Chapter 322: Reorganization (7)

Chapter
322: Reorganization (7)

The
hero, the Mother Earth Goddess… from what kind of world were they
summoned?

Suddenly,
I remembered the first time I fell into this world.

The
bizarre magic circle, unseen in modern times, that seemed to suck the
hospital room in along with my one and only younger sister, So-eun.

‘…Could
it be.’

Could
it be. Could it be. Could it be…

Countless
hypotheses arose and faded in my mind, repeating endlessly.

But
my intuition was telling me.

Why
am I the only one who can see the fragments of the Mother Earth
Goddess when falling into the fountain on the 5th multiple floors?

Why
do I alone experience bizarre bodily restructuring phenomena on every
5th multiple floor?

When
I faced my inner self with the Nightmare’s ability, who was that
being watching me from afar?

‘If…
if my hypothesis is correct. So-eun is…’

My
head was filled with anxiety and worry that felt like it would
explode, and just as a sliver of relief crept in.

“…Balkan,
Balkan?”

I
met Celsia, who was approaching me with a worried expression and
shaking my body.

“Are
you okay? You were just sitting there blankly for a while…”

“Ah…”

Only
then did I realize that I had been lost in thought for almost ten
minutes.

The
reason I couldn’t react to Celsia’s actions despite having my eyes
open was probably because I was so shocked that my brain couldn’t
recognize or process it.

That’s
how shocking it was to me that the hero… the Mother Earth Goddess
was summoned from another world.

“Come
to think of it, you sparred with Mr. Delbert today. You must have
used a lot of strength, you should go back and rest—”

“No.
Tell me more. I want to hear more of the story Celsia knows.”

“O-oh,
uh, okay?! Okay… well, I guess I have no choice…?”

When
I nodded vigorously, Celsia scratched her cheek with her fingertips
and smiled awkwardly.

She
seemed happy to be able to share the things she had learned during
her days as a shut-in, like a room-bound recluse, so she was smiling.

Celsia,
who was sitting at the table again, continued.

“The
king of the Great War era who summoned the hero was said to have been
extremely talented in portal magic. He was the one who created the
portal to the labyrinth.”

The
king of the Great War era, who was Celsia’s ancestor.

He
was said to be able to handle portal magic like the demon worshippers
of Elina Oman.

Even.

“The
portal, directly?”

“Yes.
The original purpose was to create a passage for easier management of
the labyrinth… but the labyrinth of today, after a long time, is
actually no different from an uncontrollable demon realm.”

Portal.

The
only way to enter the labyrinth and traverse the floors.

I
had roughly expected it since Ellie and the demon worshippers of Oman
could handle portal magic, but the portal was indeed a legacy born
from human hands.

Time
changes many things as it passes.

In
the face of long time, the labyrinth that once imprisoned demons had
become a living hell filled with monsters, traps, and malicious
environments.

The
portal must also have lost much of its original purpose and
regularity.

‘So,
is that why I’m sent to random places every time I cross a portal in
the labyrinth?’

I
asked Celsia, digesting the newly acquired information.

“But…
I heard that the portal is a mystery beyond human understanding.”

“That’s
right. He was special.”

Celsia
nodded calmly.

“For
hundreds of years, not only has no one been able to handle portal
magic as well as the king of the Great War era, but the knowledge has
not been fully passed down, and portal magic has virtually
collapsed.”

I
remember hearing somewhere that the emergence of an exceptionally
talented genius changes the course of history.

At
least from what I’m hearing now, the king of the Great War era seemed
to belong to such an exceptional genius.

A
genius of portal magic so outstanding that there was no precedent for
succession.

Although
there is a proficiency issue, Ellie cannot maintain portal magic for
more than 10 minutes.

Considering
that the portal created hundreds of years ago is still operating,
albeit unstably, it can only be described as exceptional.

‘Too
bad.’

It
was a pity.

I
was really, sincerely sorry.

‘If
portal magic had developed further…’

If
it had been possible to summon beings from other worlds into this
world through portal magic.

‘It
would have been possible to send beings from this world to other
worlds as well.’

Return
home.

A
goal that I had inwardly forgotten… no, given up on, after spending
a long time in this world.

A
goal different from finding my younger sister.

I
shook my head, thinking about the possibility of returning.

‘Let’s
think about that after I find my younger sister.’

A
house with memories of my younger sister.

It’s
not that I don’t want to go back there at all.

But,
I can’t abandon what I’ve built in this world now.

Not
Nam Su-jin, the older brother who lived for his younger sister.

The
home of Balkan the explorer… is in this world.

“The
achievements he made and the story of summoning the hero who saved
the world from the demons are clearly written in the royal library’s
history books.”

It
was definitely the kind of content that would only be in the royal
library.

I
haven’t seen books in the temple library or the academy’s grand
library that contain detailed information about portal magic or the
Great War era.

But
looking at Celsia’s expression, there was no way that what she just
said was an illusion.

It’s
probably information that only a very few people, including the royal
family, know, and that most ordinary people don’t know.

“Is
it okay for you to tell me these stories?”

“…I
can’t ignore the curiosity of the person who saved me and whom I
saved…”

Startled
by the small but confident voice, I turned my head and saw Celsia
blushing and bowing her head.

A
quick glance.

“……!”

When
our eyes briefly met through the eyeholes of the helmet, Celsia
turned her head slightly, embarrassed.

Along
with the thought of whether this was really the armored knight who
had saved me.

The
desire to poke her soft and delicate uterus with my thick, erect dick
after seeing her cute female behavior coexisted in my head.

Suppressing
the incubus’s urge to raise the social skills of the shut-in
princess, who had been holed up in her room until she met me, through
dick-vagina exchange activities, I waited for her to open her mouth.

Celsia,
who had endured a moment of embarrassing silence, cleared her throat
and changed her expression to a serious one.

“Anyway…
hundreds of years have already passed since then, and the seals on
the demons have gradually begun to break since the time of the
previous king.”

“The
first one to break the seal was Puppeteer… the demon of greed.”

Celsia
nodded at my words.

“The
demon of greed, who was resurrected during the reign of the previous
king, retained his full power. A subjugation force was hastily
formed, but enormous damage was expected.”

A
battle in which victory or defeat could not be guaranteed, but a
battle that would inevitably be followed by numerous sacrifices if
fought.

“There,
the demon of greed proposed a contract.”

The
demon of greed, Puppeteer, was the first to extend a hand of
reconciliation in the face of a battle that could not be ignored.

“Is
that proposal the mutual non-aggression pact you mentioned earlier?”

“Yes.
In exchange for guaranteeing minimal freedom in the lawless zone, he
made a contract to kill only three more people in his remaining life
and then kill himself.”

Hearing
Celsia’s words, I asked back with a dumbfounded expression.

“…That
Puppeteer made a contract to kill only three more people in the
future and commit suicide himself?”

The
demon said he would only kill three people in his remaining life?

Moreover,
a being so attached to life that he broke the seal mentioned suicide?

“It’s
true. This commotion was caused by Puppeteer exploiting a loophole in
the contract, which only specified ‘killing others’.”

Those
cursed by the puppet curse in the lawless zone only turned into
idiots and rioters, but did not die.

Distorting
the interpretation of the contract and using loopholes.

“If
Puppeteer exploits the loopholes in the contract with the previous
king in this way again, we cannot stand still.”

Strengthening
the contract so that this does not happen again, and making Puppeteer
comply with the contract.

And
returning the rioters and idiots who have already crossed the point
of no return to their original state.

“That
is the will of our royal family.”

Celsia
said so in a voice full of determination.

[Heh
heh. That’s the most idiotic thing I’ve heard lately.]

Bunny
mocked Celsia and the royal family in a voice that seemed to be taken
aback.

[Balkan.
Do you know why demons are called demons? It’s because they can do
any evil deed without hesitation for their own purposes.]

Bunny,
who still had the dignity of a demon, raised her voice even more.

[Even
if that greedy bastard met the Mother Earth Goddess and went a little
crazy, he is still a demon. There’s no way he would have carelessly
uttered a contract that was disadvantageous to him, let alone a
contract that included his own death…]

Bunny,
who was about to laugh for a long time, stopped abruptly.

[No,
wait. Could it be…? ]

“…Bunny?”

The
moment I called her in a suddenly stiff voice.

Whoosh!!!

“Princess!!”

A
knight, sweating profusely, lifted the tent and shouted urgently to
Celsia.

“T,
the main body of Puppeteer! Has come right in front of the camp!!!”

***

Puppeteer
recalled the distant past.

A
woman who raised a huge flag and roamed countless battlefields.

The
hero who attained divinity in a human body, who was both delicate and
brave.

Click.

When
she opened the necklace worn around the neck of the main body doll,
it contained hair, nails, barely visible fine dead skin cells, and
weak Divinity that had been carefully preserved for a very long time.

Traces
of the woman she had carefully collected, the woman she had been
thinking about until just now.

Sss…
hoo.

Puppeteer
took a deep breath while looking at them.

Then,
the sole purpose of life and ‘wish’ stirred in her mind again.

—Hero.
How can you be so precious? Don’t you hate those who drive you to the
battlefield? I heard rumors that you are looking for someone called
‘brother’ every day. Don’t you want to see your separated family?

The
hero said calmly to the mocking question.

—If
it’s my brother, he won’t ignore unhappy people.

That
one word changed the demon of greed’s purpose in life.

An
intense attraction to a being that could not be understood at all.

More
than any other being, she wanted to have one incomprehensible person.

And,
she was curious.

The
unhappy people the hero tried to protect.

Whether
those who were struggling in the most vulgar and uncivilized places
were worth studying.

Whether
those vulgar people could become beings who could save someone like
the hero.

“Puppeteer.”

She
put aside her thoughts at the voice calling her and looked ahead.

Countless
people were looking at her, but only two beings were in her eyes.

A
vulgar, lawless-born, uncivilized female who was nothing more than a
slave… but sacrificed herself to protect someone precious.

And,
the owner of that woman… and the man who ejaculated inside her,
although he was linked.

Thump.
Thump.

She
felt the body of the doll being manipulated trembling without her
knowing it.

‘Ah…’

Now
that I’m facing him directly with my main body, I think I know for
sure.

That
day, the semen that filled the linked woman’s inside and the hero’s
traces preserved in the necklace…

They
both had very similar auras.

“It’s
the first time you’re showing your face directly, isn’t it?”

Puppeteer
waved her hand at the male in front of her with a bitter smile.

And,
she moved her lips slightly so that only he could see.

The
hero’s brother, she said.