Skeleton Soldier Couldn't Protect the Dungeon

“Kevin. Ashton. ”

I came across his name again at no surprise, but I might have to anticipate.

When it comes to being on the other side of the world, Ashton's name comes out as a promise.

“Why? Are you a favorite writer? ”

However, I didn't find any special touching in Nannau's tone.

You have no choice.

Seeing Ashton's book will boost the system's stats, and I'll be the only one with a drop in the myth rate.

“Well, yeah. ”

I got out early enough.

We've talked about regression and the absorption of lurium, but we haven't told anyone about the fairy tale rate yet.

“That's funny. ”

“What?”

“Take a look at the cover. ”

Surprised by the name of Kevin Ashton, the cover he hadn't even bothered to look at yet.

I turned my eyes.

On the cover was a faded picture.

A large wheelbarrow was drawn under numerous interlocked cogs, all of which were slightly twisted and connected from the middle point forward and backward.

The wheels spin like a living silver liquid.

I stared blankly at the point that followed.

“A wheelbarrow with no distinction in or out. A symbol of eternal repetition. ”

Nannau looks at my reactions eagerly.

“I still can't believe it. This is what I remembered when you said you had regrets. ”

I looked at the wheels for a moment and opened the book.

Cabin Ashton's name is written on it. There was no reason to hesitate.

It was on the first page.

“Picture. A book? ”

“Yes, a tale? Fairy tales. It feels similar. Read it slowly. ”

I sat down and exerted my strength.

[Humans were living peacefully by the river, under the mountains.

It was warm all year, and you could always try the fruit in the forest.

And she said to him,

“I don't know how we're made. But it's going well. We're happy.”

He nodded, too.

“We're happy. ”

No harpooned fish by the river, no seasoning, just bake it.

Even the most delicious boars nodded their heads.

“Humans are cool. ”

The child grew up well.

Instead of fishing, he caught fish with a net, fenced them, kept the sheep, kept the pigs.

He killed a crocodile by the river with a long spear and skinned it.

The skinned crocodile said,

“Wow, you're amazing. ”

He nodded.

“Of course. I'm a human being.” The child continues to be happy with friends

I'm alive.

Then one day, there were these big monsters.]

Bloop.

I continued to turn the page without being impressed. Is this some kind of setup?

But there, it was just a picture of a larger human being than the original human being.

However, the translucent tentacles on the back were connected somewhere.

It's not the first time I've seen it.

Hunting with Isaac.

It is similar to the crumbs of an apostle.

The black air rises from around the tentacles drawn in the book, and as it spins around, the black air rises from around the tentacles and seems to run around.

[The monsters said,

“Why don't you guys fight each other? ”

Grown-ups were embarrassed.

“Us? We...

“It's not funny.”

Before they even heard the answer, the monsters opened their mouths wide. And the humans.

I chewed it up and ate it up.

At the noise that resounded in the quiet village, people were startled and tried to run away.

But the monsters got there fast.

The two strong legs that were running to hunt the boars chewed through the bones, and the brain that was thinking about what to eat melted with the tip of its tongue.

“Hahaha!”

The monsters laughed loudly.

At some point, the monsters weren't chasing Humans.

Humans ran away with tears until they were dry.

I was hungry and thirsty, but it was too dangerous on the ground.

They fled deep underground.]

I noticed the passageway below the ground. The humans there were all faintly thin, and their posture and eyes had changed differently than before.

Because I had to go through an underground passageway where I couldn't see well, my eyes widened.

They flicker to reflect the light a little more, and in case they bump their heads, they duck down and crouch.

In the passageway, there were small letters.

“Freedom. The Path. ”

“Yes. How many times have you tried it? ”

I kept turning over the page. The scenes of monsters finding and eating humans above ground, even below the ground from which they fled, have been described as paranoid and precise.

How his flesh and muscles were torn.

How the joint was bent and pulled out, and how he sucked the blood flowing through the thinnest blood vessels.

It was a long time ago when a portrayal shouted that readers couldn't stand it without being drawn to the anatomical realm.

Until now, a different kind of illustration has appeared.

A large letter was written on the top of the human head, which was barely visible compared to the monsters.

< Construction International Theory >

The human rises abruptly and tears the monsters apart with both hands.

I drank the blood flowing from the severed neck, pulled out the tentacles, and distributed the scattered bodies and blood to the humans.

"The International Theory of Theory," he slighted his fingertips and flipped the page, continuing to write letters on human heads.

[But when I thought I'd defeated all the monsters, there was one last thing left.

“The last monster? Where is it?”

People didn't know.

But I knew theories.

The first city where people fled from monsters.

Now there's an underground monster sitting underneath the most prolific city.]

I am familiar with the story of the World Theory of Drifting International.

But the last monster?

It was the first I had heard of it.

I looked at the city depicted as an illustration.

“This is...

“It's so hard to recognize the painting, isn't it? But if you look at the outline, you can see it clearly here. ”

I didn't have to listen to Nannau. It was clear just by looking at the plain of light behind the tunnel at the gate.

It was the capital of the empire.

On the next page, a thin, black shadow comes up from the basement, and the shadow absorbs silver lurium that spins the wheels around the city. Lurium is empty, and the wheels stop one by one.

Let's take a look at that illustration.

I felt bad enough. Maybe.

[When Theory tried to defeat the monsters hiding underground...]

Maybe it was because of the void sensation that was felt right from behind.

[Fairy tale rate drops.]

[64.97% 64.51%,

The back of the sentence was completely torn off.

[Wisdom has risen 1.]

I stopped my hand and looked at Nanyau. Nannau, who was sitting in the chair, was also looking at me.

After 300 years of living, the ‘human’ gently turned his neck while fixing his gaze at me.

A silver-haired resemblance to Lurium echoes through the darkness. She opens her mouth, and her fluttering silver hair stops.

It's a ridiculous storybook. It's torn in the middle. But so was the wheelbarrow, and you absorbed the lurium. That reminded me of this book. ”

“Hmm. Nothing comes to mind. ”

“Oh, yeah?

Nannau twisted her head with one finger and tapped the table with the other.

I looked at the back cover. The wheels of the same cart are drawn.

And between the last sentence and the back cover, more than half is' torn ’.

Weird.

Fairy tale rates don't know when and how they fall.

Nevertheless, Kevin Ashton's book clearly had to read a book thoroughly in order to gain his stats.

It doesn't take much to get up, but if it was torn to pieces like this, it's natural that wisdom wouldn't rise.

Nevertheless, it was up.

Perhaps this is the end of the whole book.

Maybe it's the smoke that was torn out.

You need to focus.

“This is the last monster. Is it underground in the capital? ”

Nannau shakes her head.

“Wasn't it okay to be executed by theorists? I have a secret dossier that says there's lurium in the slander. ”

“Hmm.”

“I tore it apart, but it also means that theorem defeats the last monster and takes over the Lurium. It's an Imperial heir for all generations. Why else would the Imperial Court have control of Lurium? ”

Nannau has a point.

Transportation for the war and demolition all followed the imperial intentions thoroughly. But...

If this is such a mediocre heroic story, why was the back torn off?

Or is it just shredded?

Could this be a clue? It's not a question you can answer right now.

I asked a different question while thinking about it.

“Nanyau, have you ever tried to enter the imperial slander? ”

Trophin Nanyau.

There are very few people who live long enough to be strong in front of me. Interest in Lurium is also unlikely.

I asked him if he thought it was worth trying, but Trophin Nannau simply denied it.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. It was impossible for an unauthorized person to penetrate with force. I don't think this is the time. ”

I remembered Isaac saying that the sky, the earth, and the basement are all blocked.

No one can get in there but authorized personnel.

Lurium coming out of the abyss is also dangerous.

An unidentified gray knight appears, slaughtering everyone.

I'm the only one that's safe from him.

Break through the breach and enter the abhorrence. Maybe he's holding out.

Could it have something to do with the "Last Underground Monster" in the book?

The connection between the two...

Rarely caught.

“What are you thinking? ”

Nannau twists her legs and leans against the couch.

“Won't you share what you know about Lurium? I'll share the results of my experiments. ”

There was no reason to refuse.

The feeling of absorption of the lurium gave me more details about the exhaustion and the circuits inside Isaac drew.

“I've received something very precious. Circuits like this...! ”

Nannau continued to ask questions in astonishment. Her findings were also surprising.

Mix a drop of Lurium and inject it into a human being with information about the drugs that create explosive force, the schematic and detailed operation of the machines that power the Lurium in Ember.

“... It's hard. ”

“Let's go over this again. ”

[Repeatedly learns the concepts and principles of Mado Engineering.]

[Excellent teaching methods apply.]

[Exp. of Mado Engineering Lv.0 has increased significantly.]

At this rate, the skill level seemed to rise sooner or later.

She even produced one quarter of a drop of ruthium in front of her eyes.

“But it's made of gold. It's much more efficient if you just use it purely as magical potion. This way we can separate it from the reagents. ”

[You have learned a special recipe.]

[Magic Chemistry Lv.3 has increased marginally.]

Rather than exchanging knowledge, it was about a day after Nannau's one-sided lecture went smoothly.

Gurgle!

Familiar popularity knocks the door open and enters the cabin.

“Lena?”

“Yes, it's me. ”

As soon as she came in,

I looked.

“Have you changed your mind? ”

“Thoughts?"

“Are you sure you want to meet him? ”

He grumbled somewhere. You don't have to ask who it's about. An Imperial caravan. I'm talking about a hunting dog who plays the part of a tribute.

“Of course.”

“Phew.”

Lena raises one eyebrow and sighs briefly.

She opens her mouth without hesitation.

“I've arranged a position with Leandro. I didn't even give him time to think about it... He just set a date like that. Tonight. ”

“Tonight? ”

“Yes, or he won't see you. I don't think it's empty. ”

“You're a man of your word. ”

Nannau helped.

“You're accompanying your great-grandfather, aren't you? ”

“Of course.”

“First of all, I'm relieved. But be careful, be careful. I said I'd meet him. I didn't say I wouldn't kill him. ”

Nannau chuckles and fixes the sickle next to her. I don't know what she's good at, but I'm sure Lena 'll be fine with it.

Moreover, even without a companion, I wanted to meet the erl anyway.

“Very good. Where?”

“It's my choice. It's the seventh atomizer cemetery. ”