Chapter 889

Chapter 889

Bentley, deprived of his divine power and exiled from the Land of the Gods, was stripped of his title as the God of Dungeons and left wandering.

However, even if his qualifications as a god had been taken away from him, the fact that he was once the God of Dungeons remained. Even as a human, he was still as powerful as ever. Also, the dungeon production methods and everything related to dungeons that had been ingrained in his head would never be imitated and copied by anyone currently. But he was left with nowhere to go in the land of the humans and could only keep walking.

Do I have to make a dungeon and live in it?

He could probably build a cabin and live like any other human being. However, even though Bentley admitted and recognized the mistakes and wrongdoings that he committed, he still did not want to stoop so low.

...Damn it.

In the first place, Bentley was not one of the Continental Gods. He was born a pure-blooded god. He could not fit in the land of humans or hide in the dungeons.

If he had to be honest, former God of Dungeons Bentley had already given up on living. That was why he deliberately did not drink a sip of water even though he was walking in a desert under the sun's glaring light.

I truly became a human, huh?

Bentleys head felt dizzy, and his body was covered with sweat. His throat was so dry that he felt like they were burnt; he could not even spit saliva from his mouth.

Thud

Bentley, who had no will to live from the beginning, allowed himself to lie on the hot desert ground and looked up at the bright and scorching sky above him. What a tragic ending, no? He felt like it was better to die than to live like this.

But then, at that moment, a small shadow covered his body. When Bentley turned his eyes, he was greeted by a familiar face. With a straight nose, sharp jawline, and bright eyes, this familiar face stretched his hand toward him.

Bentley, who was thinking about how freaking handsome this man was, suddenly wondered why the Food God came to see him.

Bentley. I need your help.

...?

Did he need his help? Bentley could not help but look at the Food God in confusion. Why would he need the help of someone like him, who had been deprived of his divine power and stripped of his position as a god?

Why would a great man like you need my help? Thats nonsense. Cant you just let me go and die in peace? Bentley ignored Minhyuk and proceeded to close his eyes.

But then, at that moment, Minhyuk pushed something into his mouth.

Mmmph! Hmmmph! What in the world?!

Gulp, gulp

Bentley, forced to gulp whatever was in his mouth, looked at Minhyuk with wide-open eyes. Whatever he swallowed tasted sweet and refreshing and smoothly went down his throat.

Although he had adamantly refused Minhyuk earlier, Bentley grabbed the plastic bottle and gulped its contents. He felt delighted as if he had found the oasis inside this hot and dry desert. After drinking the bottle's contents, Bentleys hazy and blurred consciousness finally returned to clarity.

H- how can it be like this? Can water taste this sweet? When Bentley looked at the bottle, he saw the word pocarist written on it.

Bentley, whose senses were finally back, stood up. He had already lost his motivation to live. There was nothing left for him to do here.

It seems like I have to die somewhere else.

But just when he was about to turn around and live, Minhyuk said, There is a dungeon that only you can run.

...

A dungeon that only he could run? Bentley turned to look at Minhyuk.

God of Dungeons Evas had given me the authority to run a God-rank dungeon once.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

...! Bentley was quite shocked to learn that God Evas had given Minhyuk the authority to run a dungeon.

This authority was much more significant than what Minhyuk or Haze believed it to be. Compared to other ordinary authority to run dungeons, the one that Evas bestowed had limitless potential. However, it would be difficult for ordinary people to utilize even a tenth of the dungeons true power.

Bentleys heart thumped wildly.

Something that belonged to God Evas

The truth was, Bentley thought it would be better for him to run a dungeon of his own, even though his talent in dungeon production lagged behind that of Evas. If it was the dungeon that Evas had left behind, then an outstanding and shocking dungeon might have been born if he had added his skills and talents in operating and managing dungeons.

Haa haa

Bentleys breathing turned ragged. What do you intend to do with that dungeon?

Minhyuk explained the step-by-step process of his planned use of the dungeon to Bentley.

Sounds fun.

This was the first thing that Bentley thought of when he heard Minhyuks explanation. Although he was no longer a god, he felt he could make an achievement far better than what a god could make.

Then, Minhyuk asked him again, Bentley, will you run and manage dungeons for the Beyond the Heavens Empire?

This time, Bentley did not hesitate. He now had a new goal in his life.

I will make a dungeon that no other god has ever made.

Bentley grabbed Minhyuks outstretched hand.

At this moment, two big shots, who could not mix like oil and water, cooperated.

***

...

Locke deliberately left the troops behind and only went there by himself. He thought the Black Hammer Dwarves might feel threatened by their presence and would probably think they would attack them, ending in a war. Besides, he came here to make a deal, not to fight.

Minhyuk had told Locke to tell the Black Hammer Dwarves that they would listen to whatever they wanted. This was because the Beyond the Heavens Empire's life and death depended on this.

The Black Hammer Dwarves, with their rugged and rough appearance, looked like ordinary dwarves on the outside. The only difference was that they were all wearing black armor and a cape carrying the symbol of a black hammer on their backs.

Fwoooosh

Fwoooooooooooosh

The rush of heat from the bellows that the dwarves were manning covered the entire area and made it seem like they were being enveloped by lava. If Locke were to be honest, he was terrified of the Black Hammer Dwarves.

Look at their tough and ugly looks! And what kind of arm is that?!

Their arms were as big as Ma Dong-Seoks and looked like they could easily twist Lockes neck in a heartbeat.

After being dragged for quite some time, Locke was forced to face the dwarf standing atop the long and high staircase. Wearing silver armor, he looked cool. However, the fact that he was 140 cm tall took away his majesty.

[Black Hammer Dwarven King Vernon has appeared!]

[The Black Hammer Dwarfs Overwhelming Momentum has been triggered!]

[The Overwhelming Momentum has restricted your breathing!]

[Your resistance against abnormal status has decreased by 40%!]

Keheok!

The overwhelming momentum emanating from the small stature of the Dwarven King was far stronger than expected and had weighed down upon Locke. If someone weaker than Locke, like the soldiers, came here, they would have already fainted.

Black Hammer Dwarven King Vernon turned to look at him and said, The Beyond the Heavens Emperor sent you?

That- thats right. His Majesty is requesting your help. We hope the Black Hammer Dwarves can help us recreate Bless.

Bless?!

Did he just say, Bless?!

That divine weapon?!

Even Vernon was quite surprised when he heard what Locke said. Bless was an armored weapon that was born thousands of years ago from the hands of their great ancestors. And they wanted to recreate it with their help? However, they knew it would still be complicated even if they were skilled.

Then, Locke said, His Majesty told me that he is willing to grant whatever the Black Hammer Dwarves want.

...Whatever we want? Kikiki Kikikikikiki Kikikiki! Vernon covered his face, an evil and wild laughter escaping his lips.

Hes this type of character? No way. Is he going to ask us to help them conquer the lands? Locke grew increasingly nervous.

He could tell that what they would ask of them would not be small. After all, they were asking the Black Hammer Dwarves to help them recreate Bless.

Then, Vernon said, The Black Hammer Dwarves have lived in the shadows for a long time. These hands that had produced countless armored weapons could easily drown the world in blood. However, we did not do so. Because we needed something, something thats far greater than that.

...

Gulp

Locke gulped dryly, a groan escaping his lips when Vernons sharp eyes turned to look at him.

I will tell you what I, no, what we need. Perk your ears up and listen closely.

Locke immediately focused all of his attention on Vernons charismatic face. What in the world do you want?!!!

Vernons eyes almost turned green with greed as he looked at Locke. Then, he took a deep breath and said, We want to grow taller.

...?

Just three centimeters taller

...?

Locke was utterly taken aback. Looking around, he heard the other Black Hammer Dwarves talking among themselves.

If were three centimeters taller, then we can wear other clothes and look a bit more different

Wow. If Lord Vernon grew three centimeters taller, wouldnt he be 140 centimeters tall?

Kghhk~ If were 140 centimeters tall, wouldnt we fit perfectly into whatever clothes or armor we want?

My god 140 centimeters~!!!

If were 140 centimeters tall, we will look great in anything.

A hundred and forty Woaaaaaaah

...

At this point, Locke realized that he was facing the most significant challenge in the world.