Dungeon Reset

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“This is it. The last lair of the forest tribes. ”

Emperor.

Standing at the height of the relentless authority engraved on the two letters and the violence stained with the blood of many humans.

In front of him, the paladins bowed in homage and gathered their mouths.

“Yes, Emperor. ”

“This is the area where the last traces of witches were found. ”

“This must be Harun, the sanctuary of the forest tribes from the ancient literature. ”

“Hmm.”

In their reply, the fierce flame of greed rose in Emperor Babun's eyes.

Forest tribes.

The grass grows on the ground if only it existed, and the species are blessed by nature with flowers blooming.

If plants were not on solid rocks and deserts that could never be rooted, forests would inevitably form in their area.

How about Harun, the holy place where they live the most?

“If the water of the world existed, it would be hidden here in the forest, Lord. ”

Yeah, that's exactly what I wanted to hear.

A smile leaked from the mouth of Emperor Bamum.

World number.

A legendary tree that will give you eternal life.

For him who had achieved all the riches on this earth, the last remaining dream was only to transcend the limits of life.

And now the destination was right in front of me.

“So you found it? ”

“…… Still searching, unfortunately. ”

The paladins' heads lowered deeper as they reported the progress.

“According to the magic of exploration, there seems to be a huge unknown barrier in this forest. ”

“If I remove the seal, I believe the number of worlds the emperor seeks will reveal. ”

“We are now embarking on an evolutionary quest to pull out the bunnies hiding in the rabbit hole. ”

“Burn all the forests, and the last place the rabbits will go will be the World Water Area. ”

It was a simple but cruel strategy.

The forest must exist in order for the tribe of the forest to breathe.

If there are no forests around, they make themselves grow flowers and grass beneath their feet.

But what if all the plants around us were to turn into a dead land that couldn't grow?

In the end, they had to go to the ‘largest tree’ around them to live.

The paladins' answer was satisfactory.

However, what came out of his mouth was not a compliment, but a reprimand.

“Oh, but what if you burn the world to the ground? ”

Hmph.

The paladins tremble in unison while bowing down to the Emperor's rebuke.

He was always like this.

Pretending to know and not know.

In other words, it was Emperor Bamum who had the authority to wipe out a city from the map overnight.

If he had a small hobby, he would relive his grandeur by enjoying the beekeeping of his wicked jokes.

And if I didn't like the reaction, I killed him without hesitation.

The paladins lay at his feet, desperately opening their mouths.

“I'm sorry!”

“I have sinned! ”

And made excuses.

“One, we have a way to evolve this fire at any time! ”

“If we find the water of the world, we will immediately summon the ‘Ghost’ and embark on our evolutionary work! ”

Among the paladins who worshipped the sun god, there was a 'Ghost Summoner’.

If you summon the spirits living in the fire around you, you will be able to evolve a burning forest.

“Good. If it's a ghost, it'll be easier to put out a fire. ”

With Emperor Bamum's satisfied voice, the paladins were relieved.

Emperor Bamum gave orders to the paladins with open arms.

“Now, it's time. Arise, my knights, and slay the witches. And give me the number of the world. For my eternal life! ”

“To Emperor Bamum! ”

In one voice, the vigor of the paladins rose up and pierced the sky.

Flash!

Light of light rises above their golden armor.

“Lord of the Sun! Protect us!”

Pa!

“This is a temple! Even at the cost of our lives, we carry out a great mission! ”

Flash!

They worship the sun god, paladins!

The Sun God's blessing is engraved upon their armor.

“Burn the forest! ”

“Wake up, demon! ”

Bloop! Bloop! Bloop!

“Kill the witches! ”

“To the Emperor! ”

And the true disaster came upon Harun.

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< What the hell were you thinking? >

Solia couldn't understand the downside.

Jungdown wanders through the forest, leaving all the creatures of the forest behind.

It was like a leisurely walk just by walking.

< Are you going to kill yourself?! >

Solia wanted to dry down.

Shadow art is a forbidden art that brings memories to life through shadows.

Jungdown used that magic to enter into the memories of the past engraved on Bashan's tomb.

< The past is just the past. This whole shadowy world is a sham. No matter what you do here, nothing will change. >

“Different? Little Memory is still living happily in Arachne's tower. ”

< It was a dungeon! But this isn't a dungeon! This world of shadows is just a piece of memory engraved on Harun. >

“Does that mean Hidden Stage? ”

I was sure.

Dungeons reward you for killing a helper.

But if you kill Vabun, the servant, will you give me something?

Even if it is a fiction that exists in the world of shadows.

“You said your helper was a ghost or a spirit after all. ”

Miang?

As Jungdown said, he threw down droplets from memory at the Shadow Cats.

Then the quickest one came cold and swallowed the drops.

Daughter.

It was at last the moment I hoped there would be three Grimbells.

“Khh! Yes! Now that I'm four, it's worth a shot! Boys, wake up! ”

Niyaang!

Three Grimbells and fourteen ordinary Shadow Servants slowly stood up around him.

Chungdown ordered them.

“Come, let's work together to create a hideout for the forest tribes to hide in! Don't just make one, make several. We need to confuse what's real over there. ”

He divided the Shadow Servants into four groups, three of which he and three of which he commanded, and split them into four groups.

“Build a tall building and the paladins will recognize it from a distance. Let's dig a deep hole first and build a bomb shelter beneath it. It would be better if we connected underground, right? ”

“Myao.”

They were extraordinary people who listened well.

And the Grimbels start digging at an incredible rate.

The addition of Grimbel seemed to have one more person standing down.

At least when it comes to digging.

Skillless Shadow Servants have cleared up the mess so Grimbells can focus solely on digging.

Of course, my hands and feet were faked.

< This is really useless. Jung Wook, you really.... >

I'm suddenly curious about Sollia's constant nagging.

“Sollia, whose side are you on? When were you gonna kill me, and now you're worried about me? You're not actually an owl, are you? ”

< Neither. It's an owl! And... it's not an owl here, it's just a voice. >

“Voice?”

< Yes, the voice of the goddess can only be heard by ‘that child’. That's who I am. >

Solia's voice becomes confused.

< Whose side am I on? I was born to answer her prayers from the beginning. >

“Ah……. ”

I realized the truth.

What was written in the Witch's diary about Sollia.

Is the god I pray to every day a man or a woman?

< The best ‘prayer’ is not to bless God, but to have a conversation. Praying to God every day means chatting every moment with God. >

At least for the lonely girl who lived in the tower, prayer meant that.

I'm a false god who was born for it from the beginning. >

Solia was literally born to talk to memory.

It was just a 'voice’ to listen to the poor and lonely girl's voice and make peace with her.

“What, the goddess was a ghost? ”

< …… I won't deny it. Goddesses without powers are ghosts and hawks. >

Solia mutters loudly.

What the goddess who was born to answer the prayer of a girl was extremely limited.

Just watching.

Having a conversation from time to time.

That was the best comfort I could give as a false god, as his "sister."

I wish I had a sister who always protects me and keeps me pretty.

“Good.”

< … good? >

Jungdown said as he went through the bush.

“Yes, good. That would be very helpful. Especially when you're lonely and bored. ”

< ……. >

Solia couldn't say anything when she saw the smile on her face.

That wasn't just a word to comfort yourself.

Jungdown was genuinely empathetic to 'memory’.

When I'm digging in the ground by myself, I come to talk to him sometimes.

“That alone is enough to keep selling the land. Until the end.”

Yeah, forever.

A vague fear that maybe we should be stuck inside.

Despite everything, Samuchi is lonely.

He doesn't really help me when I come and talk to him sometimes.

Jungdown smiles at the loathing rabbit's face.

“I have one, too. That useless bastard. It's useless, to say the least, but it's always a pleasure to have a friend call you with no business. ”

He reaches out into the air and shouts.

“Gate installed! Open sesame! ”

I wanted to get the rabbit out.

But...

[Gate could not be installed.]

Pa 'a.

The golden light lingers in his hands for a moment, then grumbles as he disappears.

“What a waste. Sollia, can't you really set up a gate here? ”

< …… Yes. This world of shadows has no coordinates, so we can't open a gate that can go both ways. >

“Then what about going back to the world? ”

< In order to do that, we have to go back to the number of worlds. So let's just go back, okay? Even the golems you boast about can't be summoned here. >

“Well, that's okay. You can open your belongings. I left a few Golems Cores in my possession just in case. ”

No matter how much Sollia begged, it was still a floating point.

“Don't worry. No matter what happens, it doesn't matter because it's in the past. What kind of sick game is this? ”

“If anything goes wrong, you're dead! ”

“Huh? When did you follow me? ”

As Jungdown looks back, the memory holding the rabbit doll is breathing heavily.

“Why are you walking so fast! ”

“I walked slowly. Why are you so tired? ”

“I'm a person who walks less than 100 meters a day! ”

You make fun of her, grumbling with a reddened face.

“You're going to regress your legs, aren't you? You're too lazy, aren't you? ”

“Don't make fun of me. You should have stayed locked up in the attic ever since you were a kid. ”

He really didn't know a word.

Jungdown suddenly remembers the rabbit and laughs.

The tribes of the forest follow behind the memory.

Not all of them followed, but some of them were even and elite.

As you look at them, your head shrugs.

“I've come this far, but I don't want to go back. Do you want to fight? ”

“What can we... help you with?" ”

“I'd do anything for the forest. ”

The tribes of the forest give him an awkward look.

It was my first time working with a human being who had always persecuted them.

“You'll do anything? That's a nice thing to say. ”

Twitch?

The tribes of the forest felt a chill in their smiling faces.

And I could see the reason for the horror in his words.

“Then let's cut down the tree. Until the forest grows angry. ”

…… Yes?

A moment of silence passed.

“ ……! ”

“What now? ”

Scary forest tribes.

In their hands, the sinister axe begins to be handed out one by one.

“And use my axe, if possible. I'm the only one who hates Querkus. ”

“ ……! ”

Solia realizes.

What is the intention of sincerity.

< You're... crazy! This isn't what Shadow Arts is for! >

Shadow secret crafted to reminisce about Bondi's memories.

The secret art has brought true disaster to Harun now.