Dungeon Maker

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The dungeon chamber was a vast network of magic.

Each of the households was able to access the network through clients provided at the Dungeon Convention and enjoy a service that transcended space.

Yongho slowly opened his eyes. Everything seen, heard and touched in the virtual space did not need to be confined to the physical body to be delivered directly through consciousness, not the senses, but all housewives, including dragons, possessed the same physical body in the virtual space. It was a means to preserve self-awareness within a huge mass of psychic magic called virtual space, and at the same time it was a means to reduce the feeling of intimacy that it instinctively felt.

I'm used to it now. I can't think of a better connection this time.

But Dragon Ho felt a strong sense of camaraderie instead of familiarity. When I opened my eyes, it wasn't a whole white space.

There was light between the darknesses of the Black Gulf. A pile of light continued to look different, like an archipelago in the Sea of Observation.

Funnily enough, the situation itself was quite familiar. It was similar to what I saw when I peered at the memories of Kaiwan, Mamon and Skazaha through my magic power.

But why do we suddenly see these things? Could there have been an accident while accessing the virtual space? Is that why memory regenerated from the magic powers of Mamon or the 12 Servants inherent to Yongho himself?

Dragon has taken a step. Then one of the piles of light approaches.

I didn't hear a sound. The dragon focuses on those who stand in the light.

Gu Zion is bleeding. He sits on the ground, his whole body full of wounds, and cries out.

Skazaha brought that old Zion to life.

I didn't know what was going on. It didn't have the same background as the memory of Skazaha from the Garden of Life. It was just Guzion and Skazaha in the dark.

Skazaha was crying, too. It was quite shocking to see her crying with a face as messed up as a child, who was always smiling beautifully.

Dragon swallowed a dry saliva without even knowing it. I realized that the eyes of the crying Gu Zion were in one place.

You take a step forward, and Guzion and Skazaha are separated. A new pile of light approaches the dragon.

Citri.

She wasn't always so calm and graceful. You sob horribly. Elun sits on the floor in her arms, covered in blood.

It was a sight I couldn't understand. I didn't even know whose memory this was.

Elun opens his lips with difficulty. Citri bows, and Elrun moves his lips slowly. I couldn't figure out what he was talking about because I couldn't hear his voice, but Dragon was intuitive. It was the last of Elun.

Citri nods several times. Elun paints a little smile on that citri. I tried to touch the cheeks of the citrus with my bloody hands, but I couldn't. The arm sags again, and no longer moves.

A fierce silence. Citri touches Elrun's cheek with trembling hands. I hugged her and kissed her on the forehead several times as she began to cool down.

The tears did not stop. The soundless citri looks up at the sky, holding Elun's head in its arms.

Where she could see.

Dragon has taken another step. Instead of the red and red magic sky, I encountered a new pile of light.

What's out there.

The moment I thought I saw a familiar back, I lost my memory. Darkness consumed everything.

“That's my fault. ”

You hear a voice. The moment a beam of light cuts through the darkness, darkness is as pure as a bookshelf. The dungeon chamber was restored to its original form.

The dragon turns around, and stands in the direction of its voice as citrus grows.

I noticed a sad smile. However, it seemed that tears would flow down the cheeks of the citrus, even if it was just because of the sight I had just seen.

But Citri didn't cry. I even wiped my grin and laughed loudly. You point your eye at the dragon's left arm.

“I see. You've joined the craftsmanship of wonder. It's quicker than I expected, but I should have expected it... It's really my fault. ”

A white chair rises behind the back of the dragon hat and citri. Citri recommended a seat.

“As you can imagine, what you just saw is my memory. The magic of the 12 servants in your arena, and the magic of that man… the king of greed, was coincidental or inevitable, and stimulated the storehouse of memories I had made. Should I call it a sympathetic phenomenon? ”

Dragon Hat opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a Moora horse. There were many things I wanted to ask. The memories I just saw, why Elun died in Citri's arms, and what happened the day Mamon died.

But I didn't ask. I didn't ask exactly.

Because the moment I looked into Citri's eyes, I realized that she would not answer all the questions.

Citri raises her hands lightly, palms up.

“This is my private space. This wouldn't have happened if it was a normal virtual space connection. Or if I really had something to look forward to. So it's my fault. There's nothing wrong with you. I don't want to be angry that you peeked at my memories. ”

After speaking, she shrugs. He said a little bit jokingly.

“I can't stop thinking Mamon is no longer my specialty. ”

At the end, I tilted my head slightly. It was an unusual type of love.

Citri was beautiful. The first love I showed her was enough to shake my heart. But the dragon could not erase the faint appearance of the citrus from his mind. It seemed like I could see the emotions hidden in the arts.

“So let's get back to business. ”

Citri's chair approaches Dragon Hoe. It seemed like a good street for a small table.

Dragon Hoe closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. I forcibly emptied my head and faced the citrus again.

“I have things I want to buy. ”

Dragon Hoe quickly teases his fingers. Then, before Citri's eyes, a document was created consisting of letters of light.

The last ingredients needed to fortify Randolt Street.

Citri nods. Likewise, I teased my finger and offered the money to Dragon Ho. Tigrew matched almost the amount calculated in the report.

The deal is done by signing the air. Since Randolt spent all his remaining budget on the fortification, it was impossible to buy anything else without the Abigail assets Oros sent him.

But the dragon did not rise. Citri grabs hold of the dragon's hand as she approaches the distance from her knee.

“You're in a hurry, dear customer. ”

Dragon did not hide. It wasn't because I overlooked her memory that she was unable to concentrate on the touching of the astonishingly soft citrus.

“Embrio has defeated the Western Household Alliance. They'll probably march south. ”

Unlike our enemies so far.

Neither Foras nor Junkeras could compare to Against or Tigris.

Citri looks into the eyes of the dragon. I tilted my head.

“So?”

The dragon is bewildered. Citri grips the dragon's hand a little harder. I asked with my face close.

“What, are you afraid? ”

It was also brave to challenge Baphomet, one of Mamon's 12 ministers.

And you're afraid of the poisonous Embryo? Because he's the powerful Demon King who took over both the North and the West?

Why Yongho feels more urgent than usual.

It wasn't because Ambrio was afraid. When I had to face Mamon Street Forest with nothing, I didn't even think of an option to run away.

Yongho is anxious.

The difference between fighting the floor masters of the Arena and fighting the 12 ministers and fighting this Embryo. Dragon felt anxious after experiencing the battle with Agares.

Yongho saw that he couldn't even discern it properly. That's why I let go of the dragon's hand, which was holding tightly. I gently touched the back of my hand.

“Really, I'm the one who wants to be comforted. But since you're a valued customer, let's do a special service. ”

Citri reaches out. I looked into the dragon's eyes and asked.

“Dear Customer, What is Mamon Street to you? ”

I wasn't talking about a long history or tradition.

It wasn't to take pride in the fact that he was the descendant of that great greedy king.

What is the Mamon Family for Yongho?

The dragon blinks. Not long ago, I lost my worthless smile.

It's because he understood why he was more afraid and reluctant to fight Ambrio than against Baphomet.

It was not a place that had already been forcibly dragged.

It was a precious house.

It was not only Katrina and Eligos, but also a place with a lot of servants.

Embryo was different from the Baphomet or Floor Masters. I was able to destroy both myself and the Mamon family.

“It's okay. The greedy king is greedy. It's natural to want to hug everyone. Mamon, he was a greedy bastard. ”

Citri smiles widely. She kisses the dragon's forehead as she did to Elun.

“This is as far as service goes. We look forward to seeing you again next time. ”

Citri retreats. With a playful gesture of hands, Pure White covers the dragon's spirit.

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The dragon opened its eyes. The Demon King's room was still, whether Yuria and GO had gone back while cleaning.

Dragon took a big breath. I teased my finger and put the reports that Lucia had submitted back in the air.

One of them.

I saw it, but I deliberately postponed it.

The door to the room is completed.

It was as if I was waiting for the moment when I put the fight against Embryo in front of me.

Yongho grins. I teased my hand to remove the report. It wasn't that I didn't want to go back. I wanted to see my father and my friends. I wanted to eat chicken or cola.

But not now.

It was already decided when restarting the door of the space.

After protecting the Mamon family, Yongho's own home.

After the fight with Embryo.

“Lucia.”

[Yes, Master.]

“Tell Skazaha to hurry up the recovery of the slavers. I have something I have to do tomorrow. ”

I decided.

So all we have to do now is stop and turn around and go straight.

Dragon has risen from the throne. I headed to Vergrim's workshop to get some equipment for the handheld skull.

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Gu Zion was not like Citri's memory.

Facing the dragon, he bursts into an unparalleled smile.

“Skazaha was right. I've never seen a gazelle like Little Lord before. I've been guarding the Arena for over a thousand years... but I've never seen anything like this before. ”

The housewives of the Mamon Family, who were in the low audience, were also embarrassed.

Kaiwan, who was standing next to Gu Zion, did not hide his insanity. You smile nervously and ask the dragon, jawing.

“Are you sure you're okay with this? ”

“That's enough.”

The swift dragon didn't look back. Behind the back of the dragon was not only Katarina, but the entire Mamon family of enslavers.

None of the housewives who had ever visited the Arena brought all the servants.

There were a number of reasons.

It was dangerous for the non-resident to challenge the Arena, so the enslaved workers who possessed Mamon's Legacy were afraid that they would become stronger than themselves, so even if they were enslaved, they wouldn't want to share the opportunity of the Arena, so they were worried that more people who knew the secret would grow, etc.

There was only one thing that caught the mind of the dragon.

Danger of the Arena.

However, if Brigada were to share their power, the risk would be greatly reduced if subsequent servicemen could refrain from challenging the layers under Yongho's control.

‘When leaving, everyone has been promoted. ’

I was just not satisfied with keeping it.

Nor the north, nor the east, will dare to cross the Mamon Family.

The battle with Embryo begins now.

I didn't have much time. But dragon hoes and slave laborers were bound to make it.

The guards step forward one by one.

Each of them started a challenge.

Chapter 40 - The End of Completion, Chapter 41 - The Sword of House Mamon

The End

chu Yong-ryong