Hero without Blood or Tear

Kaitus, the Underworld King, has been waiting for the man in the prophecy all along. It was because there was no time to dig up the body of the stature buried on the ground alone. No matter how strong he was, he was the one who touched the Holy Spirit.

‘Work requires a mortal approaching the Divine Spirit. Does he have such unusual conditions? ’

But I didn't want to rush you. Caitus has spent a long time in this well and has suffered numerous frustrations and disappointments. Rarely, he would be noticed by someone who would provoke him, but not quite as crazy as I expected.

‘I have to watch. ’

* * *

Life in the tunnels in the well was painful. Everything was a mess just because the night went on, and the darkness that was pressing on everything didn't retreat.

“Speed it up! ”

I've summoned 11 captive slaves to mine for gems. I had no choice but to survive here and get what I needed.

The mine was extremely hot because it didn't blow a breeze. The place wasn't hard to dig for jewelry because it was cramped. I had to make every effort to bend my body and break hard rocks.

“A pickaxe is a prop. ”

The pickaxe, which has been fed here, has to be bought regularly. Instead of escaping the well, it was a structure that was always bound as a slave. You can't go back after you've dug up the jewelry normally.

“Why aren't you wearing those hard boots? ”

I saw a slave working barefoot and asked. The back of his foot is wound like it was hit by a falling stone.

“I can't help it. The humidity in this cave is terrible. A few days after you put on those shoes, you get a whole bunch of them. A hole in the wet sole is drilled like a bear. ”

But even such hot boots have a place to use for work, so they are precious.

However, it was a bit of a drug. Terribly, they were growing mold in people's bodies. If I scratch it, I get a red boil, and then my pus fills up. If I was scratched and exploded, I would leave an unsightly scar or lead to a new infection.

So here, even though the naked beauty wandered around, no one looked back. It was because everyone's skin was messed up and their breath was horrible.

I had a hard time talking to others. My breath was unbearable. It was a mess of inflammation in their mouths.

“What a shitty world. ”

That's what they say when they deal with the existence of darkness. In the end, this is how we destroy it.

I thought I wouldn't, but I was no different from those slaves over there. I fell to hell because I was attacked by someone crouching in a grave.

Ugh.

I split my teeth. I thought there was something I could do if I could give that son of a bitch a shot. But reality is a miner with ten slaves.

There was no way to know what was going to happen. It's nice to have been hot in and out for the first time, but it looks like you've been planted by the masters here.

There were all kinds of threats and distractions everywhere. However, there were no major clashes because I avoided the outskirts of the faint tunnels between slaves and jewellery.

“They think they know the topic. ”

“Yes?”

When I asked myself to become a slave, I scratched my head. I'm ticklish.

“The lords here are busy arguing forces among themselves. There was a strange rookie out there somewhere, so he took care of it, so he just handed it over. ”

“... You're a wise man. ”

“I see, but the only problem is the outskirts of the mines don't make much gems. I don't even have to earn a day to eat. ”

Ka 'ang!

I swing a pickaxe, too. Play for a day or two, because I'm tired of sitting around and digging up people's jewelry.

Should we gather our forces and attack one of the most worthy rulers? It's tempting, but I don't know how the other rulers will react if they reveal their ambitions.

The problem was that I still didn't have a good understanding of the world's periods. I was worrying about it all by myself, but I heard a strange sound.

- Hello?

It was the voice of a cute girl. At first I looked around for someone to call me. However, there were only the voiceless immigrants nearby. No one could call me fresh like this.

- Hello? Ignore now?

- Is that a hallucination?

I wanted to be a damn well. I can't believe I'm hearing this.

I'm waking up for the first time!

- Awakening?

No, what are you talking about? You put down your pickaxe and sit on the back of your head.

- Who's that?

Suddenly, he appears in my head and talks to me, and I am alert.

- Now you're interested? It's too late.

- Who the hell are you?

No matter how hard I think about it, I don't recognize the voice.

- I'll let you know as soon as I know. I'm a Noumidian fraud. Ta-da!

- …… what?

I had to ask to be stupid. The deceivers of Noumidia are a surprise to me.

- You must have put it in a magic zipper.

- Awakened.

- It's not far from here.

- Awakened.

- How did you get this far?

- Awakened.

Let's not talk.

- …….

Apparently, Valfur had received an SS + grade armor from the goddess, the Trickster of Noumidia. However, I didn't wake up, so I didn't wear it all the time. It was just solid armor.

It's because the "cursed birth" that I've been wearing has ripened my body and improved my stats. I was just thinking that the cursed birth should be smashed around and around.

- How did you wake him up?

- It's a condition. The owner will be a person of character or divinity, and meet with a great army of darkness. These two things were essential for me to wake up from.

- In short, the power of both factions needed to be stimulated?

Of course, you're not as smart as me. I think it's good to understand quickly.

Was I inspired when I started to have divinity? Then you met the one crouching in the grave and achieved the rest of the conditions.

- Aren't you an idiot, by the way? As soon as I woke up, my fate was shit from the start.

- The enemy is the Dark Army. There was no way.

That said, the conman of Noumidia laughs in a cortical manner.

- Here, here. He's really troubled because he's not learning. I lied to the Dark Army in the past.

- No, that's it, because you're a legendary ambassador... No, it's weirder.

I can't believe the trickster of Noumidia was such a young girl. It's like talking to a lifetime of cheerfulness. When the user talks about this feeling, the target laughs again.

- As expected, the patron is far from here. Do you really think I'm a little girl?

At that moment, I couldn't wait. A girl with a completely cute voice and attitude, but the opponent is an ambassador. Oh, you've been crying since the beginning.

- Hey, I look like an old man to you?

Suddenly, the voice changed, the trickster of Noumidia. There was no other old man who was completely old, and the conman of Noumidia kept changing his voice and attitude.

There was nothing that made me old and couldn't act like a young man or a child. The more I did, the more I had to swallow a bitter smile. It's because I've come to think of middle-aged people who seem sly when I say that they are tricksters in Noumidia.

- Sir, don't get prejudiced.

The opponent is now a loving priest. His voice was as warm as the sun, like a prominent priest of a church. Amazing. Is this the Ambassador?

- Hey, junior. How do you think this body deceived the forces of darkness in the past?

- I don't know.

- Simple, to trick the Dark Army into acting the Dark Army.

I'm so embarrassed that my mouth will open. The opposing Pokémon differs from me in dimension. He was a true actor and a fraud. Even the Dark Army deceives us.

It was the ultimate form of smoke and deception. I didn't know the nature of the opponent. I couldn't figure out whether he was old, young, male, female, or anything.

- Are you disappointed in yourself?

The trickster of Noumidia returns to the voice of the first girl.

- Well... I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by the difference.

- Hoho, it's okay. It's not fun to be good in the first place.

Yeah, you don't have to be frustrated to see a bigger picture. Her (?) could do for me.

- Okay, what do you want?

- I'm glad you recovered so quickly. It's simple. I'm competent. I'm here to help you.

Of course it can't be free. I asked him what he wanted.

- You don't think it's free?

- Only idiots like free food.

My demands are clear. Help me feel confident.

- Credibility?

Helping Aquila instead of the past was all about self-esteem, and I ended up losing money. But it's not too late. I think you can help me. Isn't that right?

- Hmm...

I never thought of this again. What the impostors of Noumidia wanted was a path of self-esteem. That's why I helped Aquila. I guess it didn't work out.

Then I'll show you the benefits of joining me.

- Tell me.

- Did you know there's always something worthwhile hidden in a dangerous place? I bet a life on the line like yours could reach something.

Obviously. I nodded without knowing. All the good I've done so far has been in dangerous places.

- Are you telling me there's something precious hidden in this Temen Ankey?

You're sensitive to the smell of money. There's blood just like mine.

- You like money.

- In fact, he's been called Susan Fury more than a con man in his life. Hehe.

Somehow I met an incredible opponent.

- So, what does she promise you? What do we have here?

- A lot of things. I can't get everything, but I can promise my successor what he needs right now. How about Progr? mma Mortis?

- Prog... what?

No, why is this guy talking so hard?

- Programma Mortis.

- Programma Mortis?

- You'll be interested when you hear it.

- Well, he was bluffing and nothing worked.

The conman of Noumidia laughs, empathizing with what I have to say. Because bragging is one of the fundamental elements of fraud.

-Listen to me. Programma Mortis is a constant set of commands created by the one crouching in the grave. It's a kind of orb that outlines the combat system, the process of technology, and how to achieve darkness and magic. Giant Orb.

- No, wait...

I felt goosebumps as soon as I felt something. A collection of commands.

My head is spinning with self-interest. He was a good friend, too.

- If that's all I need, I can be free of the one crouching in the grave!

Obviously, the programmatic Mortis must be some sort of algorithm of sponsorship from someone crouching in a grave to a mortal.

- The knowledge of the successor is remarkable. Honestly, I'm a little surprised to hear that right away.

The transcendents have a certain system for empowerment. I can't handle it if you don't.

As a transcendent, do this, do that. You can't empower me every time you do that. So there is an automated device that acts as a broker. A window that allows you to exert the power of your own accord.

- It could be a creature or an inanimate creature. I've heard that transcendents use their divine existence as their surrogates, and they've just created spectacular artifacts like programmatic Mortis.

Oh, man.

Suddenly I hear a clap.

- The knowledge of his successor moved him quite a bit. I honestly feel like it's worth it.

-Thank you for that. Is that what I think it is to help...?

- …….

You hear no answer for a moment. I soon realized it was intentional. I liked him very much, but he was a master. I knew it, sir.

Knowing the target's intentions, I feel the urge to open my mouth first. The cold sweat flowed slightly, and the answer came back when I tried to open my mouth quickly.

I'll help you steal programmatic Mortis! Let's fuck whoever's crouching in the grave. If you take it and run away with it, his patronage will be suspended for a while. In short, every single person on every planet in the material system without blood or tears will be unemployed! Except for you!

Yikes.

The gummy bears tug and the tail of your mouth goes up viciously.

- That is so fucked up.

- Cook, I'd be more motivated to drop another cliff!

With program Mortis, we no longer need the support of those crouching in the grave. Without him, we'll be able to grow to our limit while maintaining the power of the bloodless and tearless.

- Sir, it's not too early to get excited. Haha, this Temen Ankee has more treasure to steal.

-... how do you know so well?

Knowledge was confident, but the opponent thought it would give me something I didn't even think of.

- It's simple, I've been here in my life. I was stuck in that well for about 150 years.

What is this?

He's your cell mate, right?