Chapter 34

Chapter 34

[Translator FartKing]

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The room was narrow. The feeble flame of the lamp hanging from the low ceiling of the cramped room flickered sadly.

With each flicker, a gentle cascade of fine white dust settled like snow on the lid.

The fallen dust quietly descended onto the pale bones of the person beneath the lamp, who silently read a newspaper.

Its troublesome.

In the silent room, Patrick, known as Death Knight, muttered softly while reading the newspaper.

No matter how much he searched, it was nowhere to be found.

After leisurely flipping through the page he was reading, quickly scanning the next page of the newspaper, he confirmed the absence of the desired content and turned to the next one. Still nothing. It was the same. There was no need to bother meticulously. As an undead without any need to sleep, time had always been available, and during that lingering time, he had repeatedly read the same contents over and over again.

Three weeks had passed since the incident of the Advent of the Black Calamity, and by now, Patrick had collected every newspaper he could find, proudly claiming to have gathered them all.

And he had read them all. It took time to be sure, repeating it several times over, with the remaining time at his disposal.

None. Still nothing.

So, I guess theres no need to dwell on it now.

Having made up his mind internally, Patrick folded the newspaper. Contrary to the restrained sound, the newspaper fluttered weakly. Patrick, rising from his seat, stretched. Perhaps due to the awkward posture, creaking sounds echoed from various joints.

After loosening up, Patricks gaze was directed towards the entrance of the dungeon outside the cave.

As he retraced his steps, the 5th room, where the Antropophagous dwelled, came into view. Just three weeks ago, it was filled with the corpses of carnivorous plants, but now, the air in Room 5 was filled with the eerie pollen of strange plants, showing how quickly they had recovered.

Stepping on the stems of Antropophagous that had multiplied into dozens, Patrick headed towards Room 4.

Originally guarded by a massive twin skeleton, Room 4 had turned into an empty space without an owner for the third week. The same fate befell Room 3 and Room 2. Room 1 was so empty that even the smell of the monsters that used to inhabit it had dissipated.

Taking a breath and raising his head, spider webs scattered around the cave entrance touched Patricks nerves.

[Patrick, since we still have some time, lets take a little break.]

As someone else suggested, if we take too much of a break, it seems like the dungeon might close down, Boss.

If other monsters knew that the renowned dungeon Primordial Core was falling apart like this, they would all be terrified.

Muttering to himself about Devourers excuses, Patrick walked until the light tinged with nostalgia illuminated his sight. He lifted his head, and as always, the peaceful forest of Grephenia greeted Patrick.

Having confirmed the absence of human presence, Patrick continued walking a bit further.

Encountering a stag so massive that anyone could call it a mythical creature was during the time when he walked and walked, heading towards the center of Grephenias forest. Despite the approaching stag hidden among the trees, Patrick showed no particular reaction. He had anticipated it. He merely nodded slightly, showing courtesy.

The stag, a manifestation of the witch Grephenia, approached Patrick. When Patrick asked if there were humans in the forest, the distinct high-pitched voice returned as a response. The stag-shaped manifestation of the witch extended its back toward Patrick.

The stag carrying Death Knight moved leisurely towards the outskirts of the forest. The destination was the highest hill in the forest.

Too low to be called a mountain, and a bit high to be just a hill.

The sun was crossing the midday point, heading towards the horizon. In a couple of hours, the sun would completely set, and darkness would envelop the surroundings.

Patrick turned his head. Between the giant antlers of the stag, the silhouette of Hastins fortress, backlit by the sun, came into view.

Hastin looked quiet from a distance. No smoke rose from within the castle.

It might already be too late.

The Death Knight muttered. The Witchs avatar turned her gaze without saying a word.

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And so

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With that, Patrick uttered a single word that filled the once peaceful dungeon, now brimming with Renees shout and Meljes scream. Although not loud, his sharp voice timely interrupted the conversation between Renee and Melje.

Frozen in their dynamic postures, Renee and Melje looked somewhat ridiculous.

A moment of stillness. To break the tension, Patrick deliberately cleared his throat, prompting both the maid and the demon queen to simultaneously inquire if there was some kind of agreement with Hastin.

Hastin, you say?

Hastin?

Yes, it seems like we shouldnt delay it any longer.

Blurring the end of his words, Patrick glanced at Devourer. On the surface, it seemed like he was addressing Renee and Melje, and the response also reached them. However, Patrick was actually waiting for Devourers answer.

Perhaps sensing the intention, Devourer, who had been groaning and tossing, subtly let out a sigh.

Are you declaring your resignation?

A few seconds of silence followed. Patrick turned as if the business was concluded. A small sigh was heard from behind Patrick. It sounded like a sigh of relief, judging by its length.

What, was it that simple to just say, Go and come back? Devourer must be thinking along those lines.

Well, you got caught, Boss.

Patrick smirked, then, after resuming a casual expression, abruptly turned around.

But seriously, even if I think about it, going alone seems impossible. It would be good if someone could accompany me.

He grinned, a smile quite different from the devilish one he had displayed when turning around. And to Devourer, it seemed like the most sinister smile he had ever seen.

Only now realizing the situation, Devourer cringed. Providing an answer to a vague question of how an ancient monster would react in fear, he rolled his eyes busily. Rolling his four pupils, he alternated between looking at Renee and Melje.

Devourers initial gaze landed on Melje. Meeting her eyes, Melje raised her eyebrows in a questioning manner, as if asking, Whats going on?

For now, Melje seems feasible.

Shes not yet a monster belonging to the Core. Even excluding that, how could he send the Demon King, who had indulged heavily in alcohol in Riaze, and couldnt even handle her own body?

Melje is dangerous. To put it in magical terms, shes like a level of explosion magic. Having silently concluded that, Devourer turned his head towards Renee. At the same time, Renee also asked Devourer a question.

Wouldnt it be fine if Renee goes, Mr Devourer?

No. No, no, no, no, its okay. Youre okay. Really, youre okay.

If Meljes Explosion magic, Renee would be a Giant Explosion magic. Her not doing anything is her helping. Its a request, so please just stay still.

If Melje or Renee wants to go, they can, but considering its an unpredictable situation and we dont know how long it will take, what if the Boss goes with me? What do you think, Boss?

The expression of the black monster froze. Excluding Renee and Melje, there was only Devourer himself left. Given the excuses like We have to protect the dungeon wont work, and it might even lead to a counterattack, staying silent might be the best option.

He completely fell into Patricks trap. Regret surged. There was no way out. He was being dragged.

A situation teetering on the brink of defeat. Suddenly, Devourer, recalling something, widened his eyes.

Yeah, it seems like its a situation where I should go. But Patrick, what about it? Last time, I couldnt use Polymorph because I accidentally demolished Demeura.

Oh.

Listening attentively to Devourers words, Patrick stiffened his expression. The voice muttering, Thats right, carried a perplexity that he hadnt expected.

Indeed If theres no Demeura, I guess you cant come with me.

Until that moment, Devourer was convinced of his victory.

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You really wont die gracefully.

Even though you went through the trouble of cursing me, Im sorry, but my body is already dead.

The lushness of the forest was green, but the eyes that accepted it were the eyes of a rotted fish, so there was no chance of looking beautiful.

If you had to express rotting away with your body, this would be the exemplary answerDevourer, walking through the plain, was expressing despair with his whole body.

On the other hand, Patrick, who was walking beside him, fully armed, was laughing. Although his expression couldnt be seen through the helmet, he was undoubtedly smiling with great joy. He might be laughing to the point of straining his jaw. Devourer could vouch for it based on his symptoms alone.

Boss, after being cooped up in the dungeon all the time, it must be refreshing to step outside after a long time, isnt it?

You must be feeling refreshed.

He swallowed the words that reached up to his throat. Then he blamed himself. It was his own fault for underestimating Patrick. He was much more wicked than a simple skull.

And as the boss said, its a situation where we have to go, but we cant because theres no Demeura.

Hearing Patricks words, Devourer raised his left arm. The crimson gem-studded bracelet on his wrist sparkled in the sunlight. It was a bracelet full of resentment. It was the second Demeura Patrick had given him.

On the contrary, didnt you say that if you had Demeura, youd set off immediately?

Didnt you say this was expensive?

I did say it was expensive, but I didnt say theres only one.

Not just one, but several. Where did you even get them from?

I picked them up.

Are you pushing forward steadily for that reason?

I want to go back. Im tired already. Although various thoughts crowded his mind, he couldnt turn back.

Devourer, slightly straightening his slumped shoulders, raised his head. The walls of Hastin were getting closer.

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