Chapter 188

Episode 188

“Heeik?!”

“Why is that, master?”

“Uh... no nothing.”

Damian turned his head away from the unknown cause of the sudden attack. It was a very different feeling than what was caused by any magical action or trap.

If it was a phenomenon caused by traps or barriers in the dungeon, Damian couldn’t have been unaware of it, but the cool sensation running down his spine was quite uncanny, considering it didn’t do any harm.

“...Who is swearing at me?”

“Where is the one or two people who curse the owner! Master, you have to take care of yourself!”

“Yeah, but.”

After-after after-after!

So, while Damian responded to the words of the mungchi sitting on his shoulder, it was not difficult for him to feel an itchy feeling in his ears.

He didn’t know who was swearing at him, but it was because it was an intuition that even the person concerned could vaguely feel that he would be quite tired the moment he got out of here anyway.

“Anyway... pretty deep.”

“Looks like you’ve been down for over an hour already, master!”

Damian was descending a staircase barely wide enough for one person to pass through. The stairs, which stretched out in a straight line without the slightest bend or break, showed no sign of ending as much as a bunch of words.

As if walking towards the base of a deep crevasse, the handrails of the stairs rising on both sides of Damian and the bundle are so high that it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a castle wall.

What’s more, the fact that the stairs on the single road are not installed for any stair reference, and the long road stretches, makes me think that perhaps it is not an actual building, but a kind of infinite loop.

Otherwise, I couldn’t have been down the stairs for over an hour.

Of course, a normal person would not have installed a tomb under the Patreon Sea like this.

Of course, the moment it touches it, the existence is destroyed and the barrier of destruction is applied.

It would not have been possible to build a road that was so far away that it could be said that a new building was built after digging up an area the size of a World Cup stadium.

Considering that all of it is made up of Nahinir, an ancient runic language that only existed hundreds of years ago.

Or if you put off the fact that he implemented all three things that even Maria Yones, who went through all the pre-natal battles, wouldn’t believe.

It could be said that Damian’s speculation that the person who created this unrealistic space was Hildebrinho de Garcia was almost a fait accompli.

“The level of the magic formations guarding Baldakino, and the way they created such a ridiculous space... There is absolutely no middle ground. No matter how much you say it’s your friend’s grave, isn’t this a little too much? This is almost a dragon, not a human.”

“Of course it’s not a dragon, master! I have never seen a human being capable of creating such a space!”

Food Duck!

Just like how Damian now looks around the all-white space and complains like a quick-fire gun.

As if even Mungchi nodded and agreed to that statement.

It was because, unless someone was as strong as Hildebrinho de Garcia, < Human > who could create the space they had passed through was unprecedented in history.

“I don’t know if this is a real stone wall... or if it’s a manifestation of will created by some supreme being. One thing is certain.”

“What do you mean, master?”

“That the person who created this far transcends human aesthetic sense, or has bad taste comparable to it.”

Poof!

When Damian looked up, Moongchi raised his head together.

Ordinary criminals would have been enslaved to their ideological powers and repeated walking until their legs were broken.

Or he would have tried to get out of this hellish place by taking his own life when he had even a little bit of his ego left.

“...it will be like this right away.”

Tuduk! Dudududuk!

So, while Damian rubbed his red-stained forehead, he couldn’t help but blink his eyes as an unfamiliar rupture echoed in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the intangible wall he crashed into began to fall off one by one, like the tiles on the outer wall of the bathroom.

It was because, in an instant, like Tetris collapsing, the white space was collapsing.

[Notice: The ideological power of the white space disappears!]

[Notice: Free from the restraints of the white space!]

[Notice: You have cleared Hildebrynne’s test < The Pilgrimage of Forgotten Heroes >!]

[Notice: White space ‘s will guides you to Akrasia-yu’s space!]

“Hmm.”

Ugh support!

As Damian stood there with his arms crossed, a system message came to his mind quickly.

At the same time, the space was distorted and the scenery completely changed, which happened almost simultaneously.

As if the crazy infinite staircase was actually a painting that caused an optical illusion, the space changed so quickly that you couldn’t even recognize the existence of the stairs before you knew it.

And Damian was soon able to confirm that the place he was standing on was not a stairway of countless steps, but rather a plain stone with a soft exterior and a rugged exterior.

“...what the fuck is this again.”

Judging by the traces of sweat pouring like rain on the flat stone he was standing on.

Maybe Damian didn’t come down countless infinite stairs.

It was as if he had been walking in place ever since he opened the lid of the coffin and came down.

“Huh... I’m going to put up with it just this once. Really Next time, I won’t stand it either.”

“What will you do if you don’t hold it in, master!”

“I don’t know dude. Quiet.”

As Damian turned his head away from the flat stone at his feet, a small mana resonant sound filled the hall.

The octagonal space was more like a shrine than a temple.

The light falling on the stone statue that seems to be several meters tall is like looking at the cupola of the Duomo Cathedral in Florence.

The elaborately carved stone statue of Akrasia Yu seems to be kneeling in the middle of the shrine in a lofty appearance.

However, the reason why Damian was looking up at the stone statue of Akrasia Yu standing in front of him was not because of the statue that looked like it was praying or because of the numerous Nahinir letters engraved on the cupola.

It could be said that it was because the weapon that Akrasia Yu was holding like a staff was emitting a light that was so clear that the light falling from the cupola was colorless.

“This is...”

Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh!

And the moment Damian turned his gaze toward the window that was emitting light from Akrasia Yu, the weapon in his hand began to radiate a brilliant light more intensely, as if reciprocating.

A single ray of dawn—it was quite a different light from the emerald water color of the Patreon Sea—a spear that seemed to even shine through, so that the two white auras that gushed out like river water endlessly wrapped around the blade.

It is a weapon that made Akrasia Yu not hesitate to call it a divine spear, and a legendary weapon that has been mentioned as often as his heroic story in which he played an active role in the battle against the seven demons who shook Middle-earth hundreds of years ago.

It was the light spear Brionac.