episode_0216

Gwyn took a breath and screamed.

“Hey! Don’t just stand there, help Sca!”

Vlad, who was sitting on the chair, sighed softly.

“Quiet. Watch.”

Black wolves circled Gwyn.

“Keuk!”

But Gwyn grabbed the sword and tried to jump out immediately.

When Vlad snapped his fingers, Gwyn immediately collapsed like a doll with a broken string.

Rex knelt on one knee and bowed his head in front of Vlad.

“Is that Barbaroi’s name Sca?”

“Yes.”

“Aldaine raised him well. A great guy.”

“Yes?”

“No. Keep your head down.”

“Shouldn’t we help him?”

“I can’t take away the opportunity for growth.”

Rex was puzzled.

An opportunity to grow?

Sca’s appearance was miserable.

His whole body was stained red with blood flowing from his wounds.

His broken ribs were piercing his lungs, and his expression contorted like a demon every time he breathed.

His steps staggered as if he were about to collapse at any moment.

Anyone could see that Sca was close to death.

No human could walk properly even with a pierced stomach. Yet, he stubbornly got up.

Where does the fighting spirit to rush towards an overwhelming opponent come from?

Even towards a subordinate of a foreign god.

Rex couldn’t understand Sca.

The best strategy was to back down when faced with an overwhelming opponent.

But Sca clung to Mits like a mad dog.

Rex swallowed hard.

‘Crazy bastard.’

Even in his hazy mind, Yoo-shin Jung wielded his single-edged sword tenaciously.

No.

Actually, he doesn’t know what he’s wielding.

It was difficult to distinguish whether what he was wielding was a single-edged sword or a Sacred Weapon.

Mits, who was in front of him, was shouting something, but he couldn’t hear it.

‘Strange.’

A somnambulistic battle. Everything flowed slowly, like a dream.

What should this situation be called?

A panorama of one’s life flashing before them?

I don’t know.

In the slowly flowing time.

Mits’ weakness was visible.

‘Right shoulder.’

He stabbed the golden dagger.

Mits screamed with a distorted face.

Yoo-shin Jung smiled. Good to see.

Once again, Mits’ weakness was visible.

‘Left thigh.’

Which weapon should I use this time?

Various weapons flashed through his mind like a panorama.

Dagger, hand axe, long sword, blunt weapon, spear.

‘Hand axe.’

Twisting his waist, he dodged Mits’ arm and plunged the golden hand axe into his thigh.

Mits staggered back, limping.

He summoned a spear and immediately thrust it into Mits’ abdomen.

Mits, who had ambiguously created distance, was unable to do anything and was pierced through the abdomen.

This time, several weaknesses were revealed.

‘Left shoulder blade.’

‘Right wrist.’

Yoo-shin Jung smiled.

Dark corner of the sewer.

Various weapons were born and disappeared from Yoo-shin Jung’s hand.

The created weapon tore through the darkness of the sewer like a comet passing through the vast universe and became embedded in Mits’ body.

The weapon, having fulfilled its purpose, became golden particles, twinkling like stars and scattering.

Sword, spear, axe, mace.

Countless equipment he had experienced and seen so far.

To remember how to wield a weapon, you had to remember the person who wielded it.

One weapon contained someone’s story.

Again, numerous relationships flashed through his mind.

How did Karin wield a dagger?

What was Gilshion’s way of wielding a greatsword?

How did Einhofer handle a single-edged axe?

Do you remember when Ingrid slammed down a huge sword?

Relationships became tools, and their stories showed the way the weapons should go.

‘This is where the sword should go.’

‘Here is the axe.’

‘With a mace…’

Rex stared blankly at Sca.

Countless weapons were created and disappeared from the hands of the mixed-blood Barbaroi.

He even made and wielded the halberd he used to use.

Mits struggled and tried to escape, but like a butterfly caught in a spider web, he was swept away by the wave of weapons and shook back and forth.

Before he knew it, the single-edged sword was neatly sheathed at the Barbaroi’s waist.

Sca stepped as if dancing and wielded the golden weapon.

He wielded a mace, suddenly switched to a dagger, used a long sword, and then slammed down with a greatsword.

A fighting method that uses weapons appropriately in a natural, flowing manner.

It was a method he had never heard of before.

“It flows grandly like the Milky Way, so the type of weapon doesn’t matter? Excellent. Ashur made up his mind to raise a disciple. Weapon Master Sca?”

Vlad’s voice was mixed with excitement.

“Yes?”

Rex asked back at the new title calling Sca.

Vlad thought for a moment and shook his head.

“When I think about it, it seems like he’s not quite there yet. But if he draws out even the ‘characteristics’ of that skill, there will be no one to match him.”

Rex couldn’t understand what he was talking about at all.

Vlad glanced at Rex’s blank expression and turned his head away. He decided not to pay any more attention to the stupid wolf beastman. The end of the fight was approaching.

“Kuh-uh-uh-uh!!!”

Mits opened his eyes wide and let out a groan.

He can’t accept it.

Mixed-blood Barbaroi.

He was definitely a dying guy. A corpse that would fall over if you just touched it.

But he became more agile, more fluent, and stronger.

And the powerful divinity that is gradually appearing.

‘Surely the power of a foreign god.’

Similar to that of a spirit god, but clearly a different power.

Hateful.

Eternal light.

Lux Aeterna.

I can feel it.

It was subtly hiding in the Sacred Weapon’s divine power and giving him pain.

Because of the extreme pain, the personalities sleeping under him were clamoring.

‘If only I had a little more time!’

Someone shouted from deep within.

The subordinate of the foreign god Changeling shouted convulsively.

“Shut up!!!”

Yoo-shin Jung took advantage of the subordinate’s distraction and summoned a huge Zweihander and thrust it in.

The place he wanted.

Abdomen.

Pooo-oooo-oooo-ook!!!

The powerful golden greatsword pierced through Mits’ stomach, ripped through his internal organs, and came out through his back.

Mits convulsed and then knelt on the floor with a thud.

Yoo-shin Jung put down the greatsword and stepped back.

Mits’ face contorted like a demon and then made a weeping face.

“Just, just save me once.”

“…”

“I, I will never, ever eat anyone again! It’s my first time in another world, so I didn’t know! Please!”

Yoo-shin Jung stood quietly and opened his mouth.

“Dicky Marson.”

“Yes?”

“Change to Dicky Marson’s face.”

“···Yes!”

The Changeling’s subordinate immediately changed to Dicky Marson’s face.

“Okay.”

Yoo-shin Jung drew his single-edged sword and cut off Dicky Marson’s neck.

Swish.

Dicky Marson’s face lingered in the air before falling to the floor and rolling away.

Yoo-shin Jung swung his single-edged sword to shake off the blood and sheathed it.

“Hoo.”

It’s finally over.

It was definitely less than 3 days, but it felt like he had rolled around in the labyrinth for about 2 weeks.

“It’s not over yet.”

Someone’s voice was heard from behind.

He turned his head and saw a pale man sitting in a chair.

The man raised his gloved hand and pointed to the fallen subordinate.

“There is a core symbolizing the subordinate in his heart. Take it out.”

“…”

Yoo-shin Jung looked at the man and turned his head.

He raised his single-edged sword, cut open the corpse’s chest, and took out a dark red core.

It felt very similar to the red marble he saw in the corridor area.

“Don’t look at it too much. It’s a dangerous object. Give it to me.”

The man got up from his chair and approached Yoo-shin Jung.

Yoo-shin Jung did not hand over the dark red core in his hand.

Instead, he spat blood-mixed phlegm on the floor.

“Kaak, too-et!!! By the way, who are you?”

“…”

Vlad’s eyes widened slightly.

Rex was surprised and intervened.

“Sca! Watch your words. Vlad is Lady Lilith’s.”

“Stop. Sca, you must be tired, so take a rest.”

When Vlad waved his hand, Yoo-shin Jung lost consciousness and immediately collapsed to the floor.

Vlad picked up the red marble, put it in his arms, bent down, and observed Yoo-shin Jung.

He wiped the blood on his cheek with his finger and licked it a little.

“The taste of blood is so sweet. He’s becoming an increasingly likable talent.”

“Yes?”

Rex asked back with a dumbfounded face, but Vlad completely ignored him and got up from his seat.

“Carry that woman and Sca and follow me.”

“Uh…yes.”

Rex carried Gwyn and Sca and left the sewer following Vlad.

* * *

Yoo-shin Jung opened his eyes.

A hard Gothic ceiling was the first thing he saw.

Next was a more comfortable bed and pillow than usual.

Finally, the setting sun was shining through the window.

When he looked next to the bed, a man was sitting in a chair reading a book. The man he saw in the sewer. Was his name Vlad?

His memory was vague.

The man closed the book he was reading and looked down at Yoo-shin Jung.

“This is my mansion.”

“Who are you?”

“Vlad. I serve Lady Lilith.”

Yoo-shin Jung looked up at Vlad.

Pale skin.

A bewitching energy shining in his eyes.

Yet, he was a strange man who exuded dignity.

“How do you know my name?”

“Astaroth sometimes tells me about you.”

Astaroth?

Currently, he is the labyrinth committee member in charge of the labyrinth entrance.

A girl with orange twin-tail hair, one horn, and a flat body.

“I bet you didn’t hear good things?”

“I heard you spat on Astaroth’s face. You’re alive and well.”

Vlad’s lips twitched for a moment after he finished speaking.

Yoo-shin Jung had nothing to say, so he closed his mouth for a moment and then opened it again.

“Where are my weapons?”

Vlad pointed to the bedside.

“Above your head. Is Aldaine doing well?”

“Yes. Do you happen to know the director?”

“I know him well. Aldaine was once a senior member of our Pandemonium. He was famous. Aldaine the jerk, and his younger sister too.”

“…?”

“Oh, you didn’t know?”

“Yes. What the heck is Pandemonium?”

“Think of it as a gathering of those who serve Lady Lilith.”

“So Astaroth too?”

“That’s right. Astaroth is also a member of Pandemonium.”

Vlad chuckled.

“Looking at your face, you seem to have a lot of questions, but let’s stop here. If you have any questions, ask Aldaine directly.”

“All right.”

Vlad crossed his arms and looked down at Yoo-shin Jung.

“…”

Silence fell in the room.

Vlad opened his mouth.

As if it were nothing.

A monotonous tone as if asking about the weather.

“Are you by any chance a subordinate of a foreign god?”

“···What does that mean? A subordinate of a foreign god?”

Vlad stared intently into Yoo-shin Jung’s eyes.

“I’m talking about those who carry the divinity of a foreign god in their bodies and invade this land.”

“Please tell me more details. I don’t know what’s going on.”

Vlad tilted his head for a moment. He thought he was a smart friend, but was he not?

“Subordinates of foreign gods have two characteristics. ‘Blessing’ and ‘Transmission’. It is possible to receive the blessings of a foreign god. This often happens to mystics who peep into the cracks in other worlds. Demons from other worlds also appear through the holes in the labyrinth. Most of them are terrible guys who lick the bottom of the barrel. But if ‘Blessing’ and ‘Transmission’ occur at the same time, the results change horribly. Like this fight.”

Vlad paused and then opened his mouth again.

“If we had been a little late, not only the eastern district but the entire labyrinth city would have become a sea of blood.”

“What the heck is that guy? He changes his appearance and uses various abilities?”

“The subordinate of the foreign god of change, Changeling. That guy is called a Devourer. He has become able to use the engraved abilities of those who have been blessed and eaten.”

Damn it.

That’s totally overpowered, isn’t it?

There was one thing that bothered me.

I met the Mother Earth at the summer festival.

According to the goddess, no one has ‘transferred’ to this world.

But looking at how the subordinate of the foreign god came in, it didn’t seem quite like that.

Is the goddess hiding something?

His thoughts could not continue.

Vlad leaned down and stared intently into Yoo-shin Jung’s eyes.

Goosebumps rose all over his body.

It was hard to breathe because of the tremendous pressure.

“I’ll ask again. Are you a subordinate of a foreign god?”

“N, no?”

“···Is that so? I understand. Get some rest. Don’t come to the eastern district for the time being.”

Vlad smiled and got up from his seat and stood in front of the door.

Yoo-shin Jung asked, pointing at Vlad’s back as he was about to leave.

“I, if there is a subordinate of a foreign god living quietly, what would you do?”

“I have to kill him.”

After answering, Vlad smiled and left the room.

“…”

Yoo-shin Jung closed his eyes and racked his brains.

An existence from another world.

At the same time, an existence possessing the divinity of a foreign god.

He received the blessing of a foreign god and achieved engraved association.

Revenger and Stay of Execution were firmly connected to each other.

‘And am I not from another world?’

If other people see it, am I not a subordinate of a foreign god?

A chill ran down his spine.

It’s not someone else’s story.

‘It’s me!’

Yoo-shin Jung grabbed his head and screamed silently.

Yoo-shin Jung hurriedly got up from the bed, grabbed his single-edged sword, and went outside.

He was confused.

He immediately changed his steps and came out of the eastern district.

He was going to the inn but stopped.

‘I need to find out more details.’

At least, I had to find out what characteristics the subordinates of foreign gods had.

He immediately changed direction and headed to the Mother Earth Temple.

The receptionist immediately took him to Mion’s room as if she had been waiting.

Yoo-shin Jung hurriedly knocked on the door.

Knock knock!!!

“Who is it?”

Mion’s calm voice was heard from the other side of the door, and his heavy heart was relieved a little.

“It’s me. Sca.”

Mion opened the door wide and let Yoo-shin Jung inside.

“Ah! Mr. Sca! Welcome.”

Despite the late hour, Mion did not show any signs of displeasure, but only gave a benevolent smile.

“Mr. Sca, what’s wrong? You look dark.”

“I…that’s.”

Yoo-shin Jung scratched his head and hesitated.

He had no idea how to unravel the story.

Mion puffed up her cheeks cutely and took Yoo-shin Jung’s hands.

“Mr. Sca, you trust me, right?”

“Yes? Yes. Of course…?”

Yoo-shin Jung answered and then stiffened. His rationality disappeared from his eyes.

[Hypnosis]

Mion’s hypnosis engraving bound Yoo-shin Jung.

“What happened?”

Yoo-shin Jung opened his mouth like a machine and explained everything that had happened in the sewer.

Mion slowly approached and hugged Yoo-shin Jung tightly.

“I see. I should have been with you, I’m sorry.”

“…”

Mion, who was hugged in Yoo-shin Jung’s sturdy arms, blushed slightly.

“I…I heard that Barbarois have a culture of telling their wives their true names. I, I wonder if you could tell me your true name?”

“Jung Yoo-shin.”

“Yes?”

Mion tilted her head. A unique name she had never heard before.

“Uhm, where are you from?”

“Earth.”

Earth.

She had never heard of such a place name.

“Please be a little more specific.”

“I came from another world.”

At that moment.

Karin’s panties in his back pocket disappeared.

Karin’s panty amulet, which ‘probabilistically’ blocked negative spells or magic, broke Mion’s hypnosis.

Clang!!!

Rationality returned to Yoo-shin Jung’s eyes.

The numerous things that had happened so far flashed through his mind at once.

“Jung, Yoo-shin?”

Mion, who was blankly muttering his name.

Emergency.

He immediately realized.

‘I’m screwed!’

The anxiety that came from the fact that it was revealed that he was from another world.

The sense of betrayal that came from the fact that Mion, whom he had trusted, had hypnotized him.

The sense of loneliness that came from the fact that the entire labyrinth city had become a potential enemy.

Everything swirled in his heart.

Yoo-shin Jung grabbed Mion’s shoulders.

“Mion!”

Mion flinched like a frightened bird.

“Eep?!”

There is only one way to overcome this difficulty.

Make Mion his ally.

How?

By truly ‘corrupting’ her.

Yoo-shin Jung calmly opened his mouth.

“Mion, let’s have a womb-corrupting sex.”

“Huh?”

Mion’s mouth opened slightly.