197. The Ecosystem of The Nightmare
I knew the reward for finding the rules would be extraordinary.
Remembering the fact that the Dark Spirit hadn’t told me about it, I thought it must be such a valuable item that it wouldn’t be strange even if it was attacked by others.
But this.
“You have obtained more than I thought.”
Let’s quietly infuse mana. Remegeton resonates with me and emits a subtle black light.
Because I’ve been using this for a while, I was sure.
It was a real Lemegeton, called the Ghost Stone.
But even so, I can’t help but wonder. It was a question of whether something of this level could be created casually.
‘No matter how hard it is, there’s no way I can make it like a mass-produced type.’
Nevertheless, the texture and effect that fit my hand was definitely Remegeton.
“It’s strange.”
This mansion.
So, even though I had only been there for a short while before the nightmare, it was certain that it was a very strange place.
There are characters from the past, but there is no limit to releasing information about the future to them.
At the same time, things like Remegeton are squeezed like a very light reward.
The moment I thought about it for a while because there were not one or two ambiguous parts.
Kwaaang!
A strong shock sound coming from outside.
Judging from the momentary reverberation of the wall, it seemed that something bumped into it.
Boom! Bang! Bang!
However, the shock does not stop there. A woman’s scream that sounds like a tear.
When she hurriedly opened the door and stepped outside, in her hallway, a huge man was snorting, punching her woman into her wall and swinging her fists.
“Again! Where again! Once! Say it!”
Boom! Bang! Bang!
A man with tanned skin who appears to be a guest in another room. It was the first face he had seen, but he knew who the woman he was hitting was.
A woman who was sewing her own hands when she first came here.
She hasn’t even been able to scream since the first time, and she’s been beaten over and over again.
Her body was distorted, and she seemed to have lost consciousness after the first scream.
I wanted to stop it, but I just peeked out my head, or the other people who came out of the room were just watching, blunt.
I was a little surprised to see that there were old people and even small children, but anyway.
“Tell me again! What? What are my bones What are you doing with my skin?”
I’m guessing she’s a woman, just like she did to me earlier, looking at her male body and giving it her own taste.
Quad Deuk!
In the end, the sound of her bones breaking violently informed her that she was no longer of this world.
The man hurriedly lowers her hand, and her woman slides across her floor.
“After! A crap b*tch.”
The man who patted his hands saying he was cool warns us with gritted teeth, perhaps noticing that we were looking at him.
“What are you looking at? If you don’t want to be the same, then turn your eyes away.”
Only one little boy, who was sticking his head out at the snarling of a hot-tempered man, swept into the room, but the rest did not.
One of them, a young man with ponytailed hair, asked with a smile, his hands behind her back.
“Looking at your bronzed skin, are you a hero of the German kingdom?”
“Ah? Yes, it is Jortu of the German kingdom.”
A hulking man who introduced himself as Jortura. Then the man with ponytails replied with a smile.
“It is said to be a cow of an empire.”
“Hanso? Are you ignorant?”
Hanso was a person I knew. It is also mentioned in the game separately, but to be precise, there was a time when he helped his soul find rest.
‘I was a victim of Margan’s dinner party.’
Hanso was with a delegation from an empire. Before I came forward, he had already been defeated by Magan and died.
At the time, he was quite a wrinkled old man, but now that he is young, it was assumed that he was probably in his prime.
Joe Letou strokes his chin and looks down at Hanso with a subtle expression.
“The Hanso I know is a middle-aged man who is quite old, right?”
“I still haven’t quite figured out what kind of place this is.”
At the reaction of a cow who laughed uncharacteristically for a young man, Joe Letou, furious, swung his fist straight away.
f*ck!
Hanso’s fist, which was thrown at a speed that could not be followed by the eye, hit Jortu’s stomach and fell out before he knew it.
Watching Joe Letoux kneel down, he quietly turns his head, thinking that victory or defeat has been decided.
In fact, the one thing that kept catching my eye rather than the two of them from a while ago was a woman who was ruined as much as possible.
‘There was little blood.’
At that level, it was enough to wet her floor, but too little blood flowed from her.
From noble mtl dot com.
Thinking about that, let’s check the woman.
She got out of her seat before she knew it and was crawling to room 108, her own room.
Kikkik.
Bang.
A woman who entered her room without even letting go of her moans, with her body apparently dead.
She seemed to know what kind of human being she was, although she had felt it earlier.
‘It must have been a corpse.’
Just now, she’s not quite sure if it’s her real body, or a corpse she’s using as her body.
In any case, it meant that her woman’s life was not greatly affected compared to Joe Letoux’s efforts.
“Gagging! Whoa!”
In the meantime, Zortu was screaming while crouching, as if he had been beaten several times by Hanso.
At that time.
Poo Woo Woo!
A black blade surged through his crouching spine.
Hanso, who was smiling smirkingly, widened his distance in embarrassment.
Zortu coughed up blood from his back and mouth, closed his eyes, and the 18-year-old Dark Spirit walked behind him with cold footsteps.
“Noisy.”
At the grim word that came out as a warning, all the other guests who had been outside, except for Hanso this time, went back into the room.
The ominous energy unique to a necromancer rides through her shadow and spreads around.
“Even a wicked man could take her life so carelessly.”
Her only one that didn’t back down was her brow furrowed and warned her, but the dark spirit didn’t budge.
“I don’t think there is any family that cares less about their lives than the necromancer.”
“I wish I could take my own life so lightly.”
“I want you to know that twisting your neck is no different than twisting the neck of a chicken.”
Two people glaring at each other without even stepping back. While watching it silently.
The blood of Jortu spreading profusely on the floor gradually rises into the air, and letters begin to be written.
-22. The deceased guest leaves behind the rules he knew.
-23. The deceased guest’s belongings remain unclaimed in the mansion.
-24. When a guest dies, the room the guest is staying in opens. Until then, entry is prohibited even if the owner of the ark permits it.
“Is there a way like this?”
Looking at the letters made of blood floating in the air, the Dark Spirit stroked his chin saying he was interested.
The letters written in the floating blood fell back to the floor and soaked Jortu even more miserably.
After Hanso and the Dark Mage check the rules, they look at each other again.
“If you’re thinking of killing other people to find out the rules, you better not do it.”
At the solemn warning, the dark mage gave a rather fishy sneer.
“Looking at it now, it looks like this guy made a fuss just trying to figure out and use the other rules?”
“… ….”
My thoughts were the same.
It’s fair to say that when Jortoux kills a guest, he’ll get it when it comes to rules and rewards, so he’s deliberately taking chances.
As if he couldn’t deny that, Hanso kept his mouth shut.
“It seems that if there is someone who has already figured out the rules, there will be a separate reward.”
Though he regrets it, the dark mage recites that he has learned one thing.
I recognize again that the atmosphere is quite different from the dark spirit I know, but she warns me, who is standing still behind Hanso, for no reason.
“I was a necromancer, so I helped you earlier. It’s the same if you’re annoying too. Don’t think you’ll get special treatment.”
If you look at her hedgehog-like thorns, you can immediately feel how harmful the current Dark Spirit has become.
But she doesn’t bother.
She was close to bluffing, if I had to put it that way.
She has discovered a rule that won’t be strange if her life is attacked anytime, anywhere.
Listening to her thorny words, I naturally turned my gaze to Zortu, but the Dark Spirit added one more word, perhaps thinking that she was being ignored.
“Why? Do you think she might be a demon? Most of those people do whatever they want to do, so they don’t carry any regrets to the point of becoming evil spirits.”
She was a dark wizard who could only see evil spirits with strong lingering feelings and resentment, so she said it indifferently.
With spiritual eyes, I can of course see all spirits.
‘The soul is invisible.’
I wasn’t sure if the just-dead Zortu actually had no soul, or if his soul had been absorbed somewhere before I knew it.
Even the man who was Ophelia’s lover at the moment didn’t have a soul.
“Ha, not funny.”
Since I didn’t show much reaction, the dark mage went up to the second floor.
Come to think of it, she came down from the second floor even in her first appearance, and it seemed like she needed to check what was there.
At that time, the maids appeared out of nowhere.
The girls, dressed in neat yet old-fashioned maid outfits and with pale skin that looks pale, perhaps with heavy makeup, bow their heads deeply to me and Hanso.
“I will remove the body.”
“Sorry for the inconvenience caused to traffic.”
As I stared at the scene of wiping the blood soaking the floor and removing the corpse of Jortu, Hanso sneaked up to me.
“Hello, 110 is the last number.”
“I just came in.”
“Hmm, can I know your name?”
Hanso politely asks.
It gave me a very strange feeling to know what the ending would be for the man in front of me.
“Deius Verdi. I am from Northwedon.”
“Gryphon in Northwedon? I’m sorry. My knowledge is short, so I don’t know who you are.”
Of course I don’t know.
At Hanso’s age, Deus wasn’t even born yet.
Perhaps Hanso knew that, so I was implicitly giving him a chance to introduce himself.
But I kept my eyes on Jortu’s corpse rather than Hanso.
For some reason, I felt like I couldn’t take my eyes off it.
“Hmm? What’s wrong?”
I looked at the body of Jortu being carried away on a stretcher while remaining silent at the question of Hanso, who was chattering next to me.
Where are they going with that corpse?
The moment you feel that way.
His blood began to drip and move on the floor.
Soon after that, it floats the shapes of letters.
-28. There are no servants in Nightmare War.
Sweep!
The handwriting was quickly erased by the maid’s wiping.
As I slowly raised my gaze on the dirty mop, the round eyes of the pale maid she was mopping in were staring at me.
She looks at me like a doll without blinking, with her eyes wide open as if her eyes would fall out if I pat her on the back of the head.
Perhaps he’s trying to figure out if I just saw that phrase.
Keeping an expressionless expression is unfortunately my specialty. Rather, when I looked at her from this side as if there was something wrong, I tried to wipe away the blood again.
Craft!
The space in front of me shuddered, and soon a long, golden pole protruded from there.
The reward for finding the rule was given.
“Meng Cheon Wu Peak?!”
Hanso shouted in surprise as if he knew about this weapon.
The two maids’ terrifying gazes were already fixed on me.
“You see.”
Remegeton was made by Leoric, no? Maybe he mass produced it, kidding kek 🤣