Chapter 33: {V2 Start}

Chapter 33: {V2 Start}

[Translator Clara]

[Proofreader DemonGod]

[Start of Volume 2]

Truly, it was a scene worthy of being called a disaster.

Until yesterday, the village was filled with the sweet scent of ripe grains. The small hamlet surrounded by fields and mountains had the perfect terrain and climate for wheat cultivation, and the daily lives of the villagers flowed peacefully as they cultivated the wheat. Occasionally, goblins lurked around the fields, but the village had the capability to repel intruders with its militia alone.

There was no crisis in the village. The harvested wheat was sold at a high price due to its quality, and there was no economic hardship. People woke up with the sunrise, worked the fields, gathered for meals, shared laughter, welcomed occasional visitors, and went to bed when the sun set. Until yesterday, it was just another peaceful day.

But, now

A nauseating stench of decay and corpses vibrates over the fields.

The once comforting scent of grains that permeated the village for decades was nowhere to be found. Everything was decaying the wheat fields, the wooden houses, and even the villagers themselves. The scent of decay from these rotten things Devourered the distinctive aroma of the village, and on top of it, a strong smell of blood lingered.

Unfortunately, not a single villager had survived the undead onslaught that had attacked the village. The faces of the corpses strewn across the ground all wore expressions of terror. Even those who had managed to survive against all odds could not escape unscathed.

Those who had hidden for survival eventually transformed into non-human entities. They gradually turned into members of the undead horde that had attacked their own village.

The village was no different from hell.

We acknowledge your hard work.

A low voice descended over the putrid fields.

The owner of the voice walked on a carpet made of corpses. With each step, the undead, who had been clumsily moving around to find living beings, stopped in their tracks.

The owner of the voice was dark.

More closely associated with death than the dead bodies themselves, he was a figure of awe for the undead.

Thin flesh clinging to grotesque bones, black skin, a physique twice the size of a lich of the same kind the lord of the dead.

The boss monster of the Catacomb, Corpse-Dying-Tera, Erebus.

The oppressive weather accentuated the despair in the atmosphere of the devastated village. The black clouds that had covered the sun started pouring rain. The melted flesh of the corpses, drenched by the rain, clung disgustingly.

The sound of rain, occasionally mixed with echoing thunder. Only these two things stimulated the auditory senses in the space.

While all the undead bowed their heads, only the lord of the dead slowly raised his head. The sharp eye sockets faced the top of the mountain that blocked the plain and the village.

Beyond the mountain range lay a vast plain, and a river crossed the plain. Beyond the river, there was a massive forest. After crossing the forest and passing through several human castles, there lay the city of Lage.

The heart of the enemy.

The greatest enemy that will bring the empire to ruin.

Erebus murmured quietly.

The dead began tearing apart the corpses again.

Prologue. 2

Total chaos.

The dungeon is a battlefield.

In any battlefield, there exists a virtue one must possess to survive, and one of them is minimal tension.

Letting out a habitual sigh, Patrick unfolded the newspaper. The human newspaper with the most recent datemost of the articles in it were about the aftermath of the Black Calamity. Dozens of articles had been published in the past three weeks alone. If you added incidents not covered by the newspapers, the number would likely exceed a few hundred.

While the world was in turmoil, the main culprit, Devourer, showed no signs of movement.

How long do you plan to lie down like this?

Patrick asked, but there was no reply. After a few seconds of delay, Patrick picked his sword. After poking with the tip of the sword handle several times and causing the ancient black monster to make groaning sounds, he finally spoke.

Uh, Patrick. Its good to be passionate, but how about thinking a bit after resting a little more.

Ive said it several times before, Boss. We cant just dismiss the aftermath of this incident lightly. Right now, you might not feel it directly since its not touching us immediately, but do you know how the outside world is functioning?

Rebuilding Raize and Hastin after they were destroyed?

First of all, Riaze has strengthened its defenses. By gathering additional defensive forces from various parts of the empire, villages undergoing imperial changes are being turned into monster fields.

Ugh.

The Empires third princess is still in a coma. Unluckily, she happened to be on the palace balcony, and it seems she saw the bosss real body.

Ugh.

And Hastins lord committed suicide.

Thats quite serious.

Even Devourer, who had consistently shown playful reactions, stiffened his expression at the latest news.

Speculating on the situation, it seems like he took his own life before being held responsible by the imperial family. Its like hanging oneself from the ceiling of ones own room just before the harvest, you know? Thanks to that, Hastin is completely paralyzed.

There is much more news to convey, but even this should be enough to convey Patricks feelings. Patrick didnt dwell on the incidents any longer.

Besides this, theres a lot that needs to be done immediately. Assuming that the 116 black tentacles are slowly regenerating and Antropophagus in Room 5 is smoothly reproducing we also need to fill the vacant rooms from Room 1 to Room 4. Even if you dont know much about whats happening in the Empire, Boss, Hastin definitely needs attention. You need to check the situation firsthand and find alternatives.

Having finished speaking, Patrick planted Tanabella into the ground. A heavy sound of the blade digging into the earth echoed. Just then, Renee and Melje seemed to have changed locations as the silence of the room shifted.

Its time to make a choice. Boss.

Delaying any longer might lead to unknown consequences. Devourer nodded as if acknowledging Patricks sincerity. A minute of silence passed. Soon, the ancient monster slowly opened its mouth.

Patrick, I know how much you care about the dungeon. Yeah, lets take a little rest, just a little more

Just a little more?

Just a little more, rest and think.

Haha, I guess Im not angry anymore.

Primordial core, one of the seven great dungeons, deemed temporarily impenetrable to human exploration and the ancient monster Devourer that shook the Empire

I might as well go on strike.

Its a mess.

Phase. 1

[Translator Clara]

[Proofreader DemonGod]

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