Round 192

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After taking a short nap for about an hour, I woke up to a luxurious meal. It was evident that Gaston was being considerate of me, and it wasn’t a bad feeling at all. 

“Mmm~! That was delicious,” Ara said, patting her belly with a satisfied expression. I couldn’t forget the look on Gaston’s face and the people here as they watched Ara eat endlessly.

After returning to our room, we quietly rested while calculating the remaining time. A little while later…

“Is it time?”

I peeked outside. The sky was already pitch black. It was only 9 PM, but unlike Korea, it was incredibly dark here. Ara followed me outside, tiptoeing as she walked carefully.

‘I think it’s time.’

Despite us stepping outside, no one paid attention to us. There weren’t as many people compared to the morning, but that was expected. Confirming that Mammon’s perception-distorting poison was working properly, I returned to the room and thought about our next steps.

‘I can only use the “Master of Gluttony” once a day. I should save it for now, just in case.’

I debated bringing Purr for concealment and heading straight into the Dungeon of Wrath, but I decided against it for now. I should save it, just in case something happens inside.

“Ara, follow the plan.”

“Okay.”

Ara nodded with a serious expression and headed to the bathroom attached to the lodging. Using her immense strength, she ripped off the door.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, apologizing for the damage caused, and took the door with her. Carrying that around would surely attract attention, but Mammon’s poison was still in effect. Only Ara and I, who had taken the antidote, were unaffected.

“Let’s go.”

“Alright.”

Ara carried the door on her head, and we stepped outside the lodging once again. Even though she was holding a door, people still didn’t notice us, which confirmed that Mammon’s poison was working perfectly.

‘This is incredible.’

Experiencing it firsthand made Mammon’s abilities feel even more impressive. The poisoned individuals couldn’t perceive those who had taken the antidote, and those who took the antidote didn’t get affected by the poison. Both the poison and antidote were Mammon’s creations.

If we spoke to them, they would be able to notice us, but until then, we were just part of the scenery, according to Mammon’s explanation.

“The entrance looks a bit intense.”

We arrived at the entrance to the Dungeon of Wrath, carrying the door. The area was filled with all sorts of high-tech devices, and quite a few people were moving about. However, there was no one guarding the place, which was easy to understand.

‘There’s no need to guard this place since only people who have passed through the barbed wire and breached the wall could get here.’

Reaching this point was already incredibly difficult, so there was no reason to suspect those who made it this far. Additionally, the Dungeon of Wrath was a ninth-tier dungeon. Thanks to the earlier process, there were no large groups entering, and going in alone was practically suicidal.

In other words, the lack of security meant it would be easy for us to enter.

“Sneaky-sneaky, it is.”

Ara spoke, her excitement barely contained. It seemed like this situation felt like a game to her.

“Alright, let’s sneak in.”

“Got it.”

We quietly conversed as we approached the Dungeon of Wrath. Even then, no one noticed us. We finally got within arm’s reach of the entrance and took a deep breath before attempting to enter. I held Ara’s hand tightly.

Buzz–.

***

“Hmm?”

Researcher A suddenly turned towards the Dungeon of Wrath, as if he had heard a noise. However, there was nothing there, and the dungeon looked as it always did.

“Was it just my imagination?”

“What’s wrong?”

“I thought I heard a sound.”

“What? Where? From the dungeon?”

“Yeah, but I guess it was nothing.”

At Researcher A’s words, his colleague looked at him with concern.

“Aren’t you overworking yourself lately? Maybe you should take a break.”

“No way. We’re so close to cracking this. We might become the first to conquer the Seven Deadly Sins dungeons. I can’t rest now.”

“That might be true, but taking a short break won’t ruin your progress. Besides, we’ve already significantly improved the success rate.”

Researcher A nodded at his colleague’s advice. At that moment, he felt like he was on the verge of remembering something.

What was it? There was definitely something that had dramatically increased their chances of success…

“Ah, the items.”

“That’s right, the items. We just got them delivered.”

“Exactly. And I’m currently testing their efficiency and effects.”

But why did he suddenly struggle to recall that? Researcher A began to wonder if he was truly that exhausted.

‘Maybe I should rest for just an hour.’

He figured he should take a short break before getting back to work. After three nights of all-nighters, his head felt foggy.

“I’m exhausted too. My brain isn’t functioning well.”

“Yeah, let’s take this chance to rest. I’ll nap for just an hour.”

“Alright.”

After informing the others that they were going to rest, the researcher and his colleague headed to their lodging.

Lodging?

Something else popped into his mind when he thought about the lodging, but his head felt too fuzzy to grasp it. Maybe he was really just too tired. With that thought, the researcher laid down for a short nap.

But this phenomenon wasn’t only happening to him.

“What? You’re coming here? In person?”

Director Gaston was surprised by the sudden news and repeated the message. After receiving confirmation from the other side, he nodded at the unseen person on the line.

“Understood. We’ll be ready for your arrival.”

Upon hearing that Michael was flying in on his private jet, Director Gaston became busy. Why was he coming at this late hour, though?

‘He said he’s coming to see Lee Kyu-seong.’

But…

Who is Lee Kyu-seong?

Is he one of the staff here?

There were a few Asian researchers and staff working at the facility, so he figured Lee Kyu-seong must be one of them. But he couldn’t understand why Michael was coming all this way just to see him.

“Check if we have a staff member or researcher named Lee Kyu-seong! Michael said he’s coming!”

Upon Director Gaston’s orders, his subordinates started scanning through the staff list.

However, ironically, there was no one by the name of Lee Kyu-seong on any of the rosters.

“What? Did he get the name wrong?”

It was possible. Michael wasn’t exactly known for remembering names well.

In the end, Director Gaston had no choice but to contact Michael’s secretary once again.

***

Our perspective shifted as we successfully entered the dungeon.

And the sight that greeted us…

Woosh!

Crackle!

“What in the world is this…?”

It was a volcanic, no—lava field.

I thought it perfectly suited the name “Dungeon of Wrath” as I pulled out the full armor of the Phoenix King from my bag.

I had already gotten permission from Ara for this.

Quickly, I donned the full-body armor.

‘So warm…’

Normally, the intense heat would have had me writhing in pain, but the Phoenix King’s full armor automatically regulated my body temperature.

Ara?

Ara was unstoppable.

“Hmm, I wonder how big it is.”

“I’ll find the way, Lee Kyu-seong!”

“Alright. Let’s trust Ara’s instincts this time. Hand me the door.”

Ara handed the door to me and, with a glimmer in her eyes, took the lead. When I say her eyes were gleaming, I don’t mean it figuratively; they were actually glowing with a strange light. It seemed like Ara was using some kind of ability—probably something like clairvoyance or heightened senses.

Thud, thud, thud! 

I walked behind Ara for about ten minutes when she suddenly picked up her pace. Following closely, maintaining a bit of tension, we eventually came across some signs of something.

“What is this?”

“….”

Finally, we arrived at a location. There were traces of something partially eaten and large footprints imprinted in the ground. 

But something felt off. 

Didn’t they say Wrath was supposed to be like a game?

“It’s huge!”

“Indeed.”

The size of the footprints was enormous. The traces of something being eaten weren’t from a small creature, but something massive had left behind these crumbs. It looked like the remains of a monster’s egg, and the size of the egg was unsettling.

‘There’s more than one type of monster here.’

It was obvious, but I had been so focused on Wrath that I hadn’t even considered the possibility of a monster this big. After all, based on what I’d seen with Mammon and Ara, only they were powerful, while their subordinates were just ordinary lower-level monsters.

“Of course, it’s no ordinary dungeon of the Seven Deadly Sins.”

I had never been to the Dungeon of Greed, but Mammon had told me stories about it. He had used his powers to pacify all monsters except for the goblins. That, in turn, ruined the ecosystem, he had said with a laugh.

‘This could be dangerous.’

I thought about using the return stone immediately or perhaps using the door to summon the Master of Gluttony as I followed Ara.

Bubble, bubble.

Just then, a strange noise came from the lava river beside us. The bright red lava flowed in a steady stream, and soon, something began to emerge from it.

“Huh?!”

Startled, I looked at the figure that poked its head out. It was a massive monster with the appearance of a crocodile.

“We’re just passing through. Mess with us, and you’ll regret it!” 

Ara warned the giant crocodile that had shown its face. The sight was almost laughable, but knowing Ara’s strength, I silently cheered her on.

Bubble, bubble.

Apparently, the crocodile thought the same as me. It seemed to think, “Who is this tiny thing daring to warn me?” as it began to emerge fully from the lava.

“Oh no…”

Even when it was still half-submerged, its head looked massive, but as it came out completely, the size became even more daunting. It had to be over 10 meters long, though it might have been even larger than that—hard to tell by just eyeballing it.

Snap! 

The giant crocodile opened its jaws wide and then snapped them shut, sending waves of searing heat towards us.

“A disobedient crocodile gets a smack!”

Ara rolled up her sleeves and started walking towards it.

“A-Ara!”

I knew how strong Ara was, but visually, it looked like she was about to get swallowed in one bite. Instinctively, I reached out to stop her.

But Ara was faster.

Swish!

In the blink of an eye, Ara disappeared from sight, almost like she had teleported. Before I knew it, she was standing on the crocodile’s snout, her fist clenched tightly.

And just as she promised, she flicked its forehead

—flick!

-Kuugh! Kuugh! Kuugh!

The crocodile, caught off guard by Ara’s sudden appearance and the flick to its forehead, let out a strange cry and staggered back. In a panic, it hurriedly retreated back into the lava.

“Wow.”

As expected, Ara was unbeatable. Without even needing to use her breath weapon, she had overpowered the massive monster with just her raw physical strength.

“You’re amazing, Ara!”

“Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!”

It had been a while since I last checked, but she must have surpassed even fifth-tier physical awakeners by now. Thanks to her continuously growing stronger from eating my crops, she had become much more powerful. The ability of Gluttony had no limits, and Ara’s monstrous strength was proof of that.

Once again, I was reminded how well Ara’s endless growth and my farming worked together. If I had met Ara but hadn’t taken up farming—if I had chosen a different path, like dungeon hunting as a normal awakener—things wouldn’t have turned out like this.

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong! Let’s go find Ras!”

“Oh, right! Thanks to you, Ara, I feel much more at ease!”

With Ara’s brilliant display of strength just now, my worries eased. We had about an hour and a half left, so let’s make the most of it and see if we can track down Ras!

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A chilling silence filled the hut, built in the traditional style of the tribal alliance. Rumor had it they would soon leave the Empire and return to the Great Plains, yet right before their departure, a horrifying message had been delivered, leaving everyone unsettled. Even Aiden was drenched in a cold sweat amidst the terrifying silence… 

“…That damned man.” 

The first thought that came to mind was resentment toward Meyer, the one who put him in this position. Claiming that they could only enter the mental world if they slept holding hands, Meyer was the one who pushed him into this situation. 

“If you just wanted me to meet the spirit, you didn’t have to go this far.” 

If Rania hadn’t spoken in a weary voice, Aiden might have continued ruminating on his resentment. 

“Pardon?” 

When Aiden questioned her, Rania, biting down on her smoking pipe, pointed to the bracelet on his wrist. 

“There’s a spirit in there, right? You meet it every night in the mental world, don’t you?” 

She was so precise that he couldn’t find a response. As he blinked in a daze, Rania chuckled softly, tapping the eye on the side where she wasn’t wearing an eye patch. 

“I am a shaman, after all. Seeing spirits is only natural.” 

Of course, that made sense. 

Thinking back, it was her ability that had allowed her to find Meyer and bring him along in the first place. As Aiden nodded in agreement, Rania packed her tobacco pouch into her pipe and continued speaking. 

“Hand it over. Let’s see what brings you here, at least.” 

Having no reason to refuse, Aiden handed over the bracelet. Rania, upon receiving it, frowned as she looked within. 

“…This is the Knight of Dawn, isn’t it?” 

“Isn’t it?” 

“You’re dealing with someone remarkable.” 

“…Am I?” 

“Yes. This person exists in a realm you would never normally cross paths with in your lifetime.” 

Strangely, he didn’t feel insulted. Her tone made it sound like she was merely stating the obvious. In truth, though their time together was short, he felt this way about her overall demeanor. Iron and stone — her words and actions carried neither embellishment nor fluctuation. She simply spoke facts, never intending to belittle others. 

“To be honest, it’s a foolish thing to worry about.” 

This matter-of-fact feeling must have been why her words didn’t anger him, even as she calmly added that. 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“Your abilities aren’t the type that can help someone grow stronger.” 

“…?” 

“How much do you know about the Heavenly Pantheon?” 

Her cryptic words left Aiden tilting his head in confusion, only for her to suddenly ask that question. 

“I’m not really interested in theology. All I know is that it’s where the gods reside…?” 

“More precisely, it’s where the ‘known’ gods reside.” 

“…Pardon?” 

Aiden questioned the ominous undertone in her words, and Rania continued her explanation in a composed manner.

“The power of a god is determined by the number and influence of their followers. Only those whose ‘divinity’ has been proven are granted entry into the pantheon. It’s a symbiotic relationship; just as worshippers need the god, the god also needs their followers.”

The oaths of devotion, consecrations of spirit, and sacred vows offered by followers are all proofs of this symbiotic relationship. Followers dedicate virtues to their god, and in return, the god bestows their power upon them. However—

“There are quite a few gods. There is a divine entity for every supernatural power that has existed throughout the continent’s long history.”

In other words—

“Not every god can prove their worth.”

Naturally, there are gods who exist outside the pantheon—forgotten gods, those dwelling in the shadows of the heavens. Some have faded due to a lack of influence over their followers, while others have been cast out of the pantheon for slightly different reasons.

“There is a certain category of these heavenly outcasts that is the most dangerous.”

“…What is that?” Aiden asked.

“Those divine beings ‘sealed’ by other gods.”

Foreign entities, or “Outer Gods,” as they are called. Thick smoke rose from her pipe.

“…Sealed, you say?”

“Those whose names and powers have been forcibly stripped from them by their followers. Despite being worthy of staying in the pantheon, they are banished outside of it.”

“How does that happen?”

“When a god poses a threat to the very existence of the pantheon. The god worshiped by the ancient demonic tribes is a prime example.”

Rania chuckled as she explained.

The god Vorneel, worshiped by demons, was a god of devouring, a mad god who sought to grow his power by consuming even his own kin. His greed and insatiable hunger were boundless, and it was said that if left unchecked, he would bring ruin to the entire pantheon. 

As a representative of sealed gods, this myth speaks volumes.

“Do you know why I’m telling you this now?” 

Aiden silently looked at Rania. It was becoming obvious how the story would unfold.

“The thing attached to you is one of those. It’s not a ‘normal’ god that shares a symbiotic relationship with its followers…”

“A god that exists alone, a god that chooses its followers rather than being chosen by them.”

It’s a mysterious, alien presence—something almost too otherworldly to be called a god.

At this point, the reason why Rania once said he had something ‘terrible’ attached to him became abundantly clear.

“The thing that clings to you is an Outer God. Its purpose, abilities, and origin are all unknown.”

“That’s probably why gods seem to grant you power so freely. We still don’t know why it does so, though.” 

As Aiden stared at her, speechless, Rania shrugged her shoulders in response.

“Well, don’t get too down.”

For someone who just revealed such mind-boggling information, her closing words were remarkably simple.

“Even if it’s an Outer God, whose true name and dominion are unknown, that doesn’t necessarily make it bad. At this stage, we simply don’t know anything.”

“…Is that so?” Aiden replied calmly.

While her words were meant to reassure, he honestly didn’t feel too troubled by it. 

“To be honest… it’s just too overwhelming to fully grasp right now.”

Naturally, he had questions.

“…By the way, Shaman,” he said.

“Yes?”

“Why would such a terrifying being choose me?”

That was his biggest question. What reason would such an extraordinary existence have for noticing an ordinary human like him? Rania paused in silence before letting out a small laugh.

“Because it likes you.”

“…Pardon?”

“That’s what I feel. At the very least, it doesn’t seem to want to harm you.”

“For whatever reason, it seems to like you quite a lot.”

Far from easing his questions, it only deepened his confusion.

“Anyway, back to our original topic.” Rania propped her chin on the table as she continued.

“Given the origin of your power, strengthening it isn’t possible. No one, not even I, could help with that.”

“…Is that so?”  

“Yes. So if you want a powerful attack method quickly, it might be better to focus on finding top-quality ‘materials.’”  

“Materials?”  

“I’m talking about the kind of raw material the Knight of Dawn could offer for whatever it is you want.”  

“Even if we don’t know the specific domain of the Outer God attached to you, wouldn’t it be better to take advantage of it?”

…In essence, she was advising him to stick to the basics. 

‘So she’s telling me to build rapport to get a skill-copying permit, huh?’ 

Aiden smirked to himself. After all, that was the only clear ability he had. While it felt like he was going back to square one, learning the true origin of his power was still a significant gain.

Because…  

‘If this Outer God is that grandiose… does that mean I could swipe skill copies from anyone, no matter who they are? If I can increase their favorability, there’s no limit.’

It felt like he’d been handed permission to go after anyone he wanted, without restrictions. Though the thought left a peculiar taste in his mind, he decided to focus on what was urgent. 

Let’s see, first…  

“Are there any particularly powerful holy figures around?”

“Powerful?” 

“I mean, someone with a supreme mastery of holy power that I could somehow approach.”

Considering his target was a spirit, holy abilities would be the top priority. Katia was around, but he’d already exhausted all of her skill-copying potential long ago. Trying to raise her favorability further didn’t seem feasible at the moment, so it was time to find someone new.

Rania, listening quietly, exhaled a puff of smoke before speaking. “I hear some people from the Holy Kingdom are coming.”

“Pardon?” 

“The delegation, I mean. Isn’t it related to you?” 

—Oh.

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. He’d heard about this before. The delegation was supposedly being sent to investigate his use of holy power, something only royalty should wield.

‘People I have some dues to settle with,’ he thought. His memories involving them were mostly unpleasant, so…

…he wouldn’t feel much guilt no matter what he did. 

“You have a scheming look on your face.”  

When Rania laughed and commented, Aiden couldn’t help but chuckle along. 

“Thank you for the help, Shaman.”  

“Call me Rania. No need for thanks; just consider this a preemptive debt.”  

“Pardon?”  

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other a lot.”

She waved her hand lazily with a relaxed smile.  

“Until next time, Aiden Kellermain. Let’s have those Eastern noodles you like next time.”  

She was an intriguing person. Though a shaman, she gave off an almost eerie aura, one that felt mystical beyond measure.

As they exchanged goodbyes and parted ways, Aiden kept mulling over his impressions. She didn’t seem like a bad person, considering she’d suggested they go out for noodles… but—

‘Wait.’ 

Had he ever shared his food preferences with her? 

A shiver ran down his spine as he left the hut. 

***

The Kellermain household’s dinners were always simple and modest.

In the small house shared by only Kenneth Kellermain and his daughter Sisella Kellermain, it was rare for anything eventful to happen.

“Dad, I’m home—”

Sisella pushed open the door with her tiny hand. Even though it was always late when she returned from school, tonight the house was eerily silent, almost chilling. She pouted and trudged inside.

Kenneth always worked late, so there was no helping the loneliness that sometimes filled the house.

…Her brother used to greet her.

Though he had a busy job himself, her brother was always waiting for her after school. She missed him dearly.

It was hard not seeing his face for so long. Her dad said her brother had gone away on urgent business, but surely he could have at least said goodbye.

Sighing, Sisella set down her bag and walked slowly toward the kitchen, planning to make herself something to eat. But as soon as she turned on the kitchen light, she was met with an unexpected sight.

“…Ah, are you Aiden’s sister?”

A woman stood there, asking the question, while in front of her, Kenneth lay unconscious on the floor. The woman was holding him up with both hands—

Sisella’s eyes widened in alarm.

“W-What did you do to my dad?!”

“…I understand this might look odd, but I’m just helping him after he suddenly collapsed~”

“We haven’t done anything wrong! Get away from my dad!”

“I didn’t do anything; he just fainted as soon as he heard my name…”

“Get away from my dad, I said!”

…This wasn’t going as planned.

Noel thought in dazed confusion as she took in the situation.

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Round 191

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I got a plane ticket to Austria.

The flight is this evening.

I’ve already told my family I’d be away for a little while.

“Good. Are you all set?”

“Yeah!”

While I’m in Austria, Seon-ah decided to stay at our family’s house for a bit.

Of course, I told her I’d be exploring a new dungeon and studying plants during my trip.

“Let’s go.”

The flight to Austria took over 12 hours.

Even though it was a direct flight, it was a long journey.

So, I booked first-class seats, and while receiving various services with Ara, we finally arrived.

“We’ve arrived!”

“Shall we get going?”

I wanted to enjoy sightseeing since I was already here, but wasting time didn’t seem like a good idea.

I took Ara with me and headed straight to where the Dungeon of Wrath was, without stopping.

I wasn’t stingy with spending money, as I’d saved plenty.

“Wow.”

Ara admired the scenery throughout the journey.

It was clear the sights and culture were very different from Korea.

“Next time, let’s come here with the family and have more time to enjoy.”

“Sure.”

We only took in the scenery for a moment.

Soon after, the landscape outside turned into a stretch of roads and nature, with nothing else in sight.

At first, the view was breathtaking, but after 30 minutes, it started to get a little monotonous.

Having seen more impressive landscapes in dungeons, it didn’t make much of an impression.

Still, the slightly different vibe made it feel fresh.

After about an hour’s ride by taxi, we finally arrived at our destination.

“Ahhh!”

As Ara stretched after getting out of the taxi, I too stretched my stiff body.

“Well, we’ve arrived but…”

According to the research I’d done beforehand, this was a village, and the entrance to the dungeon was further down, requiring a walk.

We could use transportation up to the village, but after that, it was restricted.

Holding hands with Ara, we walked down and soon spotted a wide fence and people guarding it.

They noticed us and approached with curious looks.

“Wer bist du?”

“Who are you!”

I quickly pulled out the translation app I had used in the taxi and showed them my pass.

“I’m Lee Kyu-seong from Korea. I’ve brought a pass for the Dungeon of Wrath.”

The guards, startled by the pass and the app, looked at us with surprise, and then told us to wait as they made a call.

It was understandable they were surprised.

Even the European Union probably didn’t expect me to actually visit the Dungeon of Wrath.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, the guards, still looking bewildered, let us in.

They emphasized the word ‘for now,’ hinting that the path to the dungeon gate wouldn’t be smooth.

‘As expected.’

I had a plan.

The plan, however, could raise ethical issues, but it was their fault for issuing the pass and not letting us in smoothly.

As long as they let us in, I wouldn’t have to resort to that plan.

As we moved further in, a massive wall, invisible from the outside, appeared before us.

“Wow.”  

Ara once again marveled, staring blankly up at the massive wall.  

“Ist das deine Tochter?”  

“I am the daughter of Lee Kyu-seong!”  

Did they just ask if she’s my daughter?  

Well, from their perspective, I probably seem like a crazy person bringing a child to such a dangerous place.  

I shrugged it off with some vague gestures and entered.  

Soon, inside the wall, we saw a middle-aged man who seemed to be in charge.  

“Welcome, Mr. Lee.”  

“Hi. How are you?”  

When he extended his hand for a handshake, Ara quickly grabbed it and shook it.  

“Hello!”  

“Hahaha.”  

The man, who had just shaken hands with Ara, smiled lightly and introduced himself.  

“I’m Gaston, the person in charge here. Nice to meet you.”  

(I’m Gaston, the person in charge here. Nice to meet you.)  

The translation app is a lifesaver.  

Gaston seemed to be speaking English for my sake, but to me, whether it was German or English didn’t make much difference.  

“Nice to meet you too.”  

After exchanging simple greetings, it seemed like Gaston knew a little about me.  

He mentioned that the items I had delivered had arrived recently and offered to show me the warehouse.  

“Oh, they’ve arrived safely.”  

Seeing my crops here filled me with joy.  

Compared to storing them in the dungeon with slime fluid, they were well-maintained in this state-of-the-art facility.  

“There’s a lot of crops grown by Lee Kyu-seong.”  

“Yeah, thanks to giving them some of it, we were able to come here.”  

However, from the look in Gaston’s eyes, it didn’t seem like he was planning to guide us to the dungeon.  

Had he already finished communicating with his superiors?  

Maybe someone from the Union would be sent over here soon to try to persuade me to leave.  

But I didn’t show any of that and followed Gaston around, enjoying the tour.  

Eventually, we even got to see the entrance to the Dungeon of Wrath.  

“Oh wow.”  

“It’s the Dungeon of Wrath.”  

The entrance looked quite different from the Dungeon of Greed.  

It really gave off a “Wrath” vibe with its sharp, spiky exterior.  

After viewing the entrance, we were guided to our accommodations.  

“You can stay here. How many days are you expecting?”  

(You can stay here. How long do you plan to stay?)  

“Hmm, one or two days?”  

“Oh, okay. That’s good.”  

Gaston’s face brightened, and he nodded.  

Then, he told us to rest and that he’d call us when it was time to eat before leaving.  

“Great, great.”  

We confirmed the location of the Dungeon of Wrath.  

And as planned, I scattered the poison during the tour.  

Mammon had told me the poison would activate in about 3 hours.  

‘The poison of cognitive disruption.’  

It was the same poison Mammon used when I first met him.  

It’s harmless to humans and works like a charm.  

The effect lasts about 2 hours.  

During those 2 hours, I planned to enter the dungeon and get out quickly.  

Of course, I didn’t know if I could convince the dungeon boss in that time, but since I said I’d be staying for one or two days, I had a few more chances.  

“Well then, let’s set an alarm and take a quick nap.”  

“Time to sleep.”  

This accommodation is quite nice.  

We decided to rest and recover from the fatigue of our flight while waiting for the poison to activate in three hours.  

***

“…………Say that again.”  

“Lee Kyu-seong has arrived at the base where the Dungeon of Wrath is located.”  

The sudden news left Michael speechless. 

And it came right in the middle of the fashion show he had been waiting for so long.  

“They didn’t let him enter, did they?”  

“No. It seems he didn’t even intend to enter in the first place. It felt more like he was on a sightseeing tour…”  

“And what about the other Union members?”  

“An Austrian Union team was dispatched in a hurry. They plan to make it look like they’re being accommodating while trying to guide him out.”  

“Hm, suspicious.”  

He came all the way to the Dungeon of Wrath?  

And without any notice?  

‘Of course, we did issue a pass, but they know how sensitive the Union is about the Dungeon of Wrath right now.’  

The fact that there was no official notice from the guild meant that Lee Kyu-seong probably acted on his own.  

“Take care of him as much as possible, but under no circumstances allow him to approach the Dungeon of Wrath.”  

“Understood.”  

“And contact the Korean side to see if they know anything about this. If they don’t, inform them that Lee Kyu-seong is here.”  

“I’ll get in touch right away.”  

“…Wait a minute.”  

As he was speaking, Michael suddenly realized this might be a good opportunity.  

After all, Lee Kyu-seong is their top recruitment target.  

Last time, things moved so quickly that he didn’t get a chance to properly talk to Lee Kyu-seong before they parted ways.  

“Don’t contact Korea.”  

“Pardon…?”  

“I’m heading out immediately. I need to meet Lee Kyu-seong.”  

Michael’s secretary was stunned by his impulsive decision.  

This was the Paris Fashion Show he had waited two years for.  

Although it wasn’t a one-day event, it was clear that if he flew to Austria to see Lee Kyu-seong now, he would miss most of the show.  

‘Is Lee Kyu-seong really that important?’  

Michael was a man who cared only about his own comfort.  

For him to give up one of his greatest pleasures to go see someone else was highly unusual.  

But the secretary’s hesitation didn’t last long.  

“I’ll prepare the private jet right away.”  

***  

Meanwhile, back in Korea, the employees of Ara Hongryeon, who had been indirectly guarding Kyu-seong and his family since the recent attack, received unexpected news.  

“Austria?”  

Kyu-seong’s sudden departure for Austria.  

But by the time they got the information, Kyu-seong had already arrived at the base.  

Although they provided indirect security, they respected his privacy as much as possible, which is why this situation had occurred.  

“Kyu-seong went to Austria… alone?”  

“Well, technically, he went with Ara.”  

Even Han Seok-jun, known for his keen insight, couldn’t quite figure out what Kyu-seong was thinking this time.  

Kyu-seong had never done anything so noticeable before, so this sudden behavior was surprising.  

“Should we follow him?”  

At Jeong So-yeon’s suggestion, Han Seok-jun fell into silent contemplation.  

But his pondering was soon interrupted by new information that had just come in.  

“Guild Master, the Deputy Guild Master just heard the news and immediately booked a flight to Austria.”  

“Sigh. Tell him to cancel the tickets. We’ll go together on the private jet.”  

“I’ll inform him right away!”  

As the short exchange between the employee and Han Seok-jun ended, Kang Hanul and Jeong So-yeon looked at each other with surprised expressions, then smiled warmly.  

“We have to take care of our own, don’t we, kid? Hahaha!”  

“I was going to go with the Deputy Guild Master anyway, even if you hadn’t said anything.”  

“Hahaha! Exactly!”  

As Han Seok-jun watched the two of them, he left a text on Lee Kyu-seong’s phone.  

Even though the phone was turned off and he couldn’t reach him, he sent the message just in case.  

– We’re also heading over on the private jet soon. If anything happens, contact us right away.  

‘I wonder what he’s planning.’  

A new crop? Or maybe because of a quest?  

The reason was unclear, but one thing was certain.  

If anyone laid a hand on Lee Kyu-seong, Ara Hongryeon, no, the top guilds in Korea wouldn’t stand idly by.

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Marquis Filboid momentarily felt as though he couldn’t breathe, overwhelmed by the chilling aura emanating from the beastman before him.  

But only for a moment.  

He quickly reached into his cloak, pulled out an artifact, and turned his body.  

However…  

“I…”  

Thud!  

In the next instant, Marquis Filboid realized his body had collapsed, and he wore a bewildered expression.  

As soon as he sensed the strange feeling coming from below, he lowered his gaze.  

Marquis Filboid could see it clearly.  

His legs were grotesquely twisted.  

“Aaaargh!!!”  

As soon as he confirmed the sight, an excruciating pain struck him, and he screamed in agony.  

“!?”  

“What’s going on here!”  

The mercenaries who had been outside the gambling hall rushed in as the door swung open.  

Zap!  

As the beastman released a surge of electricity and disappeared in an instant,  

“Ah, ahh~”  

The mercenaries, who had been charging into the gambling hall just moments ago, had already been reduced to mere lumps of flesh.  

And then…  

“Ah~ This is so annoying—I was trying to handle this quietly, but it’s become such a hassle.”  

The beastman, who had slaughtered all the nearby mercenaries in an instant, wiped the red blood splattered on her golden hair with a disgruntled expression as she looked at Marquis Filboid.  

Even though dozens of lives had been snuffed out in the blink of an eye, the beastman, as if it were a daily occurrence, wore an innocent expression.  

Marquis Filboid felt an instinctual fear rising within him and began to beg, his voice trembling.  

“P-please, spare me.”  

The beastman, who had been silently watching him, let out a hum and spoke.  

“Do you want to live?”  

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Marquis Filboid desperately clung to that lifeline.  

“P-please… I am a Marquis of the Kingdom of Asteria! If you spare me here, I promise you a substantial reward…!”  

A desperate struggle for survival.  

However, the beastman simply squatted in front of him with a curious expression and stared at his face before asking,  

“Then, why did you say that?”  

“W-what?”  

“If you wanted to live, why did you say that?”  

“. . . . . . ?”  

Marquis Filboid, his face full of confusion, couldn’t understand at all.  

“Why did you tell me to kill my Master…̱?”  

“…Ah.”  

At those words, he realized it.  

Who this golden-eyed beastman’s “Master” was.  

“Could it be… Count Palatio…!”  

“Yeah, Master—no, actually, my husband? We’re about to get married soon.”  

The beastman nodded with a smile, leaving Marquis Filboid dumbfounded.  

From his perspective, none of this made sense.  

That a beastman who had just brutally killed an agent stronger than a Master Knight was standing before him.  

That this beastman had a connection to Count Palatio.  

He couldn’t comprehend the depth of Count Palatio’s abyss.  

He could only deduce one thing from hearing about the relationship between the beastman and Count Palatio.  

“…Babayaga?”  

The beastman standing before him was none other than one of Colony’s Babayaga, the Golden Lightning.  

“Oh, how did you guess?”  

At the beastman’s reaction, Marquis Filboid’s mouth dropped open.  

Why was a Babayaga, who was supposed to be in Colony, here?

It was incomprehensible to him.  

However, without a care, the beastman casually said,  “What do you mean, why? It’s only natural.”  

She answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  

“I couldn’t just let those who try to harm my Master go unpunished, could I?”  

The beastman’s golden eyes were shining brilliantly.  

But they were filled with a deep, intense murderous intent like never before, and he could sense what was coming next.  

Thud!  

After the sound of something bursting, there were no further thoughts from the Marquis.  

And then.  

“This will never do. No, it won’t.”  

The beastman, who had blown off the Marquis’s head, wore an eerily cold expression and said,  

“No one, absolutely no one, can touch my Master.”  

With that, the beastman disappeared.  

***

The royal ball, which had been ongoing for a week, had come to an end.  

Crytenia Siyan had not shown herself after the third day, and Count Palatio had yet to receive the formal ceremony of succession from the Queen but was now being called the Marquis of Palatio in all but name.  

‘What could Siyan’s true intentions be?’  

For about a week, Alon had managed to endure the bombardment of ‘What’s next?’ from Count Zenonia and Duke Altia, buying himself time.  

He had tried to think about the reason behind her granting him a title, but he still couldn’t grasp her intentions.  

In truth, he would have liked to ask her directly, but that wasn’t possible from the beginning.  

So, even though he was pleased to have been elevated to the rank of Marquis, there was still a nagging sense of unease.  

Regardless, he had to leave the capital and start reviewing his upcoming plans.  

‘There’s quite a lot to do… First, I need to visit the ruins again to meet “that,” and I also have to go to Raxas to activate the ring… I’ve already drafted the strategy, so I’ll need to lay the groundwork for the agents, too. Oh, maybe I should visit the Colosseum while I’m at Colony.’  

He recalled that achieving a certain number of victories in the Colosseum event in Colony would grant him an audience with the Queen and the chance to acquire one of the relics stored in the royal treasure.  

With this thought in mind, Alon began to calmly organize his thoughts.  

A moment later, he set his priorities.  

‘Let’s start by laying the groundwork for the agents.’  

Although it was slightly more urgent to meet “that” at the forgotten ruins, it so happened that the place where he would spread the groundwork was on the way to Colony, so he decided on the order.  

A few days passed, and he soon reached the small territory of Atla, situated on the border between the plains and the desert, moving eastward.  

And then.  

“Count, or rather, should I call you Marquis now?”  

“That’s the tenth time you’ve said that. Call me whatever you prefer.”  

“Then I’ll stick with Count for now. But, Count, are we in the right place?”  

In response to Evan’s question, Alon glanced around.  

The surrounding landscape was quite curious.  

On one side, there was a forest, but on the other side was a desert that stretched endlessly into the horizon.  

As he quietly observed the contrasting scenery, Alon stood up.  

“Yes.”  

“Are we going to a labyrinth like the one we visited last time?”  

As he got out of the carriage, Alon replied to Evan’s question.  

“No. There’s somewhere I need to visit briefly. Wait here.”  

“Shouldn’t I come with you?”  

“No.”  

He then began to walk into the forest.  

How far had he walked?  

“There it is.”  

The entrance to a cave hidden by vines appeared within the forest.  

It seemed like a natural cave untouched by human hands.  

However, Alon knew that the cave before him was no mere natural formation, so he felt a little tense.  

And rightly so, because inside this cave lay the leader of the agents, whom he needed to deal with.  

The one infamous in early Psychedelia for being known as the “Spine Cutter,” a boss so notorious that it made players curse even after playing for some time—Al-Kamae.  

Moreover, according to the lore, he was strong enough to face off against at least five agents at the level of Master Knights.  

Given his strength, comparable to bosses encountered midway through the game, Alon let out a small sigh and then…  

He resolved himself.  

‘Let’s just stick to the plan.’  

With that thought in mind, he cleared his throat and spoke up,  

“By the first covenant, fulfill one promise.”  

A moment later.  

“?”  

“…?”  

Nothing happened.  

‘What’s going on…?’  

With a bewildered expression, Alon spoke once more to summon the leader of the agents hiding inside the cave.  

“By the first covenant, fulfill one promise.”  

But there was still no response.  

‘That’s strange…’  

After several attempts, Alon, confused by the absence of the expected response, finally began to walk toward the inside of the cave.  

As he ventured deeper into the dark cave,  

Before long, a massive mansion, built inside the cave, appeared in view.  

The mansion was enormous, comparable even to the Count Palatio estate where Alon resided.  

It was both stately and large enough to fill the vast cavern, a testament to the dignity of the agent leader who resided there.  

Although Alon had visited several times to kill the leader and steal his relics, seeing it in person, as opposed to through the game’s illustrations, was a completely different experience.  

That feeling didn’t last long.  

Soon, he noticed something odd.  

‘It’s all destroyed?’  

At first, it wasn’t obvious from a distance, but the closer he got, the more he realized that the mansion, which should have been intact, was completely wrecked.  

When he finally entered the mansion,  

“…?”  

Alon stood bewildered as he looked at the half-destroyed mansion of Al-Kamae, the leader of the agents.  

***

Al-Kamae had lived for 300 years, and during that time, he had killed countless people.  

He had beheaded more than twelve Swordmasters.  

He had exterminated an entire kingdom, including its king and royal family.  

He had also killed the Purple Tower Master, the owner of the Mage Tower.  

In addition to that, he had single-handedly massacred thousands of knights.  

150 years ago, he waged a one-man war against a territory and erased it from the annals of history.  

His strength was undeniable, recognized by all.  

He was so powerful that every agent with skills surpassing Master Knights feared and revered him.  

That’s why he felt annoyed.  

He didn’t know by what means, but a presumptuous girl had come to kill him.  

Annoyed by the appearance of this bothersome gnat, he, who had been hiding for the greater cause, thought to toy with her briefly before killing her.  

Surely, surely that was how it would be.  

It should have been that way—  

Cough!  

Al-Kamae coughed and spat blood, staring at the being before him with trembling eyes.  

Standing in front of him was a young girl.  

Clad in a black ceremonial robe embroidered with red, she held in one hand a staff that emitted a chillingly eerie red glow.  

At first, her appearance posed no threat.  

But even so, Al-Kamae was filled with unmistakable fear as he gazed at her.  

It wasn’t just fear.  

It was terror, despair, and futility.  

All these emotions swirled together and ensnared him.  

Because of her.  

Because of her.  

Because of her.  

Because of the thing behind her.  

‘What is that—’  

—due to the dozens of tendrils emerging from the black space behind her—  

He realized that his perception was caught in an endless loop.  

Even though he became aware of it, his thoughts couldn’t process.  

The same thoughts kept spinning in his mind.  

Terror.  

Despair.  

Futility.  

Fear.  

The horrifying mixture of emotions constantly drove Al-Kamae into a pit of hellish agony.  

And then.  

“Why… why is this happening to me?!”  

Amidst this terrible fear, Al-Kamae, his eyes bloodshot, barely managed to utter those words.  

The girl who had been staring at him, no, Yutia, spoke.  

“Because you tried to harm him.”  

With chilling red eyes, she pronounced his sentence to the man who had coughed up blood countless times.  

At that moment,  

‘……’ 

The black tendrils seized Al-Kamae and began dragging him into the black rift.  

It all happened in an instant.  

Desperately, Al-Kamae tried to resist, forcing himself to stand and swing his sword.  

But even the sword that had killed Swordmasters was utterly powerless in front of the young girl.  

“N-noooo~!!”  

Crunch!  

And with a horrifying sound, he disappeared without leaving even a corpse behind.  

One week.  

That was the time it took for the organization known as “Agents,” which had operated in the shadows for 50 years, to completely vanish.  

And then.  

“Normally, I would have made you suffer more before killing you, but I have things to do right now, so I couldn’t help it.”  

Yutia muttered as she looked toward the spot where Al-Kamae had disappeared.  

“Thank Seolrang for that.”  

She gazed beyond the forest toward the desert, specifically at the location of the desert city, Colony.  

“I’m in a hurry, so I had to kill you quickly.”  

She turned away.  

In her hand was a letter sent by Alon.  

A letter that mentioned he would likely be visiting the desert city once again.  

“At last…”  

A small smile crept onto her lips. 

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We proceeded with the preparations without rushing, taking our time.

The plan was to slip in, finish everything in a flash, and come back, so there was no need to hurry and attract attention.  

“I’ve prepared three return stones, and all the equipment is ready.”  

The equipment was made from minerals extracted from our own mine. 

Admittedly, they were a bit crudely made, but for now, it couldn’t be helped. 

When things settle down, I’ll ask Young-seong to upgrade them to something more refined.  

Even Ara was excited, enjoying the shopping trip after a long time. 

As we passed each store, Ara insisted on stopping in, making things a bit tricky for me, but luckily, all the staff were friendly, so we got through with smiles.  

‘Of course, we ended up buying something at every stop, and before I knew it, my hands were full of shopping bags filled with clothes and hats for Ara.’  

It was then that we unexpectedly ran into someone.  

“Oh, Kyu-seong?”  

“Ah! Fancy meeting you here. Nice to see you, So-yeon.”  

Jeong So-yeon was also holding a bunch of shopping bags, just like me.  

“So-yeon!”  

“Hello, Ara~! Did you get a new hat?”  

“Yup!”  

Ara, eager to show off her new hat, twirled in place and danced, making So-yeon crouch down to cheer her on.  

“Ara looks cute in any hat.”  

“Hehe.”  

“Out shopping today?”  

At her question, I nodded lightly.  

“I had some shopping to catch up on. There were a few things I’d been meaning to buy, but before I knew it, it piled up.”  

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? When you don’t have money, there are so many things you want to buy. But once you have money, there’s no time to shop…”  

I felt a twinge of guilt.  

Jeong So-yeon, being the leader of Ara Hongryeon Team 1, was one of the busiest Awakeners in Korea, but I could make time if I wanted to.  

‘Now that I think about it, I have been pretty busy with various things.’  

Every day brings something new in the Dungeon of Gluttony. 

Honestly, even though it’s hectic, I enjoy it.  

“Even with your busy schedule, I find time to watch Ara’s YouTube channel. I heard there’s a drama and some commercials coming out soon?”  

“That’s right. It’s only a few days away. But Ara’s episode won’t air for a while, so it’ll take some time.”  

Since the show airs twice a week, it’ll take at least three weeks after the initial broadcast for Ara’s episode (episode 7) to air.  

In the meantime, I planned to make a quick trip to the Dungeon of Wrath.  

With the perfect plan set up with Ara and Mammon, the entire trip, including visiting Europe and returning home, would take no more than five days.  

‘And those five days are assuming the Union steps in for control.’  

Since I’d run into Jeong So-yeon, I decided to let her know in advance.  

“By the way, I might be out of contact for about a week due to some urgent business in the dungeon.”  

“Oh, really? Did you tell the guild?”  

“Not yet.”  

“Then I’ll let them know. Take care of your business.”  

“Thank you.”  

Just then, Ara tugged at the hem of So-yeon’s pants.  

“How’s Hong-jun? And the others?”  

“They’re all doing well. The kids all miss you, Ara. They’ve been watching you on YouTube.”  

Ara’s eyes glistened with emotion, and she looked up at me, silently gazing. 

It was hard to just say no and leave her like that.  

“Shall we visit the orphanage?”  

“R-really?!”  

“Sure. I’ve left some time free today, so we’re not in a hurry.”  

“Woohoo!”  

Ara raised her arms in excitement, and So-yeon watched her, smiling warmly at the cute display. 

“Shall we go together?”

“Oh, So-yeon, do you have time?”

“I think I can spare a bit of time.”

I quickly nodded.

It would be great if Jeong So-yeon could come with us, as she was familiar with the place.

After wrapping up the shopping, we headed straight to Dasom Orphanage. Since it had been a while, I felt a bit guilty.

Thanks to So-yeon giving them a heads-up on the way, we were warmly welcomed as we stepped out of the car.

“Wow! The car is so cool!”

“I’m jealous of Ara!”

It seemed like they were more excited about the new car than our visit. Ara, who had always wanted to show off the car, was excitedly explaining everything.

While watching the pure joy of the children, the director came out to greet us.

“I had the kids greet you first since I was a bit busy. It’s been a while, Kyu-seong.”

“It has been a while. I should’ve visited more often, I’m sorry.”

“No, no! Please don’t feel obligated. If anything, we should be the ones apologizing.”

As we chatted warmly, I couldn’t help but wonder about the busy matters she mentioned.

“I heard you’re busy. Is there something going on?”

“Oh, it’s nothing serious. We have a few kids preparing to leave the orphanage, so we’ve been busy helping them get documents ready, find a place to live, and secure jobs. Around this time every year, it’s always hectic.”

I couldn’t help but be impressed by Director Wi Ji-hye’s sense of responsibility.

“This year, it’s Seong-oh and Hye-yeon, right?”

“Yes. Thankfully, Hye-yeon has a job lined up with Cheolhyeol Foods. Seong-oh is still in the process of finding something.”

“Wow, Hye-yeon is joining Cheolhyeol Foods? She’s always been hardworking, and it paid off.”

Jeong So-yeon nodded as she spoke.

Hearing the name Cheolhyeol Foods reminded me of a commercial I recently shot. I’m not sure which department Hye-yeon will work in, but I hope she does well.

“We’ll hang out for a bit and head out later. We’ll visit again when things settle down.”

“Come by anytime! Don’t worry about it.”

“Yes, thank you.”

Just then, someone walked out from the building. He was noticeably taller than the other children, so I guessed he might be Seong-oh.

“Sister So-yeon is here?”

“Hello, Seong-oh. Where’s Hye-yeon?”

“She went to submit documents at the community center. Oh, hello, sir.”

His polite greeting made a good impression. He reminded me of my younger brother, Jae-seong.

“Oh, Ara’s here too. Hello!”

“Greetings, Park Seong-oh.”

Ara already knew his name.

I vaguely remembered greeting him before, but I hadn’t recalled his name. As Seong-oh gently patted Ara’s new hat, So-yeon struck up a conversation.

“Seong-oh, have you found anything you’re preparing for?”

“Well, I’m planning to get a part-time job for now.”

“A part-time job? Where? What kind?”

“Just at a restaurant, something like that.”

“A restaurant?”

Hearing their conversation made me think even more about my brother Jae-seong. He also worked in restaurants, saying it was practical experience instead of going to college.

It wasn’t just any regular restaurant either; through some cooking connections, he landed a job at a high-end restaurant.

“I plan to save up some money and get a loan to open a small restaurant.”

“Really…?”

“Oh, are you aspiring to be a chef?”

I suddenly jumped into the conversation, and Seong-oh nodded with wide eyes.

“Yes. It’s nothing grand, just a small local restaurant.”

“Hmm! Then, how about working at my restaurant?”

“At your restaurant, sir?”

While Seong-oh was surprised, the one who seemed even more shocked was none other than Jeong So-yeon.

“Kyu-seong, a restaurant?”

“Not right now, but it’s in the plans. Technically, it’s not my restaurant but my brother Jae-seong’s.”

I then gave a brief explanation of the restaurant my brother plans to open.

“He’s thinking of opening a restaurant in the dungeon where I stay. I’ll provide the ingredients, and it’ll be a small place where only friends are invited.”

“Your brother, who’s studying in Japan, will be the chef, right?”

“Yes. He plans to start small here and later open a bigger restaurant in Seoul to run both simultaneously.”

Jeong So-yeon’s eyes were already filled with excitement as she imagined it. I hadn’t planned to keep it a secret, but I hadn’t mentioned it earlier since it was still some time away.

“I actually decided to become a chef after eating at your place, Uncle Kyu-seong,” said Park Seong-oh.

“Oh, really?”

But, Seong-oh, why do you call me ‘uncle’ when I’m only 28? Shouldn’t it be ‘brother’?

Let’s just let it go for now.

“Recently, I noticed that none of my peers seem to have dreams. I was the same. But after eating the food you brought the first time, I found my dream.”

Seong-oh’s eyes sparkled. They resembled stars.

“My goal is to cook delicious food and make people happy. Of course, I’m not confident it’ll be as good as the food you brought, but seeing the kids happy made me want to share that same happiness.”

“Our Seong-oh, I’m so proud of you. I had no idea you were thinking about that,” So-yeon said.

“I was too embarrassed to tell anyone. I’m only saying this because Kyu-seong is here.”

Blushing, Seong-oh turned his head to the side, clearly shy. That was a different side from Jae-seong.

Listening to Seong-oh, I realized a lot myself. I also understood deeply what he felt and aimed for. After all, I too live with the goal of making the people around me happy, so we weren’t all that different.

“It looks like it will take some time before the restaurant is built. But if you’re still interested by then, would you like to work with us?”

“I’d rather ask you for that favor! I’ll train hard and practice cooking until your restaurant is ready.”

Seeing the bright determination in Seong-oh’s eyes, I was pleased. Helping passionate people is always a rewarding experience.

“Make lots of delicious food, Seong-oh!” Ara chimed in.

“Oh, I will! I’ll make tons of yummy food for Ara!” he responded.

At that moment, the orphanage director, who had been quietly listening, suddenly bowed deeply to me. Startled, I waved my hands frantically, not knowing what to say.

“Oh, ma’am, please…”

“I feel guilty for always receiving so much help. Kyu-seong, you have no obligation to help us like this, but when I think of all you’ve done, even if my back breaks, I would have no regrets.”

“No, no! Thanks to this, Ara has made many friends, and I’ve enjoyed myself too.”

“Thank you, always. And we look forward to your continued support.”

“Please, I should be the one thanking you.”

I awkwardly smiled as I accepted the director’s gratitude. What had I really done to deserve such thanks?

The director gave me a warm smile and then turned to Seong-oh.

“Hye-yeon has been wanting to join you at Cheolhyeol Foods, but I wondered why you kept holding back. So, that’s why. You should have told me. Do you know how much Hye-yeon and I have been worrying?”

“I’m sorry…”

Hmm, he deserved that scolding.

As I looked at Seong-oh, who seemed like a new family member, I decided to show him Bokkeum, our family pet. As I began to fidget with Bokkeum, So-yeon and Ara, who had already noticed something, looked at me with anticipation.

I chuckled as I looked at them and asked, “Has anyone had a meal yet?”

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The nobles’ faces were filled with confusion.  

The nobles who followed behind Alon also wore bewildered expressions.  

The nobles who had anticipated the growth of Kalpha to be obstructed by the king were also shocked and astonished.  

However, they were not the only ones showing such expressions.  

“…??”  

Alon, who had just heard such words from Cretinia Siyan, was also puzzled by the situation unfolding before him.  

‘A marquis?’  

For a noble, a title carried immense significance.  

It was similar to a social ranking, and a marquisate would grant Alon far more power than his current countship.  

From the landholdings to the number of private soldiers he could raise, it would affect many aspects of his life.  

There would also be no awkwardness in leading a faction within noble society.  

Although Alon, as a count, had already become the leader of Kalpha, it was an anomaly.  

According to the rules of noble society, it was impossible for a mere count to occupy such a high position.  

It could be considered an unusual structure.  

But if Cretinia Siyan were to raise his title to marquis, such an unusual structure in Kalpha would immediately be resolved.  

In other words, Cretinia Siyan was not restraining Kalpha, but rather helping them.  

‘What… is this?’  

Alon couldn’t help but look up at her with a blank expression,  but Siyan casually rested her chin on her hand and spoke.  

“I’ve heard the stories. That you have eradicated all the pests devouring Asteria. This is your reward.”  

Her calm voice echoed through the air.  

While her words made sense, the doubt still remained.  

After all, there was no reason for her to reward him based on such logic.  

‘It feels like she’s just using this as an excuse to promote me to marquis.’  

Alon glanced at the queen.  

Was she confident that she could crush Kalpha whenever she wanted, even if they grew larger?  

A reasonable assumption flashed in his mind.  

Even though he stared directly at her face, trying to read her thoughts, there was nothing but a cold, emotionless expression on her face.  

At that moment.  

“Why, do you dislike it?”  

Alon snapped back to his senses when he heard Siyan’s voice.  

“No, Your Majesty.”  

He bowed his head as he responded.  

In response, Siyan, who had never once shown a smile until now, stood up from the throne with a faint grin.  

Step, step-  

With light steps, she walked up to Alon.  

Then, as she bent down, locking eyes with Alon who had looked up at her, she pressed the side of his right lip with her index finger and pulled it to the side.  

“……?”  

Alon’s expression was now strange, with one corner of his mouth raised due to her finger.  

It was a strange sight to anyone, but she simply smiled and said,  

“Smile. You look much better that way.”  

After saying that, she withdrew the finger that had been pressing Alon’s cheek.  

Looking very satisfied, she gazed at the bewildered Alon with her characteristic golden eyes glinting.  

The Queen, who had been watching with an amused expression, finally spoke.  

“I shall take my leave now, so enjoy the banquet, all of you.”  

As soon as those words were spoken, as if she no longer had any business at the ball, she turned around.

Creak! Bang!  

The massive door opened and closed, and silence filled the ballroom.  

Alon, who was blankly staring at the spot where she had exited, thought to himself.  

‘…What just happened?’  

He was left even more confused.  

***

After the Queen had left, the ballroom, which had been engulfed in silence, slowly began to regain its liveliness.  

However, the atmosphere had shifted completely.  

The difference now was that the nobles who had been smiling just moments before were now the complete opposite.  

The nobles of the royalist and aristocratic factions, who had been expecting Kalpha to be effectively checked today, wore expressions as if the world had ended.  

In contrast, the nobles who had followed Alon into the ballroom were all beaming, congratulating themselves for choosing the right side.  

And.  

The man who had essentially become the star of the ballroom, Alon, found himself surrounded.  

“Congratulations, Count!”  

“Oh no, not Count anymore! Soon to be Marquis!”  

“Oh, right! My mistake~”  

Whether or not Alon responded, the nobles around him continued to flatter him eagerly.  

“Indeed, Count Palatio—no, Marquis Palatio is truly remarkable.”  

“Exactly. When did he manage to win over the Queen?”  

Receiving the admiring, albeit mistaken and burdensome, gazes from Duke Altia and Count Zenonia, Alon thought to himself.  

‘When… did that happen? I don’t even know.’  

With a bewildered expression, Alon turned his gaze to the door through which Siyan had left.  

‘What is going on…?’  

He began to recall everything he knew about the 8th monarch of Asteria, Cretinia Siyan.  

No matter how many times he thought about it, Cretinia Siyan wasn’t someone who would act like that.  

She wasn’t particularly interested in governing, but she was someone who would cut down anyone she deemed a threat to her royal authority without hesitation. And what was with that smile?  

Alon thought back to the smile she had shown earlier.  

From what he knew, there wasn’t a single illustration or story from Psychedelia where Siyan was depicted smiling.  

Her character was typically cold and indifferent.  

‘…Something’s not right.’  

As Alon began to realize that something was amiss, tilting his head in confusion,  

In one corner of the ballroom, Marquis Filboid, who had been surrounded by other nobles, was staring at him.  

‘Count Palatio…?’  

Marquis Filboid gritted his teeth unconsciously.  

Half a year ago, he had been forced to kneel before Alon, and though he wasn’t treated as severely as Duke Limgrave, he had been summoned to the Holy Kingdom and imprisoned in a strange cell for about a month, enduring something close to torture.  

As a result, he had been eagerly anticipating today’s events.  

He had been sure that Alon would pay the price for foolishly expanding his faction.  

But contrary to his expectations, the Queen had instead granted him a marquisate, as if acknowledging his faction.  

‘How… is this possible…?’  

Gritting his teeth as he watched Alon, Marquis Filboid let out a deep sigh.  

At this point, there was nothing he could do now that events had unfolded this way.  

But that didn’t mean he would sit idly by after already suffering a form of retaliation.  

‘If it’s come to this… I’ll have to meet them.’  

With a resolute expression, Marquis Filboid turned around and started walking somewhere.  

***

Five days later.  

As Alon, after having tasted every snack at the week-long ball, was beginning to think about leaving for the colony,  

Marquis Filboid had already left on the first day and was heading toward Pakason, one of the territories of the Kingdom of Ashtalon, close to the Kingdom of Asteria.  

Normally, he would have been cautious about being seen, but now he didn’t care.  

Ever since he had been dragged to the Holy Kingdom, he had lost most of his political power and was no longer the leader of any faction.  

In other words, he had become a toothless tiger, and no nobles cared about him anymore.  

Thus, he was able to reach his destination without worrying about anyone’s gaze.  

And.  

Upon arriving in Pakason, he headed straight for the entrance to the underground slums near the territory.  

“Whew—”  

Letting out a sigh, he looked at the ominous underground entrance in front of him. Then, tightening his lips, he took a step toward the entrance.  

Marquis Filboid had learned that the “Agent,” a person who would kill anyone, noble or royal, for the right price, was located here.  

With that in mind, he descended into the underground.  

“Tsk.”  

He frowned at the sight of the gambling den filled with noisy people and thick smoke but continued walking.  

The person he was looking for would be deeper inside.  

As he made his way further into the den, he whispered the passphrase to a man blocking his way, then opened a firmly closed door without hesitation.  

And then,  

“?”  

“…?”  

“Huh?”  

Inside the room, Marquis Filboid saw a young girl.  

No, to be more precise—  

A girl with radiant blonde hair and an innocent expression.  

And next to her, lying face down on the floor, was a headless corpse, its body horribly mangled.  

Marquis Filboid grimaced slightly at the sight, but he didn’t flinch or run away.  

He had already been informed about the grotesque nature of the agent before coming here.  

‘I heard that the agent is a vicious beastman who enjoys toying with corpses, but this is more revolting than I expected.’  

Quickly relaxing his frown, Marquis Filboid reminded himself that he needed to hire this agent.  

“Who are you?”  

The voice of the agent broke his thoughts.  

It was filled with pure curiosity and innocence, which brought the marquis back to his senses, and he couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of surprise.  

Even though there was a corpse right there, the agent’s appearance was very different from what the marquis had imagined.  

But only for a moment, as he soon opened his mouth to speak.  

“I’m here to make a request.”  

“A request?”  

“Yes, I’m here to request the assassination of Count Palatio.”  

Recalling the recommendation that the agent disliked long conversations, Marquis Filboid got straight to the point.  

And then—  

A chill ran down his spine.  

“Heh—”  

Marquis Filboid realized without a doubt that the being before him was indeed the agent.  

As soon as he mentioned his request, the agent’s once innocent smile twisted into something more sinister.  

“So,”  

Her lips curled as if amused.  

“You’re here to request the assassination of Count Palatio?”  

Her eyes turned chillingly cold.  

So cold, in fact, that it made the marquis hold his breath in terror as he faced her piercing golden eyes.  

The intensity of her gaze made his legs tremble, and he swallowed dryly without realizing it.  

“That’s right…?”  

As soon as he affirmed, the blonde-haired beastman, now lightly swaying her hair, nodded several times.  

“Ah, I see. So that’s what you want? But, what should we do?”  

“W-what do you mean—?”  

“The person who could take your request… is already right here.”  

She shrugged lightly.  

Confused by her words, Marquis Filboid followed her gloved finger downward and saw that it was pointing to the headless corpse on the floor.  

“…Oh.”  

Only then did he realize that something had gone terribly wrong, and he let out a soft gasp. 

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“Did you do something wrong or not?”

“I did wrong.”

“Are you reflecting on it enough?”

“I am.”

“Then why are your hands coming down?”

Aiden, kneeling with both hands raised, looked at Noel with eyes filled with melancholy. Even as a child, he’d never been punished like this by his father. He couldn’t believe he was doing this as a fully grown adult with scars already hardened on his head…

“I just found it a bit strange, that’s all,” he said.

Noel, unbothered by Aiden’s reaction, spoke with narrowed eyes. “Frankly, didn’t you get yourself kidnapped on purpose?”

“…”

“It’s not as if you lack combat skills.”

Caught. Aiden gave an awkward smile, and Noel sighed, brushing his hand through his hair.

“What would you have done if things had escalated?”

“I knew you’d come to save me from the start. I had faith in you, Lady Noel–”

He was whacked on the head. Though Noel hadn’t hit him with full force (which would surely have knocked him out), the reprimand was close enough to silence him, but the pain was still real. As Aiden rubbed his head, Noel spoke coldly, his eyes narrowed with disapproval.

“Who in their right mind plans on getting themselves hurt like that? You really should value yourself more–”

The lecture continued for quite some time. Just as Aiden’s raised arms were beginning to lose feeling, Noel, regaining his composure, allowed him to sit.

“At least your actions weren’t entirely in vain. We managed to apprehend all the criminals based in that area. A relief, really.”

“What about the evidence?”

The key was proving that the group had acted on orders from the Prince and the Minister of Administration. Fortunately, Noel’s slight smile seemed to suggest good news.

“Don’t worry. It felt like we struck gold.”

“If I hadn’t been captured to attract attention and called you, Lady Noel, we wouldn’t have caught them so smoothly–”

Sensing Noel’s gaze grow colder, Aiden immediately fell silent. His long record of navigating dangerous situations seemed intact.

“…Anyway,” Noel continued, pressing his fingers to his forehead. “The trial date is set. They’ll make the information public, I assume.”

“When is it?”

“Two days from now.”

They’d scheduled it unusually quickly, with a clear intention to face the charges head-on.

“Aiden, this is likely a trap.”

“There’s no way they wouldn’t know we have this evidence. For them to agree to the trial date so nonchalantly, it must mean they’ve set something up.”

Aiden couldn’t help but agree with Noel’s words.

System Message

The Main Quest has been updated.  

The details of “Quest: Sham Marriage” have been updated.

Quest Info

◆ Main Quest  

Act 1, <Crack in the Capital>  

– Chapter 1, <The Ghost Knight Incident>  

Purge Mission (D-2)  

Sham Marriage  

– You have been chosen as Lady Noel’s spouse. Maintain the contract with your partner to the end!

The window that suddenly appeared before him supported this hypothesis. The events related to Lady Noel, following the main quest, were all critical, none to be ignored.  

Two days from now, during the Harvest Festival, in a place teeming with people… the spirit of the Guardian Knight Teresa was sure to make another appearance.

Aiden tapped his chin, deep in thought. He didn’t know how it would unfold, but given the time and place, it was bound to create a major commotion. Knowing the prince’s nature, it wasn’t likely to lead to casualties, but either way, it would undoubtedly cause trouble for Aiden and Noel.

“Please relay that we agree to the schedule as well.”

Noel blinked in surprise. “Did you hear what I just said?”

“Yes.”

Knowing and walking into a trap was never a smart move. But…

“I know it’s a trap. I’ll face it head-on.”

“We’re not the only ones who can make preparations in advance.”

They could assume the other side would be prepared, so they should prepare as well. Delaying would only benefit the enemy, giving them more time to discredit the evidence they’d gathered. The only problem…

… was the person beside him.

Aiden, hiding a sigh, glanced at Noel, who was watching him with a concerned expression. He’d recently confirmed her strength firsthand, but relying on Noel to help fight the Guardian Knight was out of the question. In fact, he’d be lucky to keep his own sanity intact.

In short, he would have to face the purge mission without her. ‘Katia will help, but… the Guardian Knight’s base stats are slightly below Noel’s, yet thanks to the quest, it’s likely to be even stronger.’

Though he couldn’t estimate how much, he could expect it to be a dreadful challenge.  

‘…The only relief is…’  

He had at least one method in mind to deal with it and someone to consult about it.

“You’ve got another scheme, don’t you? Are you preparing in advance for this one too?”

“To keep things safe, we have to plan carefully.”

Living as a criminal without incident required this level of preparation, so it wasn’t unusual to him. His casual reply left Noel exasperated, and she let out a sigh.

“If you’d applied all that effort to something constructive, I imagine you’d have been incredibly successful by now.”

“…Not interested in success,” he replied. If he could just earn a living and take care of his family, that was enough; it had always been that way.

As Aiden responded with a wry smile, Noel seemed to remember something.

“Oh, by the way, Aiden.”

“Yes?”

“…Your family… what are they like?”

Aiden blinked in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Things they like or dislike, that kind of thing…” she trailed off, avoiding his gaze in a way that seemed oddly suspicious.

Aiden tilted his head in curiosity and replied, “Why do you ask?”

“…I was thinking of sending a gift or something.”

“A gift…?”  

All of a sudden?

“Well, my father likes pretty much any kind of alcohol as long as it’s decent, and my little sister… she’s still young, so anything kids enjoy would be fine.”  

Although he found it a bit odd, Aiden narrowed his eyes slightly but answered readily.  

‘She wouldn’t do anything wrong, right?’

Considering how she’d treated him so far, the chances were slim.

“So, you’re trying to score some points there, huh?”

“Points?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“…?”

***

‘What is this all about?’

“Let’s break it down.”  

Within his mental space, where Aiden was relentlessly pummeled in their usual mock training, Meyer grumbled.

‘Honestly, I’d like a break, but this training would be useless if I lost my edge. Every night, he appears in my dreams and beats me up; it’s exhausting,’ thought Aiden. At least he could ask Meyer for advice on dealing with the Guardian Knight.

“To even have a chance against a knight of this empire’s caliber, you need an attack method that can inflict effective damage.”

“Yes. I need to take them down in one blow.”

Using “supernatural infusion,” which combines energy, holy power, and law power, was strong enough to knock out Katia in one hit before, but that alone wouldn’t suffice here. Especially if the goal was to subdue instantly. Even back then, it only worked because he’d exhausted Noel’s strength through a long fight and a Hellfire Bomb to the weak spot. For a boss fight, that wouldn’t be enough. He’d need far stronger *firepower* to achieve that.

“Absolutely none.”  

Meyer’s blunt response wasn’t surprising, but it was still frustrating.

Aiden muttered in complaint, “Come on, senior.”  

It was strange enough to continue talking with his face half-mangled, but what Meyer had said was even more critical.

“You’re one of the greatest superhumans of your generation. Give me some help.”

“Even the strongest aren’t omnipotent. Got any sense of decency?”

Meyer smirked, wiping blood off his sword.

“You’re getting decent, but that only means you’re *average* among superhumans, able to pull your weight. On the battlefield, veterans could slice you up with their eyes closed.”

“…I recently went up against multiple regular knights and wiped the floor with them.”

“Oh, really? Then have you managed to land even one successful hit on me?”

“And I’m not even using any special abilities.”

*What a cursed ancestor,* thought Aiden, *and the worst part is, he’s not wrong.*

Aiden felt the severed parts of his face start to regenerate, so he rose, seizing the timing to wear a more desperate expression.

“…Still, I have to squeeze out whatever I can from nothing—that’s just my position here.”  

“Regardless, there’s no way to escape the main quest without defeating that enemy, and the only person I can rely on right now is you. You’re the only one who shares my unique trait of wielding multiple abilities.”

“Even if I somehow give you an effective way to attack, do you think you’ll even be able to land a hit?”

It wasn’t an unfounded concern. Considering Noel’s mentor title, it wasn’t just about having a means of attack; landing a blow itself was a challenge. The gap between them wasn’t just in skill power but in combat technique as well.

But…

“Yes.”  

‘I can hit. At least, I’m confident in that.’

“And why are you so sure?”

“I’ll make it happen, somehow.”  

“I’m more of a live-combat type.”

Meyer looked at him as if he were joking, but Aiden met his gaze firmly. It was do-or-die; if he failed to land a hit, he’d fail the quest and die anyway. And he wasn’t lying about his strength in live combat. Given his skill set, he could genuinely back it up. Under certain conditions, his abilities could even skyrocket exponentially.

“Well, if you’re that confident, it’s good for you. But I still don’t see any way out.”

“Oh, come on. I’ve read your records, and you grew at ridiculous speeds all the time. Why not share some of those secrets with me?”

“I’m just a genius—I covered it all with talent.”

Aiden was momentarily speechless at the unabashed self-praise delivered without so much as a blink. But it wasn’t time to give up; he at least knew how to handle people.

“Yes, that’s why I’m asking you. You’re a genius, after all.”

“The ultimate genius. You can pull off things others wouldn’t even dream of.”

“Honestly, you can do it, can’t you? I mean, if you’re the Knight of Dawn—”

“How much more of this flattery are you going to pour on?”

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We headed to the World Tree with Mark2, who had reached level 6. Since I had upgraded Mark2 as the World Tree requested, it was time to move on to the next step. As soon as we arrived at the World Tree, Frey greeted us warmly.

“Lord! You’ve arrived!”  

“Yo, Frey. I’ve come after growing Mark2 just as the World Tree asked.”  

“Mark2 Apostle! You look even more impressive now!”  

Though Mark2’s appearance hadn’t really changed, Frey complimented him enthusiastically with shining eyes. I smiled and playfully ruffled Frey’s hair before approaching the World Tree.

“Hello? I’ve returned as a slime.”  

Mark2 wobbled toward the World Tree too, just like before, and stuck to it. Soon, he became quiet and focused, not moving for a while as he remained attached to the World Tree.

“So, is there nothing else we need to do, Brother?”  

Seon-ah, who had come along, asked, and I shrugged as I looked at Frey. Frey tilted her head and responded:

“We’d have to ask, but last I heard, there’s nothing in particular!”  

“Let’s wait a bit, then.”

What I thought would be a quick interaction between Mark2 and the World Tree ended up taking longer than expected. Meanwhile, I took the chance to visit Meluca’s flower garden, where I met Poispois and checked the state of the fields.

“Wobble.”  

“You’re doing well.”  

“Poispois! It’s been a while!”

Ara hugged Poispois and rubbed her face against him. Seeing Poispois reminded me that, like Mark2, he also had a phrase that hinted at unlocking unknown potential.

‘Will Poispois evolve when he levels up too?’  

Poison slime? Could it evolve into something like that?  

Curious, I decided to level up Poispois soon as well. So busy, so much to do.  

Meluca’s flower garden was now fully operational. Fairies were busy harvesting honey from the blooming Meluca flowers, all with happy expressions.

“I wonder what Meluca honey tastes like.”  

“I’m curious too!”

I decided to ask Frey to let me taste some later. After taking a tour of the vast Meluca flower garden, I returned to the World Tree, where Mark2 was already waiting, having finished his interaction.

“Are you done?”  

Wobble!  

Mark2 nodded affirmatively. I asked him what he and the World Tree had talked about.

Wobble!  

“You need to supply enough nutrients!”  

Wobble wobble!  

“Fertilizer is needed!”

“Fertilizer?”

The unexpected word made me scratch my head in confusion.

“Brother, you haven’t been using any fertilizer?”  

“Huh? Oh, no, the slimes have been taking care of that.”  

But what should I use as fertilizer for the World Tree? 

Seeing me in distress, Mark2 wobbled reassuringly.

Wobble!  

“We already have fertilizer!”  

“Huh? We do?”  

Wobble wobble!  

“The plants in the field are the fertilizer! After harvesting the crops and the plants wither, you can use them as fertilizer!”  

“Oh, really?”

Crops like sweet potatoes, potatoes, and carrots that need to be replanted after each harvest had their stems and shoots tidied up. Even crops that could be harvested multiple times would eventually wither and stop bearing fruit. It seemed I could use those plants as fertilizer once they were cleared.

‘But how much fertilizer will I need for such a massive World Tree?’  

I looked up at the towering tree with a bit of concern. As if sensing my worry, Mark2 wobbled again reassuringly.

Wobble!

“Take it slow and steady, and eventually, you’ll get there. There’s no need to rush.”  

“Really? Yeah, I guess. There’s no need to hurry.”  

Even if it takes a long time for the flowers to bloom, it doesn’t really matter.  

Since blooming isn’t absolutely necessary, it seemed fine to me.  

“Frey, it’s okay if the flowers bloom a little late, right?”  

-Of course!  

“Okay. Let’s just take our time and make steady progress.”  

With the World Tree taken care of, now it’s time to seriously talk to Ara and Mammon.  

The plan to conquer the Dungeon of Wrath.  

I should start working on it now.  

***  

In a remote area of Austria, the scene looked like a quiet rural village.  

However, this place was under strict control, preventing outsiders from entering.  

Especially in the forest next to the village, with its tall walls, barbed wire, and high-level security measures, anyone would find it suspicious.  

This was the location of one of the Seven Deadly Sins dungeons, specifically the Dungeon of Wrath.  

Beep! Beep! Beep!  

A large magic stone truck was approaching the forest.  

The guards stationed by the wall, already informed in advance, slowly guided the truck to the entrance.  

“The truck has arrived.”  

“Ah, Director, you’re here.”  

“Yes.”  

The wall manager appeared and looked at the truck.  

He was an awakened one from France who had been stationed here for several years.  

The Austrian government wasn’t too happy about a foreign awakened person managing their dungeon, but they had no choice under the watchful eyes of the Union.  

“That truck has the supplies, right?”  

“Yes, this is the first delivery.”  

“Hmm, I’m curious. I’ve heard nothing but praise from those who’ve already tried it…”  

“It’s not just items; there are also standard supplies. I’ve heard there’s no difference in taste.”  

While they conversed, the truck slowly entered the gate.  

The wall lifted again as the truck parked between the outer and inner walls.  

“We’ll begin the scan.”  

A flash of light emitted from the advanced equipment powered by magic stones.  

After confirming no anomalies, the inner wall lowered, allowing the truck to move further inside.  

“Where should we park the truck?”  

“Follow me.”  

The director personally guided the truck to the supply storage, specifically to where consumable items were stockpiled.  

“Once you unload here, they’ll take care of the rest. Good work.”  

The truck’s back opened, revealing boxes piled high.  

Even the boxes weren’t ordinary; they were equipped with advanced technology using magic stones.  

“Alright, let’s unload.”  

“Set that aside! That’s for general supplies.”  

People began moving the boxes into the storage.  

Meanwhile, the director pointed at the box labeled general supplies and said:  

“Take this one to the cafeteria. I’ve already informed them.”  

“Yes, sir.”  

After unloading all the boxes, the truck quietly left.  

The remaining personnel organized the supplies by type and reported to the Union that the delivery had been made safely.  

“How many more deliveries are scheduled?”  

“There are three more deliveries planned before the execution of the plan. After that, we’ll assess consumption and adjust the delivery quantities.”  

“Hmm, understood.”  

As they were finishing up, a message came from the cafeteria.  

The food was already prepared.  

“I’m curious. Let’s head there once we’re done here.”  

“Yes, sir.”  

After organizing all the supplies, the director and his aide headed to the office.  

There, staff who had been waiting brought in the food from the cafeteria and placed it on the table.  

“It’s soup and bread.”  

The smell was incredible.  

From the soup to the bread, nothing smelled ordinary.  

When he first heard about it, he didn’t expect much, but now that the food was in front of me, my mouth started watering.  

“Should I dip the bread in the soup?”  

“Let’s first try them separately, and then we can eat them together.”  

He grabbed the bread first.  

Compared to the rich-looking soup, the bread seemed simple, but the soft texture immediately told him it was anything but ordinary.  

“There’s filling inside?”  

Something orange was dotted throughout the bread.  

When he tore off a piece and put it in his mouth, he realized what it was.  

‘Carrots.’  

Before he could even process his thoughts, the soft texture and fragrant bread aroma hit him.  

The bread carried a strangely familiar yet unfamiliar scent, and he could guess there were potatoes mixed into the dough.  

Chew, chew.  

Both of them were busy chewing, completely absorbed.  

The conversation that had flowed naturally until now had disappeared entirely.  

As they continued eating this bread, clearly made with ingredients other than just potatoes, carrots, and flour, before they knew it, there was nothing left in this hands.  

“Ah…”  

The Director was dumbfounded.  

He had intended to eat the bread with the soup, but the piece he had planned to only take a bite of was gone without a crumb left behind.  

“Hmm. It tastes much better than I expected. It seems the praise wasn’t exaggerated.”  

Trying to maintain his composure, the director glanced eagerly at the soup.  

The smell alone was enough to confirm that the soup couldn’t possibly taste bad.  

“Shall we try it?”  

The director’s aide, eyes half-dazed, eagerly awaited the director to take the first spoonful.  

“Alright. Let’s taste it.”  

“Thank you for the meal.”  

The director shook his head as he watched his aide hurriedly grab a spoon, thinking the reaction was a bit much, even though he couldn’t deny the deliciousness.  

‘At the end of the day, it’s just food. The bread was good, but not enough to warrant that reaction…’  

Slurp.  

“Mm?!”  

Slurp, slurp.  

“Mm!!!”  

Without realizing it, the director began making strange sounds and lifted the bowl to gulp it down.  

He could feel the various vegetable chunks blending together perfectly.  

The savory richness of the broth was so intense he couldn’t understand what it was made of.  

The slightly spicy kick that matched the reddish hue of the soup was exceptional.  

It was addictively delicious.  

There was no escaping it.  

Gulp, gulp.  

Slurp!  

The only sound in the office was of the director and his aide gulping down the soup.  

Clank!  

Finally, they both set their empty bowls down simultaneously, even licking the bowls in disappointment.  

Gasp!  

The director, shocked by his own undignified behavior, quickly regained his composure, but the bowl was already shining clean.  

His aide was still licking the bowl, trying to get the last bit of soup.  

“Ahem! Get a hold of yourself.”  

“My apologies, Director.”  

The director couldn’t bring himself to say anything more.  

After all, he had just been licking his bowl too.  

“…It was incredibly delicious.”  

“Yes, I agree. I never imagined such a dish existed. I’ve never heard of or tasted anything like this.”  

“I wonder how it would have tasted if we had dipped the bread in the soup…”  

“Ahh… why did I eat it all?”  

The two of them, filled with regret, vowed to keep their composure if they ever had the chance to eat it again.  

Though whether they’d actually keep that promise remained to be seen.  

As they reminisced about the lingering taste and shared their thoughts on the meal, the director suddenly brought up another topic.  

“The owner of these crops is that Korean awakened one, Lee Kyu-seong, right?”  

“That’s correct.”  

“I heard he’s been issued something called a pass. There’s no way he’d actually come here, right?”  

“That’s impossible. This isn’t some low-tier dungeon, and no one would come here unless they had a death wish.”  

“Still, since the pass has been issued, even if it’s only a 0.1% chance, we should prepare a manual just in case.”  

“I’ll take care of it. Leave it to me.”  

“Alright, then.”  

Meanwhile, back in Korea…  

“Return Stone, you’re mine!”  

Lee Kyu-seong, who had just purchased a Return Stone, was steadily preparing for his trip to Austria. 

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Patron 63

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The Fifth Layer of the Labyrinth City.

A place with green meadows and ancient ruins.

However, even after half a year had passed, the traces of the battle that took place that day still remained.

And there, it appeared.

Flutter

With its black cape billowing, and ominous black ornaments hanging from its waist and hands, the hooded figure began walking through the fifth layer.

It walked the place where mercenaries fought an Outer God half a year ago.

It walked the spot where Alon once stood.

And finally, standing where Alon had finished off the Outer God, it tilted its head side to side, as if finding something very curious, or perhaps something it couldn’t quite understand.

How much time had passed?

A moment ago, it had stood still, staring at the ground without the slightest movement.

Then,

“Ha…”

With a smile that spread across its face, it opened its mouth, as if finding something truly amusing.

“I never expected to make it this far.”

A small murmur.

In a voice so ambiguous, it was impossible to tell whether it belonged to a man or a woman, it murmured to itself while glancing around.

Then, it casually waved its right hand.

Vuum

The black ornament emitted a resonant hum, and after confirming this, the figure turned its body.

“Interesting. I wonder how much further this will go. It’s getting fun.”

With an innocent laugh, like a child who had just found a fascinating toy.

“If you manage to survive the next time, things will really get interesting.”

It began walking towards one side of the fifth layer.

And as it walked toward the land with no exit, it suddenly vanished.

***

Though it might seem like an obvious story, Radan was completely loyal to the Great Moon.

Without it, he wouldn’t have gained the great power he had now, nor would he have been able to avenge his family.

In short, Radan’s loyalty was clearly and firmly directed toward the Great Moon.

However, the reason why his loyalty seemed a bit tarnished was because…

[Kill them all. Right now.]

[That sounds like a good idea.]

[I agree.]

[Same here.]

Compared to Radan’s loyalty, the loyalty shown by the other members of the Blue Moon was overwhelmingly stronger.

[So, where are these so-called Agents?]

[From what I’ve heard, they seem to be spread across the United Kingdoms. There are about fifteen in total. I’ve taken out three, so there are twelve left.]

[You didn’t kill them without knowing their locations, right?]

[Of course not. While I haven’t pinpointed them all, I’ve confirmed the location of the leader and a few others.]

[Good.]

[Hurry up and tell me. I’m going to kill them right now.]

[Sounds good.]

Seolrang’s sinister, golden eyes gleamed as he spoke, and Rine, who had been smirking just a moment ago, returned to her cold, expressionless face, muttering eerily.

[After this meeting, I plan to kill one of them. It seems there’s an Agent near Caliban.]

Even Deus, whose eyes flashed ominously, seemed ready to rush out with his sword as soon as the meeting ended, making Radan sense the madness in the room.

‘…No, I think we should come up with a plan first.’

Radan quietly assessed the situation.

Even in this very moment, the conversations around him continued casually, talking about tearing and killing the Agents without a second thought, a discourse he was still not entirely accustomed to.

Among the original members, only Yutia had been like that, while most of the others had acted much more rationally.

‘There’s a huge difference. And… honestly, I didn’t expect even Rine to turn out this way.’

Looking at the drastically changed members, including Rine, Radan finally spoke.

[I think we should calmly share information and come up with a plan first.]

A cautious, but extremely reasonable suggestion.

However…

[Are you serious?]

[Radan, what if while we’re busy making plans, those guys manage to harm the Great Moon?]

[Exactly!]

[I agree.]

Despite it being the most rational statement, Radan took a moment to catch his breath as Yutia, Seolrang, and Rine, following Deus’ lead, all expressed their disagreement.

[…Everyone calm down, you’re all too excited. Shouldn’t we first share the information we have about the Agents? We need to figure out how much power they have.]

Another rational statement.

However…

[Radan.]

[What is it?]

[Radan, are you a traitor?]

[?]

At Seolrang’s ridiculous suspicion, her golden eyes gleaming, Radan felt dizzy.

[Wait, hold on… How did we suddenly get to me being a traitor?]

[But Radan, you’ve been objecting to killing the Agents since earlier, haven’t you?]

[It’s not an objection, I’m just saying we should assess the situation first—]

Radan stopped speaking as he saw the disgruntled stares being directed at him.

Realizing instinctively that no matter what he said now, it wouldn’t make any difference, he waved the white flag.

[I’ll prepare right away.]

The four members nodded in satisfaction, resuming their conversation.

Watching them, Radan, who had been thinking about how relatively normal the organization was two years ago, except for Yutia, recalled the Great Moon and concluded:

‘…There must definitely be a mind-control artifact involved.’

About 30 minutes later…

[Ah, as we talk about this, I’m suddenly reminded of the image the Great Moon showed us—]

Deus’ sudden outburst of worship interrupted the conversation about the Agents.

[Everyone, move now. We’ll have a proper meeting once this is all taken care of.]

At Yutia’s words, the Blue Moon began to move.

***

The next day.

After resting in the mansion owned by Duke Altia, Alon set off for the royal palace in the evening when the banquet was set to begin in earnest.

Upon arriving at the palace, Alon said, “I’ll be back soon,” bidding farewell to Evan as he moved forward.

And,

“I’ll be waiting.”

Evan, bowing slightly, straightened up and watched.

As his master walked into the banquet hall of the royal palace, a large group of nobles followed behind him.

Watching the scene of all these nobles, who essentially controlled Asteria, following behind Alon, Evan once again felt the weight of Alon’s position.

‘Well… the Count’s fame is already immense… Plus, he’s the leader of Kalpha.’

Although Alon himself seemed indifferent to his fame, the difference was stark for Evan, who was witnessing his master’s growing influence in real time.

In contrast to the old days, when Alon was shunned or feared at banquets, now he was the leader of most of the nobles.

And that wasn’t all.

Given the reputation he’d built, it was clear that Alon would be openly checked by the Queen. Yet, so many nobles still stood behind him.

In other words, the nobles following Alon believed that he had a chance, even against the current Queen of Asteria.

‘…Well, based on the rumors, it’s no wonder they think that.’

As Evan evaluated the situation, Alon, leading the nobles, realized something strange.

‘Huh, wait… something feels off.’

He noticed that things seemed to be going a little differently than he had expected.

‘This looks like I’m heading straight into a confrontation, doesn’t it?’

He glanced back subtly.

Behind him, a large number of nobles, all his supporters, were following him.

‘No, this isn’t the image I had in mind…?’

His plan had been to get a reasonable scolding during the audience with the Queen before the banquet and make a plausible excuse for maintaining Kalpha.

But now, with this many people storming in, it didn’t seem like it would end with just a scolding.

But there was nothing he could do now, so he continued on and entered the banquet hall.

‘Oh.’

The moment he stepped inside, he couldn’t help but admire it.

The banquet hall, fitting its reputation, was larger and more beautiful than any hall Alon had ever been to.

Standing there, dazed, staring at the ceiling, Alon soon felt the eyes of the nobles in the hall on him.

“…… “

From what Alon could tell, the nobles’ gazes fell into two categories.

One was admiration and respect.

The other was blatant ridicule.

And naturally, the latter group far outnumbered the former.

He had a rough idea why the nobles in the hall were wearing such expressions.

‘They probably think I’ve been growing my power recklessly, only to get smacked down by the Queen.’

Realizing that the nobles sneering at him mostly belonged to either the aristocratic faction or the royalist faction, Alon let out a small sigh before continuing on his way to meet the Queen.

At the far end of the grand ballroom, he could see her.

Cretinia Siyan, the 8th monarch of Asteria.

As he walked closer from afar, Alon noticed how stunningly beautiful Queen Cretinia Siyan was.

Her golden eyes, a symbol of the royal bloodline of Asteria, sparkled brilliantly as they reflected the light from the terrace, even though her expression remained emotionless.

Her beauty was so striking that it could cause any noble to risk a momentary glance, committing an act of irreverence.

However, Alon’s focus was on the hope that what was about to happen would unfold in his favor, so her appearance was not his priority.

And then.

“Loyal servant of Asteria, I stand before Your Majesty,” Alon said, bowing deeply in a formal greeting as he reached Cretinia Siyan.

The queen, who had been silent up until then, spoke.

“Raise your head.”

Her face remained emotionless.

At her command, Alon naturally lifted his head.

“Are you the Count of Palatio?”

“Yes.”

At the sound of the queen’s voice, the nobles who had been smirking at Alon all broke into smiles.

This moment was a crucial spectacle for the nobles of both the royalist and aristocratic factions, who had been eagerly anticipating the downfall of Kalpha, which had been a thorn in their side.

As a result, they all wore malicious smiles while watching the Count of Palatio. But…

Their smug expressions vanished in an instant, and they were left with blank, dumbfounded faces.

The reason?

“Very well, Count of Palatio, I shall bestow upon you the title of Marquis.”

When Queen Cretinia Siyan spoke these words, Alon couldn’t help but respond in a daze.

“…What?”

He unconsciously let out a bewildered sound.

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Round 188

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After making an appointment with Seo Ye-eun, I left the studio. 

Thanks to that, I was really looking forward to the mukbang with Ara and Seo Ye-eun.  

“What is it that our Ara can’t do?”  

“Ahem!”  

Ara’s shoulders were puffed up with pride from the continuous praise from Seon-ah and me since earlier. 

I found her so cute that I wanted to hug her, but I couldn’t because I was driving.  

“Hehehe. Aren’t you jealous?”  

Noticing my feelings, Seon-ah proudly rubbed Ara’s cheek, who was sitting on her lap.  

“We’re almost home now, right?”  

“Ara is still mine, even when we arrive, okay?”  

“Am I Seon-ah’s?”  

In the midst of the noisy atmosphere, as we arrived at the dungeon, I noticed someone waiting in front of us. 

Upon checking, it turned out to be the staff member in charge of me from the Ara Hongryeon Guild.  

“Hello, Mr. Kyu-seong!”  

“Hello! What brings you here?!”  

I was a bit taken aback as I hadn’t been informed about his sudden visit to my house, but then he handed me something.  

“It arrived quickly. Here’s the item you were waiting for, Mr. Kyu-seong.”  

“The item I was waiting for?”  

It was a suspicious-looking case, almost like a 007 briefcase. 

When the staff opened it to show me, there was only a single card inside. 

I was surprised by the fact that such a small item was inside such an elaborate case, and the staff member laughed and said,  

“It’s a pass.”  

“Huh? A European Union pass?”  

“Yes.”  

It arrived sooner than expected. 

It was quicker than I thought.  

“And the European Union paid a bit more attention to it. Besides being a pass for the Dungeon of Wrath, it also allows entry into any of the countries registered with the Union. It can even be used as a visa substitute.”  

“Wow.”  

I was quite impressed.  

Not all European countries were part of the Union, but I believe around ten countries were affiliated, meaning I could freely travel between them.  

“This is really good.”  

“It should make your travels around Europe much more convenient.”  

“Thank you for delivering it.”  

“It was my pleasure. I’ll be heading back now.”  

The staff handed me the pass and left immediately.  

“Let me see. Oh, the design is pretty sophisticated.”  

“I want to see too.”  

Seon-ah examined the pass card, while Ara checked out the 007-style case.  

“Does this mean we can go on a trip to Europe now?!”  

“If you want to go, we can. There’s nothing stopping us.”  

Of course, I’m busy, so I might pass.  

Thanks to the Master of Gluttony, I can visit the dungeon every day, so if I really wanted to travel, I could, but for now…  

“Hmm, I think I’ve seen a bag like this before.”  

Ara seemed more interested in the bag than the pass itself, probably because it looked like an accessory.  

“Kyu-seong Kyu-seong!”  

“Yes.”  

“I want to wear clothes and a hat that match this bag!”  

“A suit?”  

She probably already has a hat.  

I’ve bought her hats in almost every style, so she should have at least one that matches this case.  

“I guess I should look into getting a suit for kids.”  

“Oh… that would be so cute.”  

Seon-ah seemed ready to take Ara to the department store right away. 

Should I drive them back?  

‘Hmm, since the pass came out this quickly, should I also hurry up and visit Wrath?’  

As I pondered over various things, Ara tucked the bag under her arm and started leading the way toward the dungeon.  

“Let’s go.”  

Caught up in various thoughts, I decided to ask Ara and Mammon for their opinions as I followed them.  

“Oh, wait a minute, I need to upload something on YouTube and post a notice.”  

“Okay.”  

Since Ara and I were necessary to enter the dungeon, I waited a bit. 

She probably wanted to share some updates about today’s commercial shoot.  

She had quietly filmed a vlog at the studio with permission, so I guess the video will be uploaded once the commercial is out.  

After waiting for Seon-ah to finish, I played with Ara for a bit before heading back to the dungeon.  

Coincidentally, Mammon was in the Slime Village when we arrived.  

“Your Highness! Lady Seon-ah! You’ve arrived!”  

“Lady Seon-ah?”  

When did the title change to “Lady”?  

As I looked at Seon-ah with a puzzled expression, she just shrugged.  

“I didn’t ask for that.”  

“Really?”  

Well, I didn’t think Seon-ah would specifically ask to be called “Lady.” 

Maybe “Sister,” but not “lady.”  

“Perfect timing. I wanted to get Mammon’s opinion on something.”  

“Is that so! I’m always ready to help whenever you need it!”

“But what brings you here today? Is the construction all finished?”

“Oh, the construction is nearly complete! I came here because I managed to create a new piece during the breaks in construction, and I wanted to show it to you.”

“Oh, really? Can I take a look?”

What he brought this time was a single artwork, but unlike the previous ones, it was quite large.

“It’s almost as big as me.”

“I put a lot of effort into it!”

The statue appeared to be about 1.8 meters tall. The materials used were composite.

“It seems like it’s made of both wood and stone?”

Just then, Mammon started to explain.

“This is a piece made using stone from the mines and wood from the World Tree. It also includes some minerals embedded in it.”

“Wow, you really mixed all kinds of materials into this?”

“Yes, that’s correct. The title of this piece is ‘The Fool of Chaos.'”

“Oh, I see. It’s another profound piece.”

“The Fool,” huh? It probably refers to a foolish person.

“Wow!”

Ara stood in front of the statue, her mouth wide open in amazement. To me, it seemed like another abstract piece of art that was hard to understand, but it seemed to resonate with Ara. As expected, our Ara has an artistic sense. Our Ara is a genius!

“It’s ugly!”

“That’s right! You got it! I made it look ugly on purpose!”

“But these patterns are pretty!”

“That was also intentional! Hmm, you have quite an eye for art.”

When I got closer to take a look, I noticed various patterns that weren’t visible from a distance. They formed a kind of painting.

The statue was used as a canvas, with metaphysical drawings engraved on it, all connecting to form a single piece of artwork.

“Wow, this is a really clever idea!”

“Hehe.”

Mammon scratched his head in embarrassment, clearly pleased with the praise. Seon-ah also came closer, patted Mammon on the head, and said,

“Our Mammon can do anything.”

“Actually, I got a bit of help from Frey on this one.”

“Wow, so now you’re even doing collaborations?”

“Co-collab?”

“It means working together.”

“That’s right! I collaborated with Frey a little on this!”

As Mammon nodded, Ara, who had been admiring the artwork, puffed out her cheeks.

“I want to do it too!”

“You too? Hmm! I’ll call you for the next piece.”

“Yay! I’ll do my best!”

Ara enthusiastically raised her hands in excitement. Mammon seemed satisfied with her passionate response.

“So what are you going to do with this? Are you going to take it out too?”

“Ahem! I still don’t fully trust humans’ eyes, but it wouldn’t hurt to show them my beautiful artwork.”

“Alright. I’ll take it with me next time I go out.”

While we were busy chatting about Mammon’s work, I quietly slipped away. Originally, I intended to ask Ara and Mammon more about Ras and decide whether to proceed with the plan, but Seon-ah didn’t seem to be stepping back.

‘In that case, I should take this opportunity to level up Mark2.’

I decided to level up Mark2 to level 6, something I couldn’t do the day before. I summoned the level 4 slimes again. But then, out of nowhere, the Headbutt and Drunkard slimes appeared.

“How have you been?”

“Slurp! Advancing! I will become even stronger, my lord!”

“Hiccup. I can’t use Drunken Fist without alcohol. Bring me alcohol!”

I couldn’t help but think how peculiar these slimes were as I prepared for liquid fusion.

“So, who wants to go first? First come, first served!”

Slurp!

Slimes gathered from all directions, eager to be fused. I grabbed the first two that arrived and began the fusion…

Poof!

The seventh level 5 slime was created.

[Slime LV.5]

[It’s an unusual slime]

[It is Kyu-seong’s familiar]

[Liquid Fusion Possible]

[Abilities: Multitasking LV4, Nature Communication LV1]

“Huh? Oh wow!”

Nature Communication? What kind of ability is that?

As expected, slime fusion is addictive. With such interesting abilities coming out every time, how can I stop?

“Slurp?”

“What kind of ability is Nature Communication?”

“Slurp!”

The level 5 slime approached a nearby weed and stood still. However, nothing seemed to happen.

“Is communication really all it does?”

Gurgle.  

I see.  

In that case, let’s have you merge with Mark2.  

At that moment, Mark2 was also inspecting the rice fields.  

The rice was already well-ripened, starting to bow down gradually. It seemed like the harvest season was approaching…  

“Alright, Mark2, it’s time for you to reach level 6.”  

Gurgle!  

I merged Mark2 with the slime that had just reached level 5.  

This was my first time creating a level 6 slime through fusion!  

Gurgle gurgle-.  

[Please select two abilities.]  

[Farming] 

[Multitasking] 

[Nature Communication]  

So at level 6, you get to choose two abilities?  

Not bad.  

After a bit of thought, I decided to go with Farming and Nature Communication, since Mark2 had already been set up with a farming theme.  

As soon as I made my choices, a bright light began to radiate from Mark2.  

“This is different!”  

This was a change unlike the usual ones.  

There hadn’t been light like this before.  

Gurgle gurgle!  

When the light faded, Mark2 appeared with a “Ta-da!”  

It had changed a little, with its color becoming a bit more ethereal?  

“The appearance is still the same, huh?”  

I thought there would be a dramatic change since there was light and it had reached level 6, but there wasn’t.  

Maybe the appearance won’t change until it reaches level 10?  

Given the remaining level 4 slimes, I could probably make about two more level 6 slimes. Level 10 still seemed far off and difficult to reach.  

“Let’s check it out, shall we?”  

[Mark2 (World Tree Slime) LV.6]  

[A special slime]

[It is Kyu-seong’s familiar]

[It has awakened an unknown potential]

[Liquid Fusion Possible]

[Abilities: Farming LV.6]

Nature Communication LV.2  

Guardian of the World Tree  

Oh? Oh wow!  

The description had changed a bit, and there was even a new ability.  

“What’s this ‘Guardian of the World Tree’? What happened, Mark2?!”  

Gurgle!  

Mark2, now at level 6, proudly stretched out, as if to say, “Isn’t this impressive?”  

The phrase “awakening unknown potential” had disappeared, replaced by “has awakened.” It seemed to be related to that.  

“A World Tree Slime, huh? Is this an advanced species?”  

It was a reasonable assumption.  

The type of monster displayed next to its name was now listed as a World Tree Slime.  

“What just happened?”  

“What happened?”  

Just then, Ara, Seon-ah, and Mammon rushed over.  

It seemed they had come because of the light radiating from Mark2.  

“Oh, Mark2 reached level 6. It’s changed quite a bit.”  

“Really? It was just glowing earlier… but it doesn’t look like it’s changed much.”  

“No! Mark2 has become a World Tree Slime. It’s not just any slime anymore!”  

“What? A World Tree Slime?”  

Everyone looked at Mark2 with curious eyes.  

Mark2, however, continued to stretch its body, clearly pleased with itself.  

Gurgle!  

“Oh! Is that so?”  

“What did it say?”  

“It says it’s gotten stronger! It’s not just an ordinary slime anymore!”  

That much was clear from the description.  

But I still wasn’t sure what exactly had changed.  

Gurgle!  

“It says it can eat more food now!”  

Gurgle!  

“It says it can sleep more now!”  

Gurgle!  

“It says it can play without resting! Amazing!”  

No matter how much I listened, it didn’t sound all that different from usual.  

Gurgle!!  

“It says it can lift heavier things! It feels like it could carry two baskets now!!”  

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