cook.  

Using a large spatula, I stirred the soft noodles and then scooped them out with a slotted spoon.  

“Mmm!” 

The cooked noodles emitted a delicious aroma.  

It was definitely homemade.  

After repeating the process a few times, even the slimes and Kkumuris had gathered, attracted by the smell.  

I asked the children to crush more tomatoes as the sauce I had made earlier seemed insufficient.  

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong ! Found it!”

 “He’s sleeping on the straw! And I brought brother Soo too!”  

Cheong was pulling Soo’s hand along.  

Soo, half-asleep, walked and then noticed the snow, looking bewildered.  

“Well done. Shall we cook together now?”  

“Yes!” 

“Sounds good!”  

I asked the children to sprinkle salt and pepper on the crushed tomatoes.  

Ara, having helped a few times before, skillfully grabbed the salt and pepper.  

“Pepper pepper pepper.” Ara made sound effects while sprinkling the pepper, which Cheong soon began to mimic.  

“Pepper pepper.”  

“That’s the salt.” 

“Salt salt salt.”  

I seasoned the tomato sauce lightly with pepper and salt, then poured it over the cooked pasta.  

And just like that, the tomato pasta was ready.  

The heat from the noodles brought out the fragrant aroma of the fresh tomato sauce.  

“That’s a lot!” 

“I made a lot, so everyone eat up.”  

Pasta was one of the dishes that was easy to make in large quantities.  

Thanks to that, our big eaters could enjoy a hearty meal, and I checked the bread dough.  

“Good.” 

It was fermenting well.  

In about 10 to 20 minutes, it would be ready to bake.  

Ara and Cheong came up to me after I had stoked the fire in the oven, offering pasta.  

“We eat together.” 

“Dad, have some too.”  

I nibbled on the pasta the children handed me.  

The first taste was a strong burst of tomato!  

The fresh tomatoes delivered a shocking flavor and aroma, more intense than any spice.  

Despite being my own creation, it was incredibly delicious.  

Soon after, the rich, nutty taste enveloped the initial tanginess, a must-not-miss nutty aroma.  

The pasta, made in large batches quite casually, was tastier than any pasta I’d had at restaurants.  

“It’s snowing.”  

“Seon-ah Seon-ah! Are you awake?”  

Seon-ah, who had woken up late, naturally came over and began devouring the pasta.  

Then her eyes sparkled with delight.  

“So delicious.”  

“Delicious indeed!”  

Thus, we spent some time just eating pasta.  

It was a snowy morning in the dungeon, filled with the sound of slurping noodles.  

“Seon-ah, is this your first winter?”  

“I saw it last time.”  

“Eh? Really?”  

My memory was a bit fuzzy.  

Anyway, after devouring the pasta, I checked the dough again.  

It had risen perfectly.  

I called the children over to feel the dough.  

“Do it like this, like this, like this.”  

The skilled demonstration by the instructor was followed by Cheong, clumsily fiddling around adorably with the dough.  

While Seon-ah was capturing this scene, I checked the oven’s temperature and grabbed the remaining tomato sauce.  

“Let’s make a simple pizza bread with just some tomato sauce on it.”  

“Okay!”  

Ara began to spread the dough widely at my command, with Cheong and Soo diligently following suit.  

Soo, who had no fingers, was so eager that he got dough all over his face.  

Cute.  

“Now, shall we spread the sauce?”  

“Ooh!”  

Ara, welcoming the task with open arms, started to generously apply the sauce on the spread dough.  

Compared to her, the other two were still wrestling with their dough.  

Thanks to that, Ara’s dough went into the oven first.  

About 30 seconds.  

That was enough to cook it thoroughly.  

“There’s plenty of dough, so make as much as you want.”  

“Yes!”  

Ara joyfully ate the freshly baked warm bread.  

Seeing this, Cheong and Soo hurriedly spread their dough.  

“Kkumuris, you guys make some too.”  

With so many mouths to feed, it was hard to make just one at a time.  

Eventually, with the help of the Kkumuris, spreading and baking the dough continued.  

Gooey!  

“Yes, yes. Eat a lot.”  

The slimes showed their gratitude with gestures as they enjoyed the bread.  

Despite having eaten all that pasta, they could still eat more; indeed, they were impressive.  

“Wow, brother. I can’t eat anymore.”  

“Just hang in there! We’re almost done!”  

Seon-ah, having tried to make bread, eventually threw in the towel.  

Indeed, it was at times like these that the absence of a chef was painfully felt.  

‘I need to cure Kyler’s daughter quickly and meet the Seven Sins.’  

Ashura, was it?  

Since she likes cooking, perhaps showing her the ingredients here and tempting her might lure her over.  

Of course, being one of the Seven Sins, there was a bit of worry, but having already dealt with Ara, Mammon, and even Ras, I had nothing to fear.  

“Brother, you said about bringing our parents today, right?”  

“Yes. Can you bring them along?”  

“Got it. When should I go?”  

“Shouldn’t they be awake by now? Want to head out?”  

“Yes.”  

Seon-ah, strongly intent on not making any more bread, headed outside the dungeon.  

I calculated the time roughly and decided to go meet them while finishing baking the bread.  

“Isn’t Kyu-seon Kyu-seong eating?”  

Ara, excited that the Grand lord was coming, brought the bread she was eating to my mouth.  

Having already filled up on pasta, I was somewhat full but took a bite of the cozily baked bread.  

How could I resist such a delicious smell?  

And the bread that entered my mouth did not disappoint my expectations; it was fluffy and tender in taste.  

The well-kneaded and risen bread perfected the word ‘cozy’ as it met the high heat of the oven.  

The lightly applied tomato sauce, too, transformed in the oven’s heat, emphasizing a smooth sweetness, unlike the fresh tanginess experienced with the pasta.  

It was the epitome of cozy, sweet bread.  

“Indeed, freshly baked bread is the truth.”  

Despite being my own creation, it was incredibly delicious.  

This bread alone, if sold as a single product, could cause a huge crowd.  

After a grand breakfast, the children and I went outside.  

It was about time for my parents to arrive.  

“gulp.”  

I couldn’t help but laugh at Cheong’s visibly nervous appearance.  

Unlike me, Ara carefully soothed and encouraged him.  

“It’s okay. There’s nothing to be afraid of.”  

“Are you scared?”  

“Yes! Cheong is strong and brave. There’s nothing to be afraid of!”  

“Sister will protect you.”  

Cheong clung tightly to Ara’s arm.  

And finally, we stepped outside the dungeon.  

As we came out, the well-maintained grounds in front of the dungeon were noticeable.  

Seon-ah and my parents hadn’t arrived yet, only an empty space was there.  

Cheong, who was outside for the first time, looked around nervously, his small hands gripping Ara’s arm pitifully.  

“They’re coming!”  

Ara exclaimed, sensing their arrival.  

As we waited, seeing figures in the distance.  

“Huh?”  

But something was off.  

The figures didn’t quite match Seon-ah and our parents’…  

“It’s Jae-seong Jae-seong! Junichi is here too!”  

“Jae-seong?!”  

Why was Jae-seong here?  

Was he visiting again?  

It seemed Junichi and Chef Orie were with him too.  

The three of them walked side by side, then spotted us and looked surprised.  

“Brother!”  

“Jae-seong, what’s this about coming without a call?”  

“I’m back in Korea. For good.”  

“What?”  

I was startled and looked at Junichi.  

Then Junichi greeted and explained.  

“Ha ha! It’s been a while, Kyu-seong! Jae-seong has now completely graduated from our restaurant.”  

“Ah, hello. Graduated? Oh, you mean…”  

“He’s back in Korea for good.”  

It felt like it hadn’t even been a year yet?  

Of course, I had urged him to come back, but this was faster than expected.  

And we hadn’t even started the restaurant construction…  

While greeting Orie, Jae-seong asked, “But brother, when did you have another kid?”  

“Ah, that’s Cheong.”  

Cheong, meeting new people for the first time, was visibly tense and hid behind Ara, who puffed himself up protectively in front of him.  

“This is my brother!”  

“Ara’s brother?! A real brother?”  

As Jae-seong asked with wide eyes, Ara nodded.  

How do I explain this?  

While I pondered, Cheong asked me, “Daddy, who are they?”  

“Ah, that’s my brother Jae-seong.”  

“Daddy’s brother?”  

Jae-seong murmured with wide eyes in surprise.  

“Daddy…?”  

“Ara is my daughter and Cheong is my son too. Hmm.”  

I brazenly nodded as I spoke, and then Jae-seong, coming to his senses, whispered in my ear.  

“A slime?”  

“Right.”  

“Wow…”  

Jae-seong, still unable to believe that Cheong was a slime, marveled again.  

He awkwardly scratched his head and bowed in front of Cheong.  

“Hello? I’m Lee Jae-seong, Kyu-seong’s brother.”  

“Hellooo…”  

Cheong timidly greeted back.  

And just then.  

“Ara! Grandma’s here!”  

Our parents were also coming up. 

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Alon exhausted every possible means to deliver a decisive blow to the Receiver, Basiliora.  

With that, there was nothing more he could do. He had already used up everything he prepared, leaving his mana core pitifully empty.  

And yet, despite it all—  

Aaaaaaaargh−!!!!Aaaaaaaargh-!!!!  

Basiliora, the Receiver, was still alive. The being twisted his body amidst the rubble of the collapsed altar, emitting a grotesque roar. Alon clicked his tongue in exasperation, though his expression remained impassive.  

Of course, Alon had never expected Basiliora to go down easily. The faith bestowed upon him by the Thunder Serpent Tribe had granted Basiliora the stature of a guardian deity.  

‘If I didn’t possess divinity myself, I wouldn’t have even dared attempt this,’ Alon thought.  

The cornerstone of Alon’s plan was one crucial factor: Alon himself possessed a “rank.” The attacks of those without a divine rank only inflicted diminished damage on gods. Therefore, Alon believed he could deal meaningful damage to Basiliora, despite his divine nature. Though he didn’t fully understand why he himself had a divine rank, it didn’t matter.  

This simple fact meant that he could harm Basiliora and subdue him. As per Alon’s plan, Basiliora was defeated, though not killed, and now lay subdued.  

‘The real challenge begins now.’  

Boom—Rumble!  

As the massive form of Basiliora writhed madly in front of him, Alon carefully pulled out a ring from his inner pocket. It was the crimson, glowing ring he had received from the Archmage Heinkel. Without hesitation, Alon slid it onto his middle finger and turned his gaze toward Basiliora.  

“Basiliora, Receiver of Power, you now have two choices.”  

Killme!Destroyme!!Kill me! Destroy me!!  

Basiliora thrashed violently, sending debris scattering around him. Yet, Alon remained calm, continuing his words.  

“Choice one: become my servant. Choice two: die here and now. What will it be?”  

It was a composed inquiry, yet Basiliora convulsed furiously in response.  

Hah!DoyouthinkIwouldeverlowermyselftobeyourservant?!Justbecauseyou’reemboldenedbyyourbacking,donotthinkforasecondIwouldeverserveamerehuman!  (Hah! Do you think I would ever lower myself to be your servant?! Just because you’re emboldened by your backing, do not think for a second I would ever serve a mere human!)  

“In that case, your only remaining choice is death.”  

Doit!Killme!Doyouthinklosingtoahumanwouldstripmeofmyhonor?Don’tmakemelaugh! (Do it! Kill me! Do you think losing to a human would strip me of my honor? Don’t make me laugh!)  

The negotiation broke down instantly—but that was of no consequence. In fact, this was precisely what Alon had hoped for.  

“Well then, let me share something interesting.”  

Whatnonsenseareyouspoutingnow? (What nonsense are you spouting now?)  

“Your opinion doesn’t actually matter much. Whether you refuse or agree—either way, you will belong to me.”  

With those words, Alon thrust the crimson ring forward as if he had been waiting for this moment.  

“In accordance with the great pact of Kalguneas, I hereby claim dominion over the defeated.”  

The words had scarcely left his lips when the ring erupted with a fierce crimson light.  

Wha—Whatisthisssss—!!!! (Wha—What is thisssss—!!!!)  

Basiliora’s massive body began to be sucked into the ring.  

Boom! Crash! Crack—!!!  

As the colossal form of Basiliora was gradually absorbed into the ring, the altar beneath him crumbled further into the abyss.  

A faint, satisfied smile appeared behind Alon’s otherwise indifferent expression.  

‘Good. Everything went as planned.’  

The reason Alon had offered Basiliora a choice was never to negotiate or grant him agency. It was solely to elicit a “declaration of defeat.”  

The “Kalguneas Pact Ring,” gifted to Alon by Heinkel, had the power to enslave the defeated, binding them to the wearer as a servant akin to a familiar.  

…Though, in truth, Alon had originally intended to use the ring to capture and enslave a young dragon in the region Heinkel had mentioned, not Basiliora.  

This wasn’t a game, so Alon had been searching for a familiar to place within the “Kalguneas Pact Ring.” Upon learning that he possessed divinity himself, he ultimately chose Basiliora as his target.  

“Phew.”  

Alon gazed at the ring, which had absorbed Basiliora’s massive body in mere seconds. The once-plain crimson ring now bore the intricate design of a serpent.  

As Alon studied the newly engraved symbol, he allowed himself a small, nearly imperceptible smile of satisfaction.  

“Phew—”  

Letting go of all tension, he lay back and relaxed. The once-ashen sky was now filled with countless stars.  

“It’s a success,” he murmured, celebrating the completion of his plan. His body felt utterly drained, yet it wasn’t an unpleasant sensation.  

***

Three days had passed since Alon absorbed Basiliora into the “Kalguneas Pact Ring,” turning him into a familiar.  

“Truly, thank you so much.”  

The chief of the Thunder Serpent Tribe, Wise Ashgul, bowed deeply in gratitude. Alon shook his head lightly.  

“There’s no need to thank me that much. I had my own goals to achieve.”  

“No, we must. Thanks to you, we, the Thunder Serpent Tribe, have been freed from Basiliora’s grasp and have regained our freedom.”  

Ashgul’s wrinkled eyes crinkled with genuine joy. After a brief exchange of words, Alon spoke again.  

“Then I’ll stay for just one more day.”  

“However long you wish to remain, we of the Thunder Serpent Tribe will do everything to ensure your comfort. Please, don’t worry.”  

Alon stepped outside, his thoughts turning inward.  

‘Truthfully, I’d prefer to leave this jungle immediately.’  

Having subdued Basiliora, Alon no longer had any reason to remain. However, he decided to stay one more day, primarily because of Reinhardt and Deus.  

…More specifically, because of Reinhardt.  

‘He blocked Basiliora’s attack head-on, so it’s only natural.’  

Though Deus seemed fatigued, he wasn’t severely hindered. Reinhardt, on the other hand, had been in a completely groggy state since the previous day.  

‘…Perhaps he overused his abilities.’  

As Alon was lost in thought, a voice interrupted him.  

“Ah—hello!”  

Looking up, he saw a young girl bowing deeply in front of him.  

“Well, I’m…”  

The girl awkwardly began to introduce herself, but Alon soon recognized who she was.  

“Are you feeling better?”  

“Y-Yes…!?”  

“You were caught in the rain quite a bit.”  

At his question, the girl hesitated, unable to respond immediately.  

“She’s fine,” answered another voice.  

It was her older sister, Syrkal, who stepped forward from behind. Her face bore a bright smile, something unimaginable when they first met. She glanced affectionately at her younger sister before bowing deeply to Alon.  

“Thank you so much.”  

“Didn’t you already thank me yesterday?”  

Alon recalled how Syrkal had repeatedly bowed to him on their way back to the Thunder Serpent Tribe.  

“Even if I thanked you a hundred times, it wouldn’t be enough for what you’ve done for us. Thank you so much.”  

Once again, she bowed deeply, leaving Alon slightly flustered.  

“If you ever find yourself in trouble, please seek me out. I will do everything in my power to help you.”  

“I appreciate that.”  

“Oh, and tonight, we’re holding a feast. Please join us—it’s essentially in your honor.”  

After delivering her message, Syrkal guided her still-flustered younger sister away. As they walked off, their happiness was evident.  

The sisters exchanged looks of pure joy, their faces radiant with contentment.  

Alon smiled inwardly. A deep sense of pride and fulfillment welled up within him.  

The trust Alon had gained from the Thunder Serpent Tribe’s chief gave him yet another potential advantage.  

‘Perhaps I can ask for a favor regarding that later,’ he mused as he returned to his temporary lodgings.  

The sky, which had been overcast since his arrival, was now clear, with the sun shining brightly.  

***

The experimental subjects created by Duke Komalon were formidable beings, each one powerful in its own right.  

This was no coincidence.  

The countless experiments conducted for the Duke’s research on Abyssal Entities had produced these beings. Most of them—save for a rare few like Carmine—had once been renowned warriors in the Allied Kingdoms.  

Moreover, only those who had fully withstood the transformation into Abyssal Entities were deemed worthy of being called “subjects” by the Duke.  

In other words, these subjects were strong individuals who had fully absorbed the essence of Abyssal power. Their strength was undeniable, and they knew it.  

But arrogance was a dangerous thing.  

Even as they arrived in the jungle on orders to assassinate Marquis Palatio, they refrained from attacking immediately, even after locating him in the Thunder Serpent Tribe’s territory.  

Instead, they hid themselves meticulously, waiting for the perfect moment—the moment Duke Komalon had deemed optimal for carrying out the assassination.  

That moment was supposed to come tonight.  

Until things went horribly wrong.  

“Ugh—!”  

Experimental Subject 1 coughed up blood, staring ahead in disbelief.  

The sight before him was incomprehensible: the mangled corpses of over fifteen experimental subjects, beings as powerful as himself.  

‘What… is this?’  

Even as blood streamed from his abdomen, Subject 1’s mind raced to make sense of the situation.  

But no matter how hard he tried to recall what had happened, only two scenes remained in his memory:  

The first was Subject 3’s head inexplicably exploding the moment he declared they would proceed with the assassination that night.  

The second was the “despair” now spread before him—the sight of all the experimental subjects, himself included, slaughtered.  

As Subject 1 stood there, dazed and bleeding, his eyes caught a figure walking calmly through the blood-soaked battlefield.  

A girl with a long horn protruding from her forehead and a confident smirk on her lips.  

Having single-handedly annihilated the experimental subjects, the girl glanced briefly at the stunned man as if appraising him. Then, with a complete lack of interest, she kicked his face with brutal force.  

Splat!  

A spray of blood accompanied the destruction of his head, which fell unceremoniously to the ground.  

The girl, seemingly finished with her work, turned and began to walk away.  

A man appeared beside her as she left.  

“Boss, why did you bother stepping in yourself? You could have just sent the underlings to handle this.”  

The man, whose blue skin glowed faintly under the moonlight, was twice the size of the dark-haired girl. His question lingered as they walked.  

The girl responded curtly, “Just felt like it.”  

“…Just felt like it?”  

“Yeah.”  

“Hmm.”  

The blue-skinned man turned his gaze toward the Thunder Serpent Tribe’s village, more specifically to the banquet taking place among its people. His eyes locked on one particular individual.  

“Boss.”  

“What.”  

“Can I ask you something?”  

“What is it?”  

“…What’s so special about that human that you’d step in personally and even dirty your hands?”  

His voice carried frustration, and his brow furrowed deeply as he struggled to understand.  

The girl hummed thoughtfully, as though carefully choosing her words.  

After a moment of deliberation, she spoke.  

“Oh.”  

Drawing out the sound, she finally answered, “It’s that.”  

“…‘That’?”  

“Yeah, that.”  

“…What is ‘that’?”  

“Justification.”  

“…Pardon?”  

The girl—no, the Queen of the Hundred Demons—smiled wickedly as her eerie eyes gleamed faintly.  

“That human is my one and only ‘justification.’”  

Her smile deepened, her gaze filled with a mischievous delight, as though everything about this was immensely entertaining. 

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Meredia Embergreen.

The only direct descendant of the sole duke family in the empire.

However, due to her inherently cruel nature and numerous bizarre rumors surrounding her, no one could easily approach her.

She was quietly gritting her teeth as she stared at her fiancé-to-be, who should have been carried away moments ago after falling victim to her poison.

“I’m sorry for causing a commotion. It seems there was poison in the tea?”

“…..”

“Fortunately, I managed to survive. Otherwise, it could have been a disaster.”

A suspicious man with black hair, black eyes, and dressed in a black suit, who introduced himself as a white mage.

With an appearance that made it hard to tell whether his eyes were open or closed, most people would assume he was bound to betray someone or harbored hidden schemes.

Furthermore, he was an annoying figure, pushed forward as her fiancé solely to keep Meredia in check by the imperial family and the useless heirs cast aside from the duke’s succession race.

He was calmly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth while whispering softly to her—the very person who had just tried to poison him.

“If I wasn’t careful, there could’ve been rumors that the lady tried to poison me, right?”

He said it with a chilling smile that could make anyone shudder.

At that moment, Meredia couldn’t help but realize.

This dangerous-looking boy standing before her probably belonged to the same category as herself.

“A benevolent lady like you would never do such a thing.”

No, perhaps he was even worse than her.

“Isn’t that right, Lady Meredia?”

And maybe, she had just stepped into the trap set by such a person.

“So, could you stop looking at me with those eyes now?”

As if he knew it all too well, he narrowed his eyes further, gazing at her like a hunter eyeing prey caught in a snare.

“That expression is scary, you know.”

Seeing that expression—an expression she should’ve been wearing herself—Meredia’s eyes grew even colder, realizing she was no longer the hunter but the prey.

*****

Whitney Lingard.

The eldest son of the ordinary Count Lingard family, located near the imperial capital.

In truth, he had never done anything bad in his life, but thanks to his misleading appearance and manner of speaking, he had suffered countless false accusations.

He was quietly organizing his thoughts as he stared at the platinum-blonde lady, who was once his favorite character but now stood before him, alive and breathing, threatening his life.

‘…She’s seriously terrifying.’

The only way to change his twisted fate was to save this fearsome villainess from her destined ruin.

The reason he regained memories of his past life just moments ago was probably because some divine force was trying to help him do exactly that.

“Anyway, shall we get back to the conversation we were having earlier?”

Summoning every ounce of courage, he put on a smile filled with pure innocence.

“We still have a lot to talk about, don’t we?”

*****

It seems like I’m living my second life right now.

I realized it right after I brought the teacup to my lips during my first meeting with my fiancé-to-be, who was introduced to me just a day ago, and then opened my eyes again.

“…Rather than getting back to our previous conversation, shouldn’t we first check your condition thoroughly?”

“Hmm.”

“Investigating how poison got into the tea is also urgent. So, let’s postpone our conversation for now.”

After realizing this, the face of my fiancé-to-be, which had felt awkward until now, slowly began to look familiar.

Among the maids, who were pale with worry, the one calmly maintaining her composure, fixing her jewel-like eyes on me, was none other than Meredia Embergreen, the lady of the empire’s only duke family.

According to the memories of my past life that just resurfaced, she was the main villain of ‘Blacktail Fantasy 3’ and appeared as the final boss in almost every route.

“By the way, what’s with that expression?”

She was my favorite character, the one I desperately tried to save until the very end of my previous life, even though she inevitably met ruin in every scenario.

“Are you dissatisfied with my suggestion?”

That very character was now alive and breathing right in front of me.

The fact that she had poisoned my teacup was just a bonus.

“Since you even coughed up blood before collapsing, you must be quite upset.”

“I’ve prepared the royal physician, so if you follow us, we’ll begin the examination immediately…”

As I quietly closed my eyes to gather my thoughts, I could hear the maids’ urgent voices from the front.

Well, it’s not just me who’s bewildered after nearly dying and recalling my past life—these people facing the situation must be equally confused.

After all, in this current life, ‘Whitney Lingard’ is an eyesore who must disappear for Meredia’s plans to succeed.

But as far as I know, they didn’t intend to kill me.

They probably just wanted to knock me out temporarily with sleeping poison and use the opportunity to threaten me.

So, now that I’ve woken up, they’ll likely try to take me somewhere secluded under the pretense of treatment to threaten me.

But no matter how much Meredia is my favorite, I have no intention of moving according to her wishes.

In fact, I plan to do everything I can to survive the bad ending.

Of course, alongside the villainess ‘Meredia’ standing right in front of me.

The reason was simple.

It wasn’t just because she was my favorite; if the engagement with Meredia were to break, my fate would crumble too.

The Lingard family, where I am the eldest son, may appear fine on the surface, but it’s quite precarious both internally and externally.

If my engagement with Meredia breaks, we probably won’t last a few years before falling into ruin or ending up on the streets.

Therefore, for the sake of my own future rather than the family’s prestige, I must ensure this engagement succeeds.

No matter how bad her reputation is, being engaged to the empire’s only duke’s daughter is an undeniable advantage.

Honestly, since my memories have just resurfaced, everything still feels awkward, and I’m not sure if I’ll manage well.

The only relief is that my personality and character haven’t changed from my past life to this one, so at least I’ve retained my sense of self.

Well, I’ll take comfort in that and give it my all now that I’ve set my goal.

So, the first thing I need to do is clear.

I have to subtly inform Meredia that someone interfered with her plan, which initially wasn’t meant to kill me, and tried to genuinely end my life.

Since there are eyes and ears everywhere, I can’t say it directly, but Meredia is smart enough to catch on with just a hint.

“We promise that the duke’s family will thoroughly investigate this matter. Now, if you’ll excuse us…”

“Please wait a moment.”

I hope this little performance will make it clear that I’m competent, useful, and, most importantly, on her side.

“I have something interesting to show you.”

But what if she just tells me she’s not interested and sends me home?

That would be a bit troublesome.

*****

“Something interesting…?”

“You’ll definitely find it fascinating, Lady Meredia.”

Before Whitney reopened his eyes after collapsing in front of her, Meredia had no doubt that her plan would succeed.

After all, she was used to controlling everything and everyone around her.

That’s why the current situation was both unpleasant and frustrating for her.

“What if I don’t want to see it?”

“Oh dear, that would be a problem.”

The eldest son of Count Lingard’s family, who should’ve been unconscious and carried away by her pre-arranged men, was perfectly fine, sitting in front of her and fiddling with his teacup.

His tone suggested he knew exactly what would happen today, and his unsettling smile, which even made the composed Meredia flinch, was unbearable.

“If you really think that, you’re underestimating the duke’s family.”

“Ah, no. I meant myself, not you, Lady Meredia.”

At Whitney’s clearly provocative remark, Meredia snapped coldly, but he responded with an incredulous tone and a subtle deflection.

“Why would Lady Meredia be troubled? I’m the one who’d be in trouble.”

“Hah.”

Is Whitney holding the teacup, or is he holding Meredia herself in the palm of his hand?

Either way, Meredia’s patience had reached its limit.

“…Well, since you insist, I’m curious now.”

But Meredia wasn’t someone who’d easily show weakness or collapse under such pressure.

Unbeknownst to Whitney, the teacup he was holding was no longer valid as evidence.

Thanks to her extensive experience in poison crafting, the deadly masterpiece she developed couldn’t be detected after a certain period, no matter what method was used.

So, whatever ‘interesting thing’ he had to show, it wouldn’t expose her crime today.

‘And even if it does, I’ll just cover it up.’

Of course, considering her opponent, it might take some effort, but even if the man before her managed to uncover the truth, nothing would change.

“Let’s see what you’ve got.”

With that confidence, she mirrored the man’s smile sitting across from her.

“Haha. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.”

Time passed.

“Could the ‘interesting thing’ you mentioned be just sitting there doing nothing?”

After watching Whitney for a long time with her chin resting on her hand, Meredia finally spoke with a cold smile.

“If that’s it, I’m disappointed.”

Since Whitney’s bold declaration, quite some time had passed, but all he had done was hold the teacup and meditate.

It seemed he had attempted some magic to detect the poison in the cup and failed miserably.

“Escort Sir Whitney to the infirmary. And…”

Smirking inwardly, Meredia signaled her subordinates waiting on either side.

WHOOSH!!!

“…Huh?!”

Just as her men were about to drag Whitney away, black flames suddenly erupted from the teacup he was holding.

“You might want to step back.”

“That’s…!”

Seeing this, Meredia couldn’t help but widen her eyes and rise from her seat, lowering her subtly trembling right hand.

Because the black flames burning in his hand were a sign of dark magic.

Regardless of status or rank, even imperial bloodlines were no exception to the severe punishment that came with this crime.

Of course, she had never considered using such a dangerous element for today’s ‘small commotion.’

“You could die if you’re not careful.”

“…Ha.”

Apparently, the man before her had no intention of keeping this incident a ‘small commotion.’

“Of course, I mean me.”

‘…I’ve been played.’

The trap delicately set around Meredia had finally snapped shut.

‘No, wait, what the hell is going on here?’

Though, of course, only in her mind.

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After finishing his conversation with Kyu-seong, Kyler met Nathan before leaving Korea and said,  

“I’ve decided to show my daughter to Mr. Kyu-seong.”  

“What? Are you out of your mind?”  

Nathan exclaimed in shock. Thankfully, they were in a private hotel room, so his voice wouldn’t leak out.  

“What if you get caught by those other guys?”  

“I’ll handle them. My daughter’s treatment comes first.”  

“You…!”  

Nathan furrowed his brow, let his words trail off, and let out a heavy sigh.  

“Fine. If you’ve already made up your mind, there’s no stopping you. But can Kyu-seong even treat her?”  

“I’ll find out.”  

“You’ve exposed your daughter to something uncertain? Rushing into this out of desperation, huh? Even the great Kyler Lucas can make mistakes.”  

“Do I seem desperate and careless to you?” Kyler said in a calm, low tone.  

Nathan tilted his head in confusion and asked, “Did you find out something? The Korean government has guarded information about Kyu-seong so tightly that even our intelligence agency couldn’t crack it.”  

“Instinct.”  

“…What?”  

“Instinct. Gut feeling.”  

Nathan froze at Kyler’s audacious answer, then grabbed him by the collar.  

“Hey, you lunatic! You’re gambling your daughter’s life on a gut feeling? I knew you were insane, but this takes the cake!”  

“Nathan, after all these years, do you still not trust my instincts?”  

“I trust your instincts, sure! But that’s when you’re the only one at risk. This time, your daughter’s involved!”  

“Calm down, Nathan.”  

And then Nathan blurted something shocking.  

“Emily isn’t just your daughter; she’s my niece! You’re gambling with my niece’s life? How can you expect me to stay calm?”  

“……”

“I never blamed you when my sister died. But if anything happens to my niece, then…”  

Nathan’s trembling hands released Kyler’s collar. Yet Kyler remained composed and said,  

“Are you aware that Mr. Kyu-seong has treated multiple cases previously deemed incurable?”  

“Of course I know. Even now, his antidote is being sent to the remaining addicts worldwide. It’s distributed through the guild, isn’t it?”  

Kyu-seong was still actively producing antidotes. Although on a smaller scale than before, these antidotes, made available through Ara Hongryeon, were helping awakened individuals suffering from addiction worldwide. Recently, the antidote had been enhanced via Mammon’s methods, allowing full recovery after just one or two doses.  

Thanks to this, most addicts had been cured.  

“But Emily’s illness isn’t something that simple.”  

“Even Ryu Cheon, the youngest level 8 awakener from the Chinese Skyscraper Guild, showed improvement in his condition.”  

“That’s…”  

“Regardless, Mr. Kyu-seong has proven he can solve cases that modern medicine can’t. If there’s even a glimmer of hope, I have to take Emily to him. Time is running out.”  

Kyler’s words left Nathan silent.  

Though revealing their identities posed a risk, Kyler wasn’t entirely wrong.  

“Nathan, when Mr. Kyu-seong comes to the U.S., I want you to assist him well.”  

“Fine. Emily is my niece, after all. I can make sure things work out without drawing attention. If anyone asks, I’ll just say she’s here for treatment.”  

“Thank you, Nathan.”  

As if the conversation had ended, Kyler stood up. Nathan, wearing a complicated expression, saw him off.  

“Back to the dungeon?”  

“Like you said, there’s no guarantee Mr. Kyu-seong can treat her, so I have to continue what I’ve been doing.”  

“Take care, and let me know when Kyu-seong arrives in the U.S.”  

After Kyler left, Nathan pulled out a pocket watch from his coat. It was a gift from his now-deceased sister. Inside was an old photograph.  

The picture showed a young Nathan, Kyler, and Catherine—Nathan’s sister and Kyler’s lover.  

Flipping to the next photo revealed another image.  

It was of a young girl who looked just like Catherine as a child.  

His niece, Emily.  

“I will save you, no matter what.”  

Nathan’s quiet vow resonated softly in the air.  

After leaving, he stopped by the guild to take care of various minor tasks before heading home. 

***

This time, Cheong, who had grown a bit more accustomed to our absence, greeted us without crying.  

“Sis is here! Dad is here!”  

Though he wasn’t crying, his eyes were brimming with tears as he ran toward us. Ara lifted him up high with a cheerful grin.  

“I’m the one who’s back!”  

“Wowwww!”  

After twirling him around playfully, Ara turned to me with a grin and demanded, “Time for snacks!”  

“Alright, alright.”  

I emptied out the snacks I’d brought through Bokkeum, drawing the attention of all the children nearby.  

Even though I thought I’d been treating them to snacks quite often, a slight pang of guilt tugged at me as I saw their eager faces.  

Leaving the children and the snacks under Seon-ah’s care, I turned my attention to the seeds of plants I had received this time.  

“Ohhh.”  

Honestly, even looking at their scientific names didn’t help much. While there were translations into Korean, they didn’t make things any clearer.  

“Popo tree? Oh, a cousin of papaya? Nice.”  

At least I could guess something like that, but the others were completely unfamiliar.  

The seeds were provided in abundance—thousands of seeds per type, it seemed. Planting them all would be impossible, so I figured I’d start by doing some calculations.  

“Since we have some spare hands, how about planting each type across 1,000 pyeong (approximately 3,300 square meters)?”  

With ten types of seeds, that made a total of 10,000 pyeong.  

Although 10,000 pyeong wasn’t a massive area for farming, I decided to expand gradually.  

To designate specific plots for these seeds, I sought input from the slimes who happened to be visiting.  

One of the newly born slimes promptly started guiding me to a location.  

Squelch!  

“Oh, here?”  

The spot the slime brought me to was entirely new land.  

While the existing fields were located north of the slime village, this place was far to the south.  

There was more than enough land to work with.  

“Let’s roughly mark out the boundaries.”  

After making so many fields, I had gotten pretty good at estimating land sizes.  

As I was outlining ten fields of 1,000 pyeong each, Seon-ah and the children came to visit, each carrying one or two bags of snacks.  

Their appearance was utterly adorable.  

“Making another field? Didn’t you just make an apple orchard earlier today?”  

“There are new seeds to plant this time.”  

“What seeds? I want peaches!”  

“Ha ha ha, peaches will have to wait for next time.”  

I didn’t even know what most of these seeds would yield.  

Five of them were dungeon plants, said to be edible, but their exact nature remained a mystery.  

Thanks to meeting Kyler earlier than expected, I had some extra time today.  

While the kids watched and snacked, I grabbed a hoe and began tilling the soil.  

“Let’s cheer for Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! Fighting!”  

“Wow, amazing big bro Kyu-seong!”  

The children’s cheers, muffled by their snack-filled mouths, gave me an extra boost of energy.  

I worked harder, encouraged by their support.  

“Hey, oppa!”  

“Yeah?”  

Seon-ah called out to me as I was in the middle of tilling.  

Curious, I paused to listen to her unexpected news.  

“Winter is coming soon!”  

“Winter? Oh! Winter!”  

It had already come to that time!  

The cycle of seasons in the Dungeon of Gluttony was short.  

Unlike Earth, where winter came once a year, here it arrived roughly once every quarter.  

Looking at the timeline now, it seemed I should have been preparing for winter instead of creating a new field.  

“Thanks for letting me know. This could’ve been a big problem.”  

“Why? What’s the big deal? Is winter going to be rough?”  

Come to think of it, had Seon-ah never experienced winter here?  

Winters here weren’t harsh; it was just a light dusting of snow—not the bone-chilling cold of a Korean winter.  

“We need to prepare the leaf house.”  

“Leaf house?”  

“Yes. But since it’s still far from the season when leaves fall, I’ll just set up a greenhouse instead.”  

Thankfully, I’d already prepared greenhouses.  

After the last winter experience, I made sure to stock up on supplies in advance.  

“I’ll plant everything once winter is over.”  

“So, what are you going to plant? Aren’t you going to tell me?”  

“It’s written on the box. I don’t know much either—it’s a request.”  

At that, Seon-ah went to check the box.  

The children, full of curiosity, gathered around her to take a look, chattering amongst themselves.  

Ara, Cheong, Gomgom, Soo, and even the Kkumuris all joined in.  

Their round little backs were so adorable, they looked like a group of plush toys.  

“I don’t understand a single thing.”  

“Exactly my point.”  

As much as there were plenty of seeds, I couldn’t risk testing the requested varieties during winter.  

Besides, winters here, as far as I knew, were extremely short—one or two weeks, tops.  

I couldn’t quite recall, but it wasn’t long.  

“Oh, by the way, I might be going to the U.S. soon.”  

“The U.S.? Why all of a sudden?”  

Seon-ah exclaimed in surprise, and I shrugged.  

“Someone asked for a favor.”  

“Why do you take on so many favors? Are you a pushover?”  

“It always comes back to me in some way. It’s all about giving and living generously.”  

It wasn’t as if I was helping for free.  

If I could help Kyler’s daughter, securing the Seven Deadly Sins as my familiars would become significantly easier.  

“Hmm…”  

“I’ll take Cheong with me to the U.S. And before we go, let’s spend some time with Mom and Dad.”  

“Alright. I’ll bring them over.”  

To be honest, this sudden U.S. trip caught me off guard too.  

I wasn’t particularly worried, but what weighed on my mind was Cheong.  

He hadn’t even been on an outing yet, and now he’d experience international travel—it might be overwhelming.  

Before that, I should take him to visit my parents and let him greet them.  

‘Might as well take Mammon and Ras with me too.’  

Since we’d be flying on a private jet, there was no need to worry about prying eyes.  

Kyler had assured me that treating his daughter would be done discreetly, so there was little chance of drawing attention.  

Ara and Cheong were reliable enough, but with Mammon and Ras along, there’d truly be nothing to worry about.  

‘I’ll take them with me!’  

That meant I’d need to get familiar certification for my familiars.  

If I entrusted the process to Director Jeon Young-joo, it would likely be handled quickly and without exposing my identity.  

***

“Thank you for everything.”  

Roughly a year had passed.  

Jae-seong, who had become an incredibly skilled individual during this time, bowed deeply to Junichi as a sign of gratitude.  

Junichi, feeling a pang of sadness at Jae-seong’s departure, sighed and nodded.  

“Please, rise. If anything, I should be the one thanking you. You’ve brought much joy to my palate.”  

“……”

“I would’ve liked you not to take Chef Orie along with you as well, but I can’t stop her if she decides to go.”  

“It’s been an honor. Thank you.”  

“In return, please make sure to invite me to the wedding.”  

“Oh, I… I’m not sure if we’ll…”  

Jae-seong’s face turned red as he stammered, while Orie, standing beside him, covered her mouth to hide her laughter.  

Over the past year, the two had grown close and eventually became a couple.  

Now, with Jae-seong deciding to open a restaurant in Korea, Orie had agreed to join him.  

“On one condition.”  

“A condition?”  

“When you open the restaurant, I must be your first customer. No exceptions!”  

“Understood. I will make sure to have you as my very first guest.”  

“Ah, such a shame. Have you told Mr. Kyu-seong yet?”  

“No, I haven’t. I plan to surprise him.”  

“He’s going to be quite shocked. Very well.”  

Junichi stood up, a smile on his face, and then turned to his assistant.  

“Prepare the plane. I’ll be going to Korea with them.”  

“Mr. Junichi, your remaining schedule for today…”  

“Apologies, but push it to a later date. With Jae-seong and Chef Orie leaving, I can’t just stay here.”  

“You don’t just want an excuse to visit Mr. Kyu-seong’s dungeon, do you?”  

“Ahem!”  

Caught off guard by the remark, Junichi awkwardly looked away.  

Everyone chuckled at his reaction as they began preparing for departure.  

“I’m looking forward to seeing Mr. Kyu-seong’s surprised face.”  

“Me too.”  

“And even more so, going there with Chef Orie.”  

“Aha… ha ha.”  

Jae-seong laughed awkwardly, but the anticipation was clear.  

Finally, he was returning to Korea. 

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The sound of grotesque screams from a god, crushed and slammed into the ground, echoed madly through the forest.  

Yet, the man who had brought the deity low gazed upon the fallen being with an expression devoid of emotion.  

Jenira, who had been staring blankly at him—at a man radiating something vast and divine—finally heard his voice.  

“Pull yourself together.”  

“A-ah,” she gasped, responding to the words of the man—no, Marquis Palatio.  

“Can you stand?”  

“Y-yes.”  

“Then head down to the altar now. Your sister will be waiting for you.”  

“But… what about you?” she stammered.  

Without a word, he bent down and picked up the frozen apple she had dropped earlier, handing it back to her.  

“Naturally, I’ll handle that and come down later,” he replied curtly, shifting his gaze as if there was no more to say.  

“Jenira!”  

“Sister!”  

Syrkal, who had been waiting anxiously below the altar, rushed up at the sight of her sister.  

“Truly, thank you so much!” Syrkal exclaimed.  

“Take her down quickly,” Marquis ordered. After Syrkal hurriedly led her sister away, he turned his attention back to the colossal, thrashing form of the Basiliora—the “Receiver.”  

‘Damn, I knew it was big, but this is ridiculously massive,’ he thought, clutching his wildly beating heart. If not for Deus, Jenira and he might have both been devoured.  

But that thought lasted only a moment. Marquis pulled a potion of magic power from his belt and downed it in one gulp, his eyes fixed on the iron bars embedded in the roof of the creature’s mouth.  

‘The ambush succeeded, so the first phase of the plan is complete. The important part starts now,’ he mused, glancing downward toward the altar.  

The Receiver Basiliora bellowed in fury, its monstrous voice shaking the ground. The sound was so intense it seemed to pierce the body, as if icy raindrops were pelting every nerve.  

[Who… what are you?!]  

A voice resonated in his mind—a guttural yet intelligent tone belonging to Basiliora, a being now both divine and sentient.  

Its rage was palpable, but beneath it lingered… fear? A faint trace of the emotion threaded through the beast’s furious voice.  

With a thunderous crash, the creature coiled itself around the altar once more, lunging upward with a force that shattered its edges. Its ascent was relentless, almost enough to make Alon feel a chill.  

But the effort was in vain. Before it could reach the top, violet threads had wrapped tightly around its massive form, dragging it back to the ground.  

“You think I’ll just let you reach Marquis?” Deus’s voice rang out as he struck the creature’s head, driving it back down.  

With a deafening crash, the Thunder Serpent God fell to the earth again.  

***

Reinhardt was sure of one thing: Marquis Palatio was utterly insane. Every word that came out of the man’s mouth was the kind of madness no rational person could utter.  

Or so he thought—until he saw it with his own eyes.  

“Hah…”  

Reinhardt stared at the distant scene, unable to close his gaping mouth.  

There, a godlike being—the colossal Thunder Serpent—was plummeting to the ground. A human bringing down a god… The sight was so awe-inspiring it sent shivers through even Reinhardt’s jaded heart.  

And yet…  

“That’s Deus?” he muttered internally.  

It had been so long since he’d seen him. Deus had grown far stronger than Reinhardt could have imagined.  

With a thunderous impact, Reinhardt saw Deus get struck by the creature’s massive tail, sent flying through the forest. Trees shattered in his wake as he crashed through the terrain.  

As if struck by a colossal spell, a cloud of dust rose noisily despite the rain, hinting at the sheer force of the attack.  

Even for a Sword Master, such a blow would be impossible to endure unscathed. In fact, it was an attack of such magnitude that it could have been instantly fatal.  

Yet, Deus, standing before his eyes, appeared almost comically unharmed—save for being coated in mud and dust.  

“A unique ability, perhaps,” Reinhardt mused, letting out a faint, hollow laugh as he pieced together what Deus had done.  

In that moment of divine attack, Deus had defended himself by cocooning his body in his signature threads, his unique ability absorbing the brunt of the assault.  

As Reinhardt realized this, Basiliora—the Receiver—roared in fury and charged madly at Deus, its monstrous form wreaking havoc across the earth.  

Crash!  

The very act of its crawling across the ground unleashed a cacophony, as if heralding a natural disaster. The Receiver lunged forward with its colossal body, attempting to crush Deus outright.  

But in the next instant, Deus stopped the oncoming calamity.  

Using his violet threads, he lashed them around nearby trees, weaving them into an impromptu shield. Wrapping his body in his threads, Deus blocked the creature’s advance and drew his sword. With a swift slash, he redirected the path of the monstrous force.  

Thud!  

Basiliora hurtled sideways, crashing into a massive cliff, far from the altar. The impact sent chills down Reinhardt’s spine.  

“Just how much has he grown?”  

Reinhardt couldn’t suppress his amazement. He had believed himself to have grown considerably, yet the figure he had always aimed to surpass had ascended far beyond reach.  

When the Receiver let out another ear-piercing scream and charged again, Reinhardt could only grimace. Despite the initial damage to its upper jaw from Marquis Palatio’s first strike, Basiliora had sustained little significant harm.  

Once more, it barreled forward—not merely toward Deus, but directly at the altar.  

Deus prepared to block the onslaught again, but this time, he seemed visibly strained.  

“Tsk.”  

Clicking his tongue, Reinhardt moved with a flash of speed, positioning himself directly in front of Deus.  

“I was saving this as a final move…” he muttered under his breath, readying himself for the monstrous charge.  

He assumed his stance: right foot forward, left foot back. His right hand gripped his sword’s hilt, poised high, while his left hand steadied the blade.  

Click.  

The sound of his blade snapping free from its sheath rang out, and Reinhardt clenched his teeth as he poured strength into his right foot.  

“Secret Technique—”  

With an explosive burst of energy, Reinhardt slashed his sword downward, unleashing a move he’d honed in the depths of the jungle.  

“Meteor Sword!”  

Boom!  

The ground itself buckled under the pressure of his blade, amplifying the gravity in the area by several dozen times.  

The earth shattered.  

The trees splintered.  

The stones cracked.  

Even the rain itself seemed to halt midair before being crushed by the overwhelming force.  

Under this immense gravitational pull, the massive Receiver was slammed into the ground, its monstrous advance completely halted.  

“Everything’s ready. Proceed according to plan,” the voice of Marquis Palatio concluded, signaling the culmination of the battle.  

Alon observed the scene with a mix of awe and worry.  

“I didn’t ask them to go this far…”  

From the start, Alon had anticipated Basiliora climbing toward the altar, and his plan only accounted for Deus blocking the creature’s charge once or twice.  

He had never imagined anyone could hold off such a catastrophic force beyond that.  

Yet Deus had done precisely that, fending off the attack of a beast that had fed on faith for ages—perhaps not a true god, but at least worthy of being called a guardian deity.  

What made this feat even more remarkable was Basiliora’s divine nature, which diminished damage from non-divine beings. Blocking such a creature was no small task.  

Thanks to Deus’s efforts, Alon had completed all preparations with ease. Glancing around, he noticed Deus and Reinhardt had already retreated from the battlefield.  

With a sigh of relief, he muttered softly to himself.  

“Phew…”  

Letting out a sigh, Alon gazed at Basiliora, the Receiver, as it charged toward the altar once more.  

Its enraged shrieks pierced the air, a wordless roar born of frustration after having its attacks thwarted repeatedly. The sheer ferocity of its charge embodied pure disaster. Yet, watching this calamity unfold, Alon calmly formed a series of hand seals.  

“One point,” he intoned, his voice steady.  

The time Alon had spent stalling since his first strike against Basiliora served three critical purposes:  

First, mana recovery.  

His severely limited mana reserves meant that even a single spell could nearly deplete him. He needed time to replenish his strength.  

“Expansion,” he muttered, moving to the second step.  

This phase involved severing the flow of faith directed at Basiliora and stalling for the debuffs cast by the Thunder Serpent tribe to take full effect.  

While Basiliora’s vast reservoir of accumulated faith shielded it from significant harm, the tribe’s ritualistic debuffs would undeniably tip the scales.  

Finally, “Vibration.”  

The last step relied on his artifact, the Necklace of the Eye Eater, which identified Basiliora’s weaknesses.  

This final preparation complete, Alon turned his attention back to the colossal being as it began scaling the altar.  

“Destruction.”  

With that single word, Alon unleashed his spell upon the altar.  

—  

BOOM!!!  

The massive structure, already riddled with cracks, collapsed with an earth-shattering roar.  

SPLASH!  

From within, a surge of water burst forth, engulfing everything in its path. The deluge swept away the surrounding landscape and consumed half of Basiliora’s enormous body in its torrent.  

Despite the chaos unfolding, Alon remained composed. This was all part of the plan—a scenario he had encountered countless times while navigating “Psychedelia.” In the game, triggering a “Jungle Flood” required toppling one of the many “Rain Altars,” and now, reality mirrored that event.  

He looked down at the unfolding scene. Everything was ready.  

Basiliora was now under the effects of the Thunder Serpent tribe’s debuffs, half-submerged in the floodwaters, and impaled through its mouth by an enormous magically reforged spear—a lightning rod created with the tribe’s assistance.  

Only one task remained: deliver the final blow.  

“Array of Thunder,” Alon murmured.  

At that moment, Deus and Reinhardt, who had taken refuge on a high point in the jungle safe from the flood, witnessed the scene unfold.  

Under the dim, ashen skies, a dazzling light erupted from Marquis Palatio standing at the heart of it all. The brilliance seemed to cleave the world in two.  

“What the hell…?” Reinhardt cursed, his face etched with shock.  

Deus, filled with renewed awe, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, unable to look away.  

And then it happened.  

Behind Marquis, a pair of glowing eyes appeared as if etched into the fabric of reality itself. As the gray heavens parted, a radiant light descended—pure, blinding, and unrelenting—splitting the stormy skies with divine brilliance. 

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At Alon’s words, everyone’s jaws dropped in disbelief.  

Even Wise Ashgul, with wrinkles folding over his eyes, was stunned.  

So was the swift Syrkal, who still looked at Alon with cautious wariness.  

Even Evan, who had been curiously examining one of the giant monster masks in the corner of the tent, froze.  

Reinhardt, who had been casually surveying the surroundings with disinterest like Evan, was no exception.  

All of them were left gaping.  

The words that had just come out of Alon’s mouth were utterly incomprehensible to anyone present.  

Among them, Reinhardt, in particular, stared at him with an expression that screamed, ‘What in the world did he just say?’  

Though Reinhardt currently looked unkempt, having spent long stretches training in the jungle and moving between camps, he still recognized the being Alon had spoken of.  

The Receiver, Basiliora.  

A savage and massive serpent, it was both the ruler of the eastern region and the deity worshipped by the Thunder Serpent Tribe.  

Many expedition teams avoided conflict with the Thunder Serpent Tribe precisely because Basiliora stood behind them.  

Yet here was Marquis Pallatio, boldly declaring his intention to subjugate Basiliora in front of the very tribe that revered it as their god.  

‘Is he out of his mind?’ Reinhardt thought, staring at Alon with a genuine sense of disbelief.  

Of course, he already knew Alon wasn’t ordinary.  

He had heard the rumors and witnessed some of Alon’s extraordinary feats firsthand.  

But no matter how extraordinary, the idea of subjugating Basiliora felt like the height of absurdity—something beyond mere arrogance.  

‘That monster…?’  

Reinhardt recalled the one time he had seen Basiliora.  

Its massive tail had casually swiped through the jungle, snapping dozens of trees like twigs.  

Its enormous body towered over the treetops, leaving an impression so indelible that Reinhardt could never forget it.  

And yet, as Reinhardt stared incredulously at Deus, who stood beside Marquis Pallatio, calmly nodding in agreement, his disbelief deepened.  

“…What did you just say?”  

For the first time, Wise Ashgul frowned, abandoning his usual calm demeanor.  

“Those are words, no matter how esteemed you may be, that cannot be taken lightly,” Ashgul said, his voice tinged with undisguised hostility.  

But Alon was unfazed.  

He had already anticipated this reaction.  

Alon spoke the words he had prepared in advance.  

“Then will you keep living like this?”  

“…What are you trying to say?” Ashgul asked.  

“I’m asking if you will continue offering your people to that god,” Alon said bluntly.  

“How… How do you know about that?”  

Ashgul’s shocked expression gave him away, a silent admission of the truth.  

But Alon didn’t pause, continuing his argument.  

“Remember this, Ashgul. The god you worship will never stop demanding human sacrifices—not until the Thunder Serpent Tribe is utterly destroyed.”  

“And how can you be so sure of that?” Ashgul challenged.  

Without hesitation, Alon replied, “There’s no need for certainty. You already know, don’t you? You know it won’t stop.”  

Alon’s next words were even sharper.  

“If the Thunder Serpent Tribe aids me, I’ll get rid of it for you.”  

Ashgul fell silent, unable to respond.  

Alon said no more.  

Not because he had nothing to add, but because there was no need to.  

His purpose here was twofold: to force the Thunder Serpent Tribe’s chief to confront a truth they had long ignored and to offer them a chance for change.  

After a moment of tense silence, Ashgul finally spoke.  

“…Will you give me a day to consider this?”  

“I’ll wait,” Alon replied.  

And with that, their first meeting ended, leaving the promise of tomorrow hanging in the air.  

As Alon left the tent with his companions, he glanced back momentarily to see Syrkal’s pupils trembling uncontrollably.  

Without further hesitation, they exited the shrine.  

Shortly afterward:  

“Marquis.”  

“What’s on your mind?”  

“…Are you really planning to capture that so-called god?”  

Upon returning to the lodging assigned to them by the Thunder Serpent Tribe, Evan immediately asked the question.  

Alon nodded calmly.  

“Yes.”  

“…Wait, you’re serious?”  

“I am.”  

“Sometimes, I really don’t understand you, Marquis. But… are you sure you don’t need to explain yourself more? Judging by their reaction, they didn’t seem particularly pleased with what you said.”  

Alon responded nonchalantly.  

“They’ll likely accept.”  

“And why is that?”  

“Because they probably don’t want to keep offering human sacrifices anymore.”  

Evan clicked his tongue in frustration.  

“As I thought, that’s what this is all about.”  

“Exactly.”  

“But still, do you really think they’ll easily go along with your plan? Sure, it’s a barbaric practice, but for tribes where human sacrifice is ingrained in their culture, they might not even realize it’s wrong.”  

Evan wasn’t entirely wrong.  

Human sacrifice was seen as an unspeakable act in any place governed by basic moral principles.  

However, in isolated tribes like the Thunder Serpent Tribe, whose interaction with the outside world was minimal, it was plausible they lacked the moral framework to question the practice.  

Still, Evan was mistaken about one thing.  

“The Thunder Serpent Tribe wasn’t originally a tribe that offered human sacrifices. They’re being forced into it.”  

“…Forced?”  

Though Alon didn’t know every detail about them, he was certain of two things:  

First, the Thunder Serpent Tribe had not practiced human sacrifice in the past.  

Second, the one enforcing the sacrifices was none other than their supposed guardian, Basiliora.  

“…Wait, then why wouldn’t they accept your proposal?”  

Evan looked puzzled.  

Alon didn’t answer right away, but Reinhardt did.  

“Obviously, they’re afraid of what will happen if they fail. Isn’t it easy to imagine? If the tribe really is being forced into sacrifices, they’re probably doing it to avoid being annihilated.”  

“That makes sense, but wouldn’t it be better for them to just escape to a place where Basiliora doesn’t exist?”  

“They clearly can’t escape. There’s something stopping them, which is why they’re enduring this humiliation,” Reinhardt replied.  

Alon gave Reinhardt a long look, impressed.  

Despite his rough, bandit-like appearance, Reinhardt had accurately deduced the situation.  

“Correct. The Thunder Serpent Tribe cannot leave this place. To be more precise, they’re trapped here. Basiliora is keeping them under surveillance, ensuring they can’t escape.”  

“Oh.”  

Evan let out a small exclamation of admiration.  

Briefly puffing up at Deus’s gaze of approval, Reinhardt then frowned as if something had occurred to him.  

“Wait a second. Why do you all look so surprised? Is it that shocking that I figured this out?”  

“Well…”  

“…Because your brain works faster than your looks suggest?” Deus quipped.  

“Oh, that’s—cough—uh…”  

Evan nodded enthusiastically, only to clear his throat awkwardly when he noticed Reinhardt glaring at him.  

Quickly changing the subject, Evan asked, “Uh, anyway, why won’t Basiliora let the tribe leave?”  

The urgency in his tone drew Alon’s attention.  

“Because of their faith, most likely,” Alon thought.  

Basiliora relied on the Thunder Serpent Tribe’s faith as a source of power, fully aware of how much it strengthened him.  

To Basiliora, the tribe wasn’t just a protectorate—it was a precious supply of faith.  

The problem, however, was that Basiliora had realized fear and human sacrifice could generate even more faith than protection ever could.  

“And surely, the chieftain knows that truth as well.”  

Alon recalled the bitterness in Syrkal’s voice during the game as she recounted the truth about the human sacrifices, a secret passed down from the previous chieftain.  

“I don’t know the exact reasons myself,” Alon said, evading further explanation.  

The full story would take too long to share.  

“Anyway, let’s wait and see.”  

With those words, he took his seat.  

***

Three hours later.  

“Is it really… truly possible to capture Basiliora?”  

Alon looked at Syrkal, who had returned much sooner than expected. He had anticipated that it would take a day or two for the tribe to hold a meeting and reach a decision, but Syrkal came to him in just three hours.  

“Yes,” Alon replied calmly with a nod.  

“…My younger sister is the next sacrifice.”  

It didn’t take long for Alon to understand why the decision had come so quickly.  

“So that’s why the meeting ended so fast.”  

“Yes. If we act now, we can still save my sister.”  

“It couldn’t have been easy to convince the others.”  

“The chieftain and I agreed to take full responsibility.”  

Alon paused for a moment, considering the risk she and the chieftain were taking. Could she truly shoulder the consequences if they failed? He quickly dismissed the thought and nodded.  

Given Basiliora’s nature, the Thunder Serpent Tribe was too valuable for the entity to simply annihilate. Their lives alone—hers and the chieftain’s—might suffice as compensation.  

But for Alon, failure was never an option.  

“Then let’s discuss what needs to be done.”  

Alon began explaining the steps to Syrkal, whose expression was resolute.  

***

Jenira.  

The younger sister of Syrkal, the Thunder Serpent Tribe’s strongest warrior.  

She had just turned sixteen and was set to undergo the coming-of-age ceremony, earning her tribal name alongside others her age. But now, she stood alone atop the temple roof, gazing at the rain as it fell in heavy drops.  

Dark clouds, streaked with shades of gray, deepened as twilight approached. Jenira glanced down at her hands.  

In her palm was an apple.  

It was her last meal, a gift from her sister, whom she loved dearly. The apple had been handed to her by Syrkal, who, for the first time, had shed tears while pressing it into her hands.  

Jenira stared blankly at the once-vivid red apple, now dulled like the gray sky above. Syrkal had told her to eat it, but Jenira hadn’t.  

No, she couldn’t.  

Despite her hunger, despite her love for apples, she couldn’t bring herself to eat it.  

The moment she bit into it, she felt, would mark the end. Eating it would mean being alone. The fear of that final moment kept her from taking even a single bite. She knew this was her last meal.  

It’s pointless.  

Jenira wasn’t ignorant. She knew that holding onto the apple wouldn’t keep her sister by her side. She knew the inevitable end wouldn’t be stopped.  

She wanted to run.  

A sudden, overwhelming impulse flashed through her mind, but her body didn’t move.  

Running would only make her sister the next sacrifice. She understood that too well.  

So she stood still, watching the gray sky darken further into night.  

Until—  

“!”  

Ku-gu-gu-gu—!  

She saw it.  

Something enormous, gliding toward her.  

The great god she worshipped. The god she never wished to face.  

…Death had come for her.  

Smashing through the trees with its sheer size, the massive serpent—no, the Receiver, Basiliora—slithered effortlessly around the colossal altar. Its enormous eyes locked onto her.  

The reptilian pupil, larger than her entire body, bore into her.  

“Ah—”  

Fear overtook her. Her body trembled uncontrollably.  

The apple slipped from her hands, landing in the rain-soaked ground.  

Her mind screamed for survival.  

‘I want to live. I want to live. I want to live. I want to live.’  

The thought repeated endlessly, burning in her mind.  

But deep down, she knew.  

No matter how much she begged or cried, no one was coming to save her. Her death had already been decided.  

And so, all she could do was silently weep as she stood there, frozen in terror.  

The Receiver, who seemed to savor her fear, opened its gargantuan jaws—large enough to swallow a house in one bite—to devour her.  

But then—  

“Arctic Freeze.”  

A voice rang out.  

Crack, crack, crack!

Everything atop the altar froze solid.  

The ground.  

The rainwater pooling on the floor.  

Even the apple Jenira had dropped.  

The rain falling from the sky froze, every drop suspended in ice.  

And then—  

From the edge of the altar,  

Step, step—  

A man walked forward, unfazed, his expression indifferent as the frozen rain brushed against him.  

In one hand, he carried a swirl of grayish-white magic. Floating beside him was a rectangular mass of iron, roughly half his size.  

As he ascended the stairs, he muttered something under his breath—too quiet for anyone to hear.  

But immediately after—  

CRAAACK!

The rectangular iron mass twisted unnaturally, reshaping itself into a massive spear.  

The god, the Receiver, Basiliora, instinctively felt threatened. It tried to close its gaping jaws, but—  

Its mouth wouldn’t close.  

Within the cavernous, ash-gray expanse of its maw, bright violet threads crisscrossed wildly, forcibly holding the god’s mouth wide open.  

The moment it realized this, Basiliora’s massive body, coiled around the altar, began to convulse.  

RUMBLE!

With just one twist of its colossal frame, the entire altar shook as though an earthquake had struck.  

Yet the man remained undeterred. He calmly climbed the remaining steps and passed by Jenira, who stood frozen in fear, before stopping in front of the god.  

With another quiet murmur, he raised his hand, forming a gesture like a gun with his index and middle fingers pointed forward.  

“Pierce.”  

He spoke the final word.  

BOOM!  

A massive bolt of lightning struck.  

The iron spear shot forth, shattering through Basiliora’s upper jaw with an earth-shaking impact.  

And then, the god fell.  

Basiliora, pierced and defeated, tumbled down the altar, its divine majesty shattered.  

And Jenira, frozen where she stood, stared blankly at the man who had brought down such a “god.”  

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Round 249

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Wriggle, wriggle.

After Kyu-seong and Ara left, the slimes took an interest in the newly grown apple tree.

Unlike the vegetation they had encountered so far, this plant seemed different.

The slimes all gathered around it, their heads huddled together as if in deep contemplation.

Gomgom, Soo, and Cheong soon joined in, pondering together.

“Gruu.”

“Kyuuing.”

Gomgom and Soo offered their thoughts first.

However, the slimes shook their heads, looking for another opinion.

“It’s going to grow well! Have confidence!”

Cheong stretched out both arms enthusiastically.

Inspired by Cheong, Gomgom and Soo also stretched their arms wide.

“Gruuu!”

“Kyuuing!”

Their opinions aligned.

Having reached a consensus, the slimes clung to the apple tree, inspecting it from all angles.

Diligent and meticulous, the group examined every inch of the tree.

From a distance, Seon-ah was quietly snapping photos.

She muttered to herself, imagining the apples she’d harvest someday.

“When will the other fruits be ready?”

And right at that moment, seeds of various plants, expedited from the U.S., arrived in Korea.

***

“Here’s the list.”

The process seemed almost too easy as the list of items was handed over casually.

I glanced at the guild master and the branch director, gauging their reactions.

Their reassuring expressions told me not to worry.

“Hmm…”

I examined the tablet.

Having done something similar before, I took my time going through it.

As expected of the U.S., the list was filled with items I’d never seen or heard of.

“Wow.”

The item list was distributed to everyone present, including Ara.

Ara seemed more captivated by the pictures than the descriptions, repeatedly exclaiming in awe.

“This is terrifying!”

Turning my head slightly, I saw what Ara was looking at—a truly menacing serrated greatsword, labeled as a unique-grade item.

I caught a glimpse of Director Jeon Yeong-joo eyeing it hungrily.

It seemed like Ara had stumbled upon something particularly rare.

But such a weapon was of no use to me.

For a moment, I imagined Ara wielding that serrated greatsword, swinging it around…

“Hmm.”

The thought was too gruesome.

Rejected.

I even considered using the greatsword to chop firewood, but it felt far too extravagant for such a mundane task.

“You can filter the list by category, so take your time,” Nathan suggested.

I adjusted the tablet’s settings to browse items by category.

This made the process significantly more manageable.

Excluding combat items, I focused on utility, support, and healing items.

A few caught my attention, including some that could aid in farming.

‘An item that controls soil? That’s impressive.’

There were items for teleportation, tools that could locate water sources with mana stones, and even one that pulverized waste into nothingness.

But among all these, my eyes were drawn to a single item.

[Mysterious Work Boots (Common-Growth Type)]

Another item from the “Mysterious” series was here.

While there was no practical reason to choose it, I couldn’t help but be intrigued.

[Mysterious Work Boots (Common-Growth Type)]

[Shoes once worn by an unknown individual]

[Enhances crop growth]

[Reduces stamina consumption]

[Eliminates stamina consumption when walking on farmland]

[Slightly enriches the soil you step on]

From a general perspective, it didn’t seem like a great item.

No one would likely consider using it.

But for me, this held more value than items that could summon lightning or breathe fire.

‘Still, it feels a bit underwhelming!’

With so many outstanding items available, picking a mere common-grade item felt like a waste.

The list had items ranging up to the highest grade, unique.

The grades were: Common, Advanced, Rare, Unique, and Legendary.

Choosing a common-grade item when there were unique-grade options felt like a loss.

“Hmm…”

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! It’s a hat!”

At that moment, Ara showed me a picture.

It was, as she said, a hat resembling a medieval helmet.

Considering Ara’s passion for collecting hats, it was no surprise that the helmet piqued her interest.

It was a unique-grade item—rare enough on its own, but it was also a growth-type, making it exceptionally valuable.

“Let’s see… oh? A unique growth-type item?”

Unique items were rare, but adding a growth feature made it even more extraordinary.

Checking the helmet’s abilities, I found them to be impressive.

[Greedy Gladiator’s Soul (Unique-Growth)]

[A gladiator on the brink of becoming a legend succumbed to greed, meeting a tragic end. That greed lingers to this day]

[Excellent defensive capabilities]

[Reduces magical and elemental damage by 10%]

[Consumes gold to temporarily achieve invincibility]

The helmet grows with every use of gold.

It wasn’t bad at all.

Especially the ability to gain temporary invincibility by consuming gold—that sounded borderline overpowered.

However, the additional comment below gave me pause:

“Comment: Consumes 1kg of gold for 0.001 seconds of invincibility. Up to 100kg of gold was consumed, but no signs of growth were observed.”

Even the U.S. Department of Defense had left a review.

How much is 100kg of gold worth?

I didn’t know the exact price, but it had to be a fortune.

It felt a bit awkward to add such an extravagant item to Ara’s hat collection…

“You can take your time deciding. Even if it takes a year, it’s fine,” Nathan said with a sly grin.

Since there was no rush, I decided to take a relaxed approach to choosing an item.

“By the way, I just received news that seeds from the homeland have arrived via express delivery. How about we start with those?”

“Sounds great!”

The item list had over 3,000 entries.

Reading each description was daunting, so I decided to postpone making a choice.

Soon, the seeds Nathan mentioned were delivered to our location.

I was already excited, having heard about them in advance.

“Wow! Seeds!”

Boxes filled with various plant seeds arrived, each labeled with their name, quantity, characteristics, and source.

Half were Earth plants, and the other half were dungeon plants, all of which were rare.

“As you can see, these are all edible plants. If you ever have the opportunity, could I also request non-edible plants in the future?”

“Of course!”

There were 10 different types of seeds, all edible.

I couldn’t wait to experiment with them.

After receiving the seeds, we parted ways.  

We agreed to discuss the item selection later, and Nathan mentioned he’d be returning to the U.S. that night.  

‘Now it’s time to meet Kyler.’  

After deciding to consult the branch director and guild master further regarding the items, I spent a little time shopping with Ara.  

We stocked up on food and snacks we couldn’t make in the dungeon.  

With a little time left before our next appointment, we decided to contact the Dasom Orphanage.  

The director warmly welcomed us, saying we were always free to visit.  

“It’s been a while!”  

“Yeah, it really has.”  

We hadn’t been able to visit often due to the series of recent events.  

After the last event we held there, we barely managed to visit once a month.  

Ara happily reunited with her friends, sharing the snacks we’d brought and laughing joyfully.  

Watching her, my heart felt warm.  

“You’ve been busy, haven’t you?”  

“Sigh, I should have visited more often, but…”  

“It’s okay! We’ve already heard from So-yeon. She told us you’ve been extremely busy, not just saying it to be polite.”  

Apparently, Jeong So-yeon occasionally updated them on my activities.  

And just as the saying goes, “Speak of the tiger and it will appear,” So-yeon arrived on her motorbike while I was chatting with the orphanage staff.  

“Isn’t this the rare appearance of Mr. Kyu-seong?”  

“Haha, I saw you just a few days ago. Anyone hearing this would misunderstand.”  

“Hmm, I heard you visited Team 2 Leader’s house recently. Did you eat something delicious without us again?”  

So-yeon playfully teased, her sharp eyes scrutinizing me.  

I couldn’t help but laugh and raise my hands in surrender.  

“What would you like to eat?”  

“I wasn’t hinting at anything… but sweet potato Candy, please!”  

She grinned mischievously, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I pulled out some sweet potatoes.  

Borrowing the orphanage kitchen, we made a generous batch of sweet potato Candy, enough for everyone, including the kids.  

The delicious smell attracted the children, who gathered around curiously.  

“Candy!”  

“Ara, your dad’s making Candy!”  

Ara’s eyes sparkled as she ran over.  

“Candy!”  

“That’s right! Candy!”  

Seeing the bright and cheerful children lifted my spirits.  

At the same time, I couldn’t help but admire the orphanage staff for raising the children so well.  

‘Well, So-yeon grew up here too.’  

As I finished making the sweet potato Candy and began distributing it, one of the staff members approached me.  

“Mr. Kyu-seong, you have a visitor.”  

“A visitor? Here?”  

I was momentarily flustered.  

Why would someone come here to see me?  

It wasn’t even my house.  

I handed off the Candy distribution to someone else and stepped outside.  

There, I saw someone unfamiliar.  

In front of them stood Ara, clutching sweet potato Candy in both hands, facing off confidently.  

“Candy! Try it!” Ara declared.  

“Um… who might you be?” I asked cautiously.  

“It’s them, Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!” Ara exclaimed.  

Them? Could it be…  

“Ky—” I almost blurted out the name but stopped myself just in time.  

Right then, So-yeon appeared behind me.  

“Kyu-seong, is this your guest? I thought it was someone from the guild, so I came out to check, but I guess not.”  

So-yeon gave a polite but slightly awkward bow, then subtly glanced at the person I assumed was Kyler.  

The man, presumably Kyler, returned the bow before accepting the Candy Ara offered him.  

“This looks delicious!”  

“Is this…?” Kyler took a bite of the Candy with a curious expression.  

His shoulders flinched as the taste registered, and he chewed thoughtfully, even closing his eyes to savor it.  

“Hmm…”  

The way he relished the food made it clear—this had to be Kyler.  

But why had he come here instead of our agreed meeting spot?  

“What do you think? What do you think?” Ara eagerly asked.  

Without opening his eyes, Kyler smiled and gave a thumbs-up.  

“It’s delicious! As expected, Kyu-seong Kyu-seong’s cooking is amazing!”  

Ara grinned and popped some Candy into her mouth.  

After finishing the Candy, Kyler suddenly bowed deeply.  

“Apologies for showing up unannounced. I had an urgent matter that requires me to leave soon, so I came here first.”  

“Ah, I see.”  

Considering he was a Level 9 Awakened, it made sense. His schedule was likely unpredictable.  

Before I realized it, So-yeon had slipped away, leaving only me, Ara, and Kyler.  

Confirming we were alone, Kyler spoke in a low voice.  

“I’ve been observing you over the past few days, Mr. Kyu-seong. I also saw your application for an out-of-standard grade rating.”  

“Hm.”  

“With your abilities, I’m certain you’ll pass. The Union may be strict, but they’re thorough and fair in these matters.”  

“Uh… thank you.” I nodded awkwardly.  

Kyler straightened his posture.  

“Mr. Kyu-seong, I’ll get straight to the point.”  

“Go ahead.”  

“Could you help me?”  

His sudden request left me momentarily speechless.  

Sensing my hesitation, Kyler elaborated.  

“I have a sick daughter. I’ve been searching far and wide for a cure. Recently, I discovered that the key to her treatment lies in a dungeon tied to the Seven Deadly Sins.”  

“Seven Deadly Sins!”  

So that’s why Nathan said Kyler knew a lot about the Seven Deadly Sins.  

“The dungeon is actually in the United States. It’s the Dungeon of Lust. The U.S. government has hidden its location, but I eventually found it.”  

“Are you planning to raid the dungeon?”  

“If it’s for my daughter’s treatment… absolutely.”  

I didn’t know that the wanderer Kyler had a sick daughter. I thought he was just wandering aimlessly, but it turns out there was a reason.  

“For that, we desperately need Mr. Kyu-seong’s power. I will give you whatever you want in return. Everything that comes out of the dungeon will go to Mr. Kyu-seong. I only wish for my daughter’s treatment.”  

“Hmm.” A treatment for his daughter… there’s a clue in the dungeon?  

“I can help, but could I possibly check on your daughter in person before we raid the dungeon?”  

“That might be difficult. There are many targeting me, so I’ve kept my existence hidden from her as well.”  

An unexpected response, but it made sense. However, I explained again,  

“Kyler, if you’ve investigated me for a few days, you would have heard about the people I’ve treated.”  

“My daughter is a special case. I know Mr. Kyu-seong’s abilities are great, but…”  

“You never know. Realistically, raiding the dungeon of the Seven Deadly Sins is almost impossible alone, even for Kyler, a level 9 awakener, right?”  

“…… You’re right. However…….”  

As the atmosphere suddenly grew serious, Ara, who had been eagerly eating sweets, looked around at Kyler and me. Then she suddenly exclaimed,  

“Does he have a sick daughter! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong will solve it!”  

“Huh?”  

“My brother Cheong can solve it too! We will cure his daughter!”  

“Cheong?”  

Ara was right. My confident request to see his daughter was also influenced by Cheong’s presence. If my crops couldn’t heal her, maybe Cheong’s abilities could. If that’s still too hard, then we could move on to raiding the Seven Deadly Sins.  

“Phew.”  

Kyler’s deeply troubled expression was visible. After a moment of thought, he seemed to have made up his mind.  

“I still can’t trust Mr. Kyu-seong.”  

“I see.” It was regrettable, but understandable. If he even hides his identity from his daughter, there’s nothing more to say. If his daughter were to be taken hostage, it would be fatal for Kyler.  

“But let me tell you this.”  

“Yes?”  

“Just give me a little time, and I will tell you. Of course, I realize that even making such a request from my position is preposterous.”  

Kyler, having chosen his words carefully, spoke with a resolved look in his eyes.  

“If you save my daughter, I will do anything for Mr. Kyu-seong. I beg you.”  

Kyler’s words suddenly unfolded. It was like he was throwing a gambit. Almost like a blank check, but I also said,  

“The risk you’ve taken to come here already shows me Kyler’s sincerity. If you decide, entrust your daughter to me.”  

Then I too must be completely sincere.  

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Round 248

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Floating slimes bobbed up and down.

Some of them, despite having no eyes, were wearing goggles.

“Who would have thought our bath times would overlap like this? It must be fate, Great Lord!”  

Frey exclaimed excitedly.

Around her, tiny fairies gathered in a flurry.

-(‘ & ©`)  

-(^^)

Cheong, who had only seen Frey so far, shrank back at the sight of the noisy fairies.  

He quickly hid behind Ara, peeking out cautiously.  

“Hello, everyone. You’ve come to bathe too, huh?”  

“Cheong is here too! Hello, Cheong!”  

“H-Hello….”  

Cheong greeted them shyly, his timid demeanor evident.  

Ara patted him gently.  

“Cheong is just feeling a little shy.”  

“Too cute!”  

Frey fluttered over and perched on Cheong’s head, making his eyes widen in surprise.  

“Wow, Sister Frey is on my head!”  

Cheong seemed slightly more at ease now.  

In the meantime, Seon-ah and I quickly washed up.  

“Shall we head in now?”  

“Ooh! Sounds good!”  

By then, Kkumuris and the slimes were already enjoying the hot springs.  

The fairies showed interest in Cheong, who they were meeting for the first time, but seemed to respect his shyness and didn’t approach him.  

“Big brother, there are so many sisters.”  

Cheong watched the others entering the spring, unsure of what to do, and turned to Ara and me for guidance.  

“Ara, how about you show Cheong how it’s done?”  

“Sure!”  

Ara carefully studied Cheong, then stepped into the water slowly, as if to demonstrate.  

While Ara was naturally resistant to extreme temperatures, she took her time for Cheong’s sake.  

“Ahhh, this feels nice.”  

Cheong, curiosity lighting up his face, followed Ara’s example and dipped a toe into the water.  

“It’s hot!”  

Startled, he quickly pulled his foot back.  

But when Seon-ah and I also entered the water, leaving Cheong behind, he started pacing nervously.  

“It’s okay! It’s warm!”  

Encouraged by Frey’s words, Cheong squeezed his eyes shut and stepped into the water.  

“Wow, Cheong, you’re so brave!”  

“Good job!”  

Our praise gave him the final push, and he managed to fully immerse himself in the spring.  

Soon enough, he relaxed, a content expression spreading across his face.  

“It’s warm. It feels nice.”  

“See? It’s good!”  

The kids soon started splashing around, teaming up with the slimes for some water play.  

Since this section of the spring was relatively lukewarm, they adapted quickly.  

Splash! Splash!  

Meanwhile, Seon-ah was off to the side, filming with a waterproof camera.  

Her serious expression made it look like she was shooting a documentary.  

“I’ll go warm up a bit over there.”  

A recovery soak was much needed.  

This spot had a higher temperature than the initial pool, enveloping my body in soothing warmth that felt like it was melting my bones.  

“Ahhh.”  

Here, too, slimes, Kkumuris, and fairies were enjoying the spring, but unlike the others, they wore expressions reminiscent of middle-aged men completely at ease.  

“Nice. This is great.”  

-(,,~ ~~)  

They all looked like they were melting.  

For a while, I enjoyed the hot spring, temporarily free from the duties of child-rearing.  

Then, I heard the light pitter-patter of footsteps rushing toward me.  

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! I’m joining this one!”  

“Oh, sure.”  

“Cheong’s here too!”  

Cheong approached hesitantly.  

Ara called out to him.  

“Come on in!”  

“I’m nervous.”  

He seemed uneasy about moving to a new section of the spring.  

Ara waited patiently beside him until, after a moment of hesitation, Cheong squeezed his eyes shut and entered the spring beside me.  

Splash!  

After a brief moment of adjustment, his expression gradually softened.  

His cute reaction made me pat his head gently.  

“How is it? Feels good, right?”  

“It’s warm…”  

Ara, who had been watching Cheong, joined him in the spring.  

She leaned her arms back like an old man, thoroughly enjoying the hot spring.  

“Ahh, this is refreshing.”  

“Refreshing? But it’s warm!”  

“Adults call this kind of thing refreshing. I’m an adult.”  

“You’re an adult, Sis!”  

Cheong looked at Ara with sparkling eyes.  

Puffing her chest out proudly, Ara responded,  

“If Cheong works hard, you can become an adult too!”  

“I’ll work hard! I’ll be an adult!”  

How adorable.  

Their conversation was both amusing and heartwarming, making it even more enjoyable to relax in the hot spring.  

Just then, I noticed Bokkeum.  

True to his quiet nature, Bokkeum seemed to be enjoying the spring just as much.  

“Bokkeum, do you have the juice stored somewhere?”  

Bokke.  

Understanding immediately, Bokkeum brought out some juice.  

It was stored in a massive container that looked like a giant barrel.  

Since I always carried cups, I distributed juice to the kids nearby.  

“Juice is self-service.”  

The fairies posed a small dilemma.  

The cups were far too large for their tiny hands.  

While I was pondering what to do, the fairies tore off pieces of the leaves they were wearing and fashioned their own little cups.  

-(^0^)  

 (-~.)-  

Their ingenuity was too adorable.  

Looking satisfied with their makeshift cups, they each took their share of juice.  

Thanks to that, we were able to enjoy refreshing juice in the warm spring.  

“Ahhh.”  

“Ahhh! So refreshing!”  

“It’s delicious!”  

Bokkeum truly was the best slime I’d ever seen.  

Somehow, he could keep things perfectly chilled.  

Bokke.  

Even Bokkeum guzzled down the juice happily and then brought out another container.  

The first one had been Layla juice, and now—strawberry juice!  

With this impromptu juice party underway, the commotion drew Frey and Seon-ah, who arrived looking miffed.  

“Hey, share with us too!”  

“We have mouths, you know!”  

In the end, all the kids in the hot spring gathered around me for the juice party.  

It was a delightful end to a fun day.  

***

Perhaps thanks to the relaxing hot spring, I woke up early the next morning, feeling completely refreshed despite going to bed later than usual.  

“Ahhh!”  

My noise woke up Ara and Cheong, who groggily opened their eyes.  

“Awake!”  

“Good morning!”  

Though they still looked sleepy, they quickly got up when I told them they could sleep a little longer.  

“Let’s wash up!”  

“Wash up time!”  

The two of them walked hand-in-hand toward the stream, chatting as they went.  

Their small, round figures were irresistibly cute.  

I decided to join them for a morning wash, which left me feeling refreshed and ready to start the day.  

“Today’s mission is to plant apple trees!”  

“Yay!”  

“That’s amazing!”  

We had three varieties of saplings: Hongok (deep red like rubies), Busa (the standard apple we all know), and Gamhong (highly sweet but challenging to grow).  

In total, we had 60 saplings.  

Deciding how to plant them was the key.  

“First, let’s create a proper orchard.”  

While I had considered planting them as part of the village’s landscaping, I decided to focus on setting up a separate orchard first.  

If it succeeded, I could then plant fruit trees as part of the landscape.  

Fortunately, I had asked the slimes the day before to prepare the land for planting, and they had done a perfect job.  

Now, Ara and I just needed to turn it into a proper field.  

“Phew! Time to get moving again!”  

“Let’s do it!”  

As Ara and I rolled up our sleeves, Cheong glanced around nervously, unsure of what was happening.  

“Cheong, cheer us on! Your cheers will give us the energy to work hard.”  

“Okay! I’ll cheer for you!”  

Cheong clenched his fists with a determined look and nodded enthusiastically.  

Meanwhile, Ara grabbed her mysterious hoe, and I took a standard one as we stepped onto the land the slimes had prepared.  

Nearby, Gwaa stood like a mystical guardian watching over the apple orchard.  

‘Did I introduce Cheong to Gwaa?’  

Maybe Seon-ah did yesterday.  

Seeing how calm Cheong was around Gwaa, it seemed plausible.  

Gwaa, still deep in slumber, was left undisturbed as we got to work plowing the field.  

Our goal was to level the land and create planting spots for the saplings.  

With only 60 trees to plant, it wouldn’t take long.  

“How about we make this a race to see who finishes first—”  

Wham!  

“F-foul play!”  

Ara had already started working at lightning speed.  

Her straw hat stayed firmly on her head despite her intense movements.  

“Whoa!”  

“Amazing, noona!”  

Cheong’s determined look melted into pure admiration.  

Feeling that Ara might take over all the work, I hurried to start my task.  

‘No, wait. Let’s divide the work.’  

I decided Ara would level the ground, and I would dig the holes for the saplings.  

Adjusting my plan, I began digging.  

The slimes, waiting nearby, hopped into each hole to moisten the soil before hopping back out.  

“Wow!”  

“It’s done!”  

By the time I finished preparing the holes, Ara had leveled all the ground for the 60 saplings.  

She even crushed a few massive rocks along the way.  

She was like a living bulldozer.  

“Great job!”  

“Did I win?”  

“Yeah, Ara won. As a reward, I’ll make sweet potato fries for you later.”  

“Fries!”  

Ara’s face lit up with delight.  

Noticing I was still digging spots for the saplings, she eagerly helped out.  

Cheong crouched nearby, using his pestilence ability to do something.  

It looked like he was cultivating beneficial microorganisms and bacteria for the apple trees.  

Thanks to being a slime, he instinctively knew which organisms suited plants.  

If he weren’t a slime, such a skill would have been much harder to utilize.  

“Alright, shall we start planting?”  

We divided the 60 saplings into three rows of 20, grouping them by variety.  

By the time we finished, Seon-ah had woken up and started filming.  

“You should’ve woken me up. All this footage, gone…”  

She must have wanted to capture the kids planting saplings in their adorable way.  

But it was too late to redo everything.  

“Done!”  

“All done!”  

With the last sapling in place, the orchard looked quite decent, even though it was relatively small with only 60 trees.  

“When will they grow big and bear fruit?”  

“Hmm, it might take a little while.”  

Ara tilted her head, holding up all ten fingers as if trying to calculate.  

Cheong mimicked her, also holding up ten fingers with a pondering look.  

Their cute gestures made me pinch their cheeks affectionately.  

“Alright, let’s get ready to head out now!”  

Today was the day I’d finally check the list of American items and meet Kyler.  

I needed to find out what Kyler wanted from me and how much he knew about the Seven Deadly Sins.  

“You’re going out again?”  

Cheong looked up at me with a sorrowful expression.  

Ara, standing beside him, patted his head gently.  

“We’ll bring you back some chocolate!”  

“Chocolate?”  

“Something delicious! Kyu-seong Kyu-seong , we’re bringing Cheong chocolate!”  

“Huh? Oh, yeah, of course. I’ll get lots of yummy stuff for you. Just wait a bit, okay, Cheong?”  

Ah, my dear Cheong.  

Despite trying to be brave, his tears started to well up again.  

Wiping them away, he mustered up his courage.  

“I’m sad… but, ah, have a safe trip!”  

He quickly corrected himself, trying to sound cheerful.  

After today, I’ll make sure to spend more time with Cheong.  

…Or maybe I could just take him with me?  

‘Once he’s a bit more comfortable, I’ll take him outside.’  

With his humanoid form, he wouldn’t stand out much, just like Ara.  

But I should still consult the guild about this.  

‘Wait, Cheong’s ability is pestilence. Outside, he might actually be more dangerous than Ara.’  

…Oh well, I’ll figure it out.  

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