20. I don’t need it!
As Lucas, the boss of the artificial dungeon, dies and even the black slate that controlled the space was shattered, the distorted space of the dungeon returned to its original form. Started to come back
“Ouch!”
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“Watch out!”
As the ground shook as if an earthquake had occurred, he quickly helped the staggering wizard. While I was watching him closely, the hero also retrieved the holy sword stuck in the floor.
Soon, the vibration stopped. I could easily feel the change. As the darkness of the dungeon thins out, it no longer covers our senses.
“It’s not as wide as I thought.”
I agreed with the warrior’s murmur. The dungeon with the spatial distortion peeled off was of course wide, but it wasn’t such a scale that you couldn’t get out of it even after running for several days like before.
The hero seemed to be pondering for a moment, then kicked the dungeon wall hard. The wall, which could no longer be regenerated, crumbled like cookies at the warrior’s kick.
“Hmm.”
For some reason, the hero came out with a satisfied face and tied the holy sword tightly around his waist. The leader, who was watching the scene, cautiously asked a question.
“Did you clear the dungeon?”
“No, not yet.”
Huh? Do you still have any left?
“God bless you, it did not disappear.”
At first I thought it was a sound, but I felt the flow of blessings enveloping the warrior’s body and let out an exclamation. The protection of heresy eradication (S-) was still with her.
“What does that mean…”
“Follow me.”
As if he had no intention of explaining any more, the warrior coldly cut off the leader’s question and began to move on. The adventurers crouched and followed her.
[Don’t think about hitting again, take out the glowstone.]
“It’s time… Oh, I see.”
After being bullied by the adventurers, I was lost in my thoughts. Does the fact that that blessing still remain mean that there were other heretics besides Lucas? Well, you’ll know when you go.
While walking, he encountered the remaining monsters in the dungeon, but of course none of them could be the hero’s opponent. After cutting them down with a single sword, the hero arrived at an altar.
“Wujas have come this far…”
“Even if you are a priest, run away! I will block this place.”
Two figures wearing black robes guarded the altar. Both were beastmen, with stigmata of black decay, one old and the other young.
After gauging the strength for a moment, I nodded my head in satisfaction. Neither of them was a threat to the hero. Compared to Lucas, he was weak.
Well, that old man is rather handsome. Maybe if I were a human, wouldn’t I have grown old with such a nice face?
“Conscience.”
[What?]
The warrior glanced at me lightly and approached them. Its steps were smooth, but it was extremely threatening because the opponent was a hero.
“Stop it, don’t you know that you are an opponent you can’t beat anyway?”
“Still, still. Priest!”
And the girl holding onto the old man and shedding tears was also quite beautiful. It’s just my style to somehow stimulate my sadistic nature.
“Looking at that sword, you must be a hero.”
The warrior who was walking towards them stopped in his tracks. Right after her, her old man with her cloudy eyes looked right at her and opened her mouth.
“Warrior chosen by the gods. I will not beg for your life. But before that, hear me out. What realities are hidden by the deceivers who have made their place in the high heavens…”
[It’s blasphemy!]
“You spit it out without even knowing it, poor sword that forgot its master…”
The strength he possessed was not even close to Lucas’ toes, but his dignity and wisdom were truly befitting a high-ranking priest. I don’t know why this kind of nobleman put himself in pseudo.
A certain reverence was felt in his figure kneeling at the altar of darkness with the girl’s sobs as the background sound. He opened his mouth in a solemn tone, as if to prophesy.
“You listen. I am the Secret Recorder of the Dark Church. I want to tell you about the history that your god erased from the world…”
But class is class and no jam is no jam. Seeing that the bible is almost as grand as the principal’s instruction, it probably isn’t very nutritious.
If it’s something really important, the hero will listen to it. My attention was directed not to the old man, but to the girl next to him. Isn’t a beastly beautiful girl slave really the romance of all reincarnated in another world?
Love that is infinitely bestowed just because the other person is ‘saved’, no matter how ugly or ugly they are. Well, since I’m a sword, it doesn’t mean anything, but I can still dream.
“In the beginning, before the three gods arrived on this earth…”
Kwadeuk.
And the warrior who heard the story stretched out his hand and broke the neck of the beastman girl. There’s no way this girl was a transcendentalist as strong as Lucas, so she was an instant death with nothing to look at.
“What, what!”
[aaah! What are you doing!]
At this moment, the old man and I shouted in unison. No, I’m not a psychopath, why are you killing people while pretending to listen! Such cruel!
[Good job, warrior. It’s not worth listening to such heretics’ absurd remarks!]
On the other hand, the holy sword, a crazy psycho that was as good as the hero, showed a sign of delight. It was truly lamentable that the value of life had fallen to the ground like this.
“As expected, Wooja is Wooja, even if he gave me a chance to take off the veil covering my eyes!”
The words that the old man uttered while lamenting became his will. As soon as the hero removed the hand that had broken his neck, he blew the old man away with a clean round kick.
The decrepit body stuck to one side of the altar was bent at an angle impossible for a human body. No matter how excellent the beastman’s regenerative power was, at least it was an instant death.
“Hey!”
“Yeah, I guess the rumors were true.”
Still, the adventurers, who had been somewhat wary while staying together, also shrank again when they saw it. Of course, the hero who had no interest in his surroundings ignored all of that.
That level of my own pace was definitely something that a thoughtful demonic swordsman like me could not imitate. The warrior trudged and grabbed the object placed on the altar.
It was a black cup. End of description.
[Hmm?]
No, it’s too ordinary for an object on this altar? It’s just black, and it’s an ordinary drinking glass with nothing but that it’s made of metal.
[I can’t feel the evil power from that cup…]
Look at me, even the fluttering Holy Sword shyly shuts its mouth. It was too shabby to be the final reward of an S-class dungeon.
“Well, can we take a look at it?”
[What is it? None of you have emotional traits.]
“hahahaha, I’ve got some emotion scrolls. It’s the basics of an adventurer.”
As we stood dumbfounded with our glasses, the leader who looked at us cautiously spoke to us. Hmm, it’s the basics of an adventurer. I reflected for a while.
Certainly, the years I lived with the sword were too long. To the extent of listening to advice from such a distant junior. In return, I agreed to teach him a life lesson.
[Give me.]
“De, I’ll give it to you!”
That’s the lesson that no preparation is useless in the face of overwhelming force! Emotion scrolls were expensive, costing tens of silver dollars each, but the leader had to offer them without hesitation.
The hero who received the scroll rubbed it against the glass. One world common sense here! Tearing the scroll is the act of just blowing that expensive thing away. Be sure to read the manual before scrolling down.
As the hero rubbed the scroll, something was written on the empty paper. It’s a world record. In fact, the phrase that I describe as a status window is nothing more than a peek at the records of the world.
– Treasure: Black Cup
– Rating: Magic
– Description: A black cup.
– Function: Promote decay of the liquid inside
Of course, I didn’t say that world records are always useful.
“A scroll like my blood!”
It must have originally belonged to the Ranger, but he heard his screaming voice from afar. The warrior also murmured in admiration.
“More than the holy sword, more, garbage.”
[It’s too much!]
Of course, as promised, we ignored the Holy Sword’s grunt. After examining the glass carefully, I opened my mouth.
[Still, it’s marked as a treasure, and since it’s definitely used, it won’t be such a trivial thing.]
“Really?”
[It’s a man’s intuition. Well, that’s a joke The guys of the dark church worshiped like a jar of shrines, so it can’t be rare.]
If this was the case, I should have told the hero not to kill the old man right away, but to use torture to get some information. He would have known what this cup was for.
I’m no longer an adventurer, but treasure has always made people’s hearts beat.
[It might be a dangerous item, so we’ll take it for now. Anyone dissatisfied?]
“That…”
[Ah, don’t you think you’re brazenly claiming your stake even after getting help from the hero? Animals without shame should be slaughtered…]
“Of course, the warrior should have it,” He said. Is everyone like that?”
“Yes, it is. No way.”
At the leader’s words, the other adventurers also nodded in fear. After such peaceful negotiations, it was decided that the black cup should be kept by the hero.
[Then let’s go now.]
Well, even if you say this, it doesn’t mean that those guys didn’t have a harvest. Even just surviving an S-class dungeon is a great side dish, but they slaughtered almost all monster by-products.
A corpse of a monster transformed by the power of a soul would be of great value as a magical or shamanic sample. I conscientiously decided to ask for only 90% of the sales amount later.
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It was a terrible place that he might not have been able to get out of for months if it hadn’t been for the hero’s outrageous abilities. When we came out to find the entrance we entered, a dazzling light greeted us.
It’s night now…?
What I mistook for sunlight were torches growing densely like a forest. Under the cluster of torches, heavily armed knights camped at the entrance of the dungeon, watching us.