Dungeon Maker

Chapter 68 - Acceptance

The parquet leaves a sharp wound as it travels through the chasm. The breezy faint smell of blood spread widely.

Samael was dying. The loss of one wing and the left arm was also large, but even more so, Abraxas' magic imprisoned Samuel's body and outer parts.

The magic of Abraxax, with snake blood, was poison itself. As Abraxax's magic wears off, the last handful of poison consumes Samael's soul and magic.

Citri, who hid herself between the cracks of the rock, hugged Samael tightly. I put her head in my chest to share a little warmth.

I couldn't see very well. Citri herself was either addicted to the poison of Abrahaxax or simply weakened.

Samael's "fastest wings" as the Demon King had the power to make space leaps. He did not have sin and wonder, but he made a significant difference in his performance from the power of Strabody, one of the five directors considered equal to the king, who was the ruler of the eastern part of the void.

Citri was not able to clearly locate herself and Samael at this time. However, it was certain that the dungeon itself was a considerable distance from the headquarters. They probably jumped hundreds of kilometers.

My head is dizzy. On the day Mamon died, the scar on the carved soul reopened greatly. The excessive use of the power of Natai was more than I could have imagined.

However, Citri was forced to once again use the power of Natai. Monsters are gathering to see if you can smell the blood spreading on the strand. I had to avoid the fight somehow. Even a small group of ogres could become life-threatening adversaries in their condition.

One of the traits of Natai, Hidden Power, enveloped Citri and Samael. I freed them from the world.

‘Samael.'

In addition to Abraxax poisoning, there was another reason why Samuel was in serious condition. And that's why it distracted Citri.

Samael's magic suddenly weakens to a certain point. Moreover, it was not just a weakness. The maximum amount of magical power itself has been reduced.

The change that led to the death of the slave workers was evident. I couldn't think of any other reason.

The three betrayed directors were in control of the dungeon hall. I have already acquired a special auction house for the Dungeon Chamber, Samael's main office. It was only a matter of time before Samael's entire force fell into the hands of the three directors.

I had to inform Dragon Ho. I had to warn the king of violence and the king of fury. At this rate, everyone was left speechless.

‘Mamon……. ’

Citri closes her eyes, grooming Samael. It was hard to stay conscious anymore. The water leaks from the broken vessel, relentlessly leaking from the wound of the soul.

The thunderstorm blows. Citri's last breath of strength fades unconsciously. I fell into deep sleep.

&

It was always a difficult morning for Catarina, but not for Yuria.

I literally jumped up and down as if I couldn't control the power that was flowing through my body.

“This is a crib. Next to this is a crib. And there's the white guy! ”

Yuria's room, also known as the 'nursery', was very spacious. Yuria pointed to the beds of friends who share a room with the same hands. The baby dungeon meerkats were miniature beds that would be perfect for puppet play, and the bouquets were large enough for Ogres to lie on.

“Heave-ho!”

“Woof!”

Like Yuria, she jumps up and down, raising her voice. Both of them smiled very well.

But the last designated white-wolf, once the leader of the pack of wolves who followed Embrio, remained silent with a complex expression. Unlike GO, he was a white man who kept the shape of a four-legged beast, so he left a soft blanket and straw to lean on instead of the bed.

I was upset that the white man didn't respond properly, but it was only for a moment. Yuria turns around and points to a pink bed opposite the bed of the GOU. Hanging apart from the roof of the bed as well as the curtain was a royal bed.

“This is my bed. Isn't it pretty? This blanket was bought by Ms. Kaiwan in Gaju's hometown. ”

Yuria boasts a soft, fluffy cotton blanket. I looked at his face and asked him to touch it.

Skazar, the craftsman who raised Yuria's tension to the ends of the sky, did not hesitate to do Yuria favors. After patting Yuria's head as well as cotton wool, she pointed to a mattress that lay large in the middle of the room and a blanket spread over it.

“Then what is this? ”

Yuria scratches her cheek instead of answering Skazaha's question. I twisted my body slightly and replied.

“Heheh heh. Everyone sleeps here at night because it's lonely in bed. ”

Somehow the beds were clean together. Skazar laughs.

“Yuria, should I sleep here with you today? ”

“Really, really, really? ”

Yuria opens her eyes and asks. Skazar replied with his eyes wide open.

“It's really, really real. ”

Yuria squeals and hugs Skazaha. Skazar closes his eyes with such Yuria in his arms. I was thankful that Yuria's room was the first place I visited after leaving the mansion in a thousand years.

“That's warm.”

“Warm.”

Gu Zion and Yongho, who were watching from afar, said with Lee Dong-sung. Especially, the gaze and voice of Gu Zion were mixed with many emotions.

“Skazar always loved children. ”

Skazar, the incarnation of life, was unable to have children between him and Gu Zion. The fundamentals were different from each other, so it was inevitable.

“The King of Fury has requested a meeting? ”

Instead of empathizing, Gu Zion brought up another story. Yongho nods slowly, thinking about his encounter with Gardi that took place yesterday afternoon.

“I think we should fight the territory of the appetite together. I'd like to discuss the details in the conference room. ”

The King of Fury did not know that the king of the appetizers was dead. If he had known that, he would have acted a little sooner.

“I think there will be more people to advise on that than me, so I'll skip it. It's just... ”

The cloudy end of the horse, Gu Zion, used to crave cigarettes to bite her mouth again. He looked back at Skazaha and Yuria, who were still holding each other tightly, then said.

“Before the meeting, I recommend you attack the 11th floor. It shouldn't be too much trouble, actually, since we've gone all the way to Lady Eustace. Even if Lucia doesn't have complete control of the 11th floor, she'll still get Yuno's approval. It's worth a shot. ”

Just as the Old Zion said. With the virgin throne guarding the 11th floor and Yunus counting the stars, Mamon's wonders were almost complete. Nothing was wrong with hurrying.

“Wh-what's with that Juno chick? Anyway, there's only good stories in the lore. Is it true?”

“As a matter of fact, it is. Not quite like Skazaha, but he has a pretty good personality. I'm a chef of the Mamon Family, and I paid for my magic support... Oh, I'm sorry. I don't suppose this is what you were wondering. If you look good, you're a pretty girl. She sure is pretty. She's as cool as a fiddle. Elun and Skazaha have a different kind of charm. ”

Gu Zion replied with a gentle voice. The flame of the Crimson Flame blazes overhead in succession.

"My Lord, your troubles have been great-"

“I've never done that. And I didn't even want to know how he looked... Bitter. ”

Amon frowns without finishing his words, with a dragon hanging from the middle. Gu Zion smiled.

“That's why I like my Nari. I'm honest.”

Dragon Hoe sighs. You turn to talk after holding Amon for Moora's voice again.

“Enough of this nonsense and let's get your slave labor furious. Everyone's been away for a long time because you're in first place. ”

“Haha, can you really handle me? ”

“I wonder if I can stay and make it to Skazaha. ”

It was not just the dragon's magical power that strengthened the coalescence. The power of greed also became stronger, allowing him to possess more slave laborers than ever before. Like Mamon, it was impossible to have 12 servants right away, but at least ten of them seemed to be able to do so.

“Why don't you do it around noon after lunch? Many other slave laborers will be more efficient when they gather together. ”

The offer of the Old Zion was quite reasonable. If we made the Old Zion a slave, it would have an immediate effect on the other slave slaves.

“Okay, I'll see you in the afternoon. ”

A moderately frustrating dragon stood up. Instead of standing up along the dragon, Gu Zion pointed out a somewhat exaggerated example with a playful smile.

“Take a look, my lord. ”

“Come.”

The dragon turns around, exaggerating in exaggeration, as if it were a match for Gu Zion. I left Yuria's room.

Ofelia and Tigrius returned to Fort Cadia last night, and Eligos was busy making a home for about a dozen new Mamon family housewives and a hundred more fighting horses near the arena.

Dragon Hoe stood alone in the Demon King's room, leaving Kaiwan, who was struggling to get up in the morning with his morning sleep. As soon as I sat on the throne, I heard Lucia's voice.

[My Lord.]

[Are you trying to reconnect to the Dungeon of Commerce?]

“I need to see Citri. There's a lot to buy to power up. ”

[Yes, sir.]

[I'll be ready right away. Please close your eyes.]

Dragon Hoe buries himself a little more comfortably on the throne. I slowly closed my eyes to the virtual space above the dungeon with a signal.

The whole white world was like yesterday. The dragon faced an empty world shrugged its shoulders in a slight disappointment. Looks like Citri hasn't come back yet.

Suddenly, the sky was red. At the same time, the endless space was cut off. The white floor quickly shrunk to a rectangle about ten meters in size, and all the rest of the space was covered in black. It was a completely different reaction from yesterday.

[Acknowledgement Number: 009]

[The progeny of the man.]

[Emergency Response 17.]

[Block all connections between the virtual space and the public network at the dungeon during the current period.]

[Permission granted only from the Maze of Greed.]

“Citri?! ”

You raised your voice reflectively. But the answer never came back. The letter of light also no longer followed.

Yongho felt ominous. It was clear that something had changed in Citri. The words‘ emergency 'made my heart flutter.

“Citri! Answer me! Citri!”

No matter how evil I tried, it didn't work. Dragon tried to stay calm. Instead of shouting indiscriminately, I thought.

This space was special. Yongho himself has always met Citri here. According to the letter of the light, Citri cut off the space from the network of Dungeon Chambers. while maintaining the connection with the Maze of Greed.

I remembered Citri the other day. The place where the memory was regenerated was also this space.

Citri occasionally appeared on the bed. I was not just acting, but I was really in a deep sleep, and I just woke up and faced the dragon.

Yongho had a hunch. This space wasn't just a handset. It was a completely different place than what other residents encountered when they accessed the dungeon's virtual space.

Private space in Citri. Her secret place.

The dragon closed its eyes and focused. Citri was strongly aspired and triggered by the power of greed.

The smoke of greed rises like a flame. It stretches out in all directions, filling in the space in no time, and coalesces to form several strands. Finally, he became one and led the way to the dragon.

A hidden secret door was revealed as the air cracked open. The smoke of greed wrapped around the door. Yongho cries out for something in it.

Again, the open dragon focused its magical power. You crack the door in half and open it. Whether the opposing Pokémon are Dragon Warriors or not, the Secret Gate allows itself to slip away so easily.

So the place is revealed. A space that is reproduced evenly over virtual space, so it is clear that it will affect the real world as well.

The smoke of greed moves again. You dig inside the secret door and wrap it around a large red jewel lying in the middle of the room.

The heart of the dungeon, connected to the soul of Citri, the identity of Citri!

Yongho once again followed the lead of greed. He puts his hand on the heart of the dungeon and talks as if he were treating Lucia. I attempted to communicate with the heart of the dungeon.

The heart of the dungeon did not reject the dragon like a secret door. You embrace it gently and let Dragon know what you want.

And how much time has passed.

“Citri.”

The dragon hurdles away from the virtual space at once and rises from its seat. There was only one thought in my head.

I had to save Citri.

End

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