A Transmigrator's Privilege

by Usui Takumii

not mine, wuxia world. Waiting for the translator to update.

14. 131 to 136

"…What?"

Dad's eyes widened. I reworded it to make it easier to understand.

"I don't know if you've heard the news, but I am the Saint who just appeared in the Church. I also received the Title of The Holy One because I know how to use Descent of Divinity."

"…"

Dad was silent for a while, his mouth wide open. I guess he can't believe it. Should I cast Mercury's Barrier once?

"How can this be?"

"Dad?"

"To think my daughter gave up healing potions to became a healer. The greatest promised alchemist of the century was stolen by the church…!"

"…"

As expected, the alchemy industry has some inferiority complex about divine powers.

At that time Thesilid, who had chewed down a piece of roasted goose, opened his mouth.

"Father."

"Yes. Tell me, son-in-law."

You said you would call him Sir Thesilid!

Unlike me, who screamed internally, Thesilid was rather calm. As expected of the 17th round, his years of experience are solid.

"A while ago, a dungeon burst occurred on the border between the Holy Country and the Republic. If it wasn't for Eli's divine power at that time, more people might have been sacrificed. I hope you can be proud of her divine power awakening."

"Yes, I understand."

Dad nodded his head as if possessed by the voice that seemed to be reciting the Bible.

This time Mother asked Thesilid.

"So you're like our daughter's escort paladin?"

"An escort is too much for my humble station. The one who's being protected is me, so I just…"

He seems to be worried because he can't choose the back story.

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' says he seems to have realized that his position is a Tank Shuttle.]

I stepped out to build a healthy relationship.

"He's the vice-captain of my Paladin's Order. He's a reliable tank. I became a Saint to heal him."

Mom and Dad stared at Thesilid and nodded earnestly.

"To give the Lord healing." (Dad)

"You become a Saint." (Mom)

"Right." (Dad)

"I see." (Mom)

Then.

"Please take good care of our daughter."

"Please take good care of our daughter."

They asked a favor from Thesilid with eyes filled with self-interest.

Oh, I'm really going to have an upset stomach.

I feared something bad would happen if I left Thesilid alone at The Vatican, so I brought him here, but what the hell is this?

"Please take good care of me, Mother, Father."(Terry)

"…"

It seems that Thesilid, who is accepting everything, is also a problem. The purpose of informing about my situation to my parents has been successfully completed.

I sipped my cool drink and said.

"I am going to stay overnight. I got permission from Countess Gillette through the Head Maid when I entered the castle earlier."

After proving Terry's identity with the Holy Sword and delivering a letter from Cardinal Cattleya, permission was readily granted.

"I guess we can give him Frintz's room. Oh, Frintz is Eli's older brother, but now the room is vacant because he's in Wilhelon."

"I see. I owe you this grace."

"No need for debts. Make yourself at home."

After the meal, I took Thesilid to my brother's room. Frintz's room, which was cleaner than mine, had no shortage to house Thesilid.

I felt proud for some reason.

After entering the room, the two of us sat face to face and talked for a while.

"Forget what my mom and dad said."

"Why? I want to leave it as a pleasant memory."

"That?"

"A harmonious couple in a harmonious family…It was nice that I could be part of that painting for a little while."

He smiled brightly

"So, you too, don't forget and remember."

"…"

The talk seemed to be an everyday chat about the weather, but I became solemn for nothing.

For some reason, the longer I spend with Thesilid, the more I seem to attach meaning to every word he says.

"Well, let's play for our heart's content and make it up for yesterday and the day before."

"Yes."

In fact, today was the third day of our vacation.

For the past two days, we've traveled around the continent of Serentra, eradicating bandits, and subduing undiscovered A-class dungeons and below.

It was an activity to earn money.

A treasure chest was dragged out of the air at my gestures. Thanks to the Bag Decoration, the 2nd reward of the Missionary Quest, the Satchel Bag has been fully inventoried. Now it seemed that the only time I had to take out the bag in front of me was when I had to organize the items stored inside.

"If I dispose of all of this, would it be around 20,000 gold?"

"That's enough money to run the paladins for the time being."

"Well, no. It's not enough."

"Why?"

"In fact, there is a place where a large amount of money goes in besides the operation of the Order."

"Where?"

"Now I have to do my part as a bishop and that's to make my own parish and build a church."

"Ahh."

I faithfully prepared for the 3rd part of the Missionary Quest.

Then the necklace rang.

The dungeons we subdued the day before yesterday had no real value other than Boss rewards, so we closed all of them. If you want to earn money, wouldn't it be better to attack dungeons where resources are continuously produced?

I immediately answered with pleasure.

"Wow, Agnes. Long time no see. Are you not angry anymore?"

…I'm still mad, but I'm bored because there's no one to talk to.

"I was bored without Agnes, too. Let's not fight from now on, let's get along well."

It wasn't a fight. You were unilaterally in the wrong.

"Yes, yes. I will do well."

I smiled and touched the pendant.

Then Thesilid brought the conversation back to its original subject.

"If you want to make money, wouldn't it be better to attack dungeons where resources are constantly produced?"

"…"

"What's the matter?"

"You said the same thing as Agnes."

Thesilid, who I thought would be embarrassed, only let out a rigging laugh in his throat. It was a pleasant sound to hear, like the echo of a thick string.

I said.

"It's a matter of course based on what we were talking about. But it's not good to overdo it. We might be checked by other punitive forces."

There are two ways to make money using dungeons that yield resources.

The first is to keep it secret and monopolize it. My dungeon farm can be sorted in this group.

The second is to receive a certain distribution of the generated output as a subjugator. It's a kind of commission fee for business.

Dungeons are, by default, owned by the landlord of the place where they were created.

For example, in the 'Contaminated Crystal Cave' dungeon in Gillette Fief, the mine workers dig up ore and pay a certain tax to Count Gillette, and the Count pays part of such profits to the subjugator.

Using the second method, the name of the subjugator will inevitably become known.

There is nothing good about the rumor that a Saint is monopolizing a dungeon that makes money.

'I'll just have to pick a few dungeons with very, very good stuff and register them.'

I already had one thing in mind.

Thesilid thought similarly and finally came up with an opinion.

"Dungeons with materials for space transfer stones and advanced healing potions are more efficient. How about a dungeon where mermaid tears are produced? It's an ingredient for the highest quality potion."

"…"

"Why are you looking at me like that again?"

"Ah, you said the same thing as Agnes again."

"…"

Oh, you're not making a pleasant laugh this time. I decided to confess my true feelings.

"Mermaids have only females due to their racial characteristics. My blood pressure suddenly rises when I think of you being kidnapped again."

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' whispers that he must be deliberately trying to provoke you by making you jealous.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' tells you to understand, what you can do about him being born with a harem buff..]

Oh, I want to see World God.

"…I'm not that weak anymore."

Thesilid covered his mouth with one hand, pretending to wash his face dry. It was certainly an embarrassing subject for the paladin.

"I know. It's just that I'm worried and angry. Anyway, let's think about a dungeon with mermaids."

"Yes."

This time Agnes gave her opinion.

Do you know anything about the dungeon where Unisus appears? Their horns are used as material for the space transfer stones.

Unisus is a beast in the form of a horse with wings and horns.

"Ah, Unisus."

The moment I repeated Agnes' words out loud, Thesilid's expression hardened. It seems a quick denial is needed here.

"I know of one place, but it has yet to be created, and Unisus are beasts that like to catch maidens so I'm a little reluctant to do it."

"…Well thought out, Eli."

Yes. I'll sneak out behind your back.

I'd better change the subject.

"Terry, are you tired?"

"No. why?"

"I was thinking of showing you around the Count's castle if you have enough energy. There are places and friends I would like to introduce you to."

"Good."

We got up right away.

Unlike me, who took a moment to change into comfortable clothes, Thesilid stuck to his paladin uniform.

I walked alongside him in the hallway where sunlight poured through the windows.

"We are going to the library. I was originally a servant here, but I am friends with the Count's Young Lady, and my mother is also a friend-like sister with the Countess. So I was given special permission."

While bragging, I arrived at the library.

It is a law to be quiet in the library, so I whispered into Thesilid's ear.

"Actually, the final destination is a dungeon."

"Is there a dungeon in the Count's Castle?"

"Yes. This is the place I subjugated when I was 10 years old."

After another boast, I took a particular book off the shelf. The entrance to the dungeon appeared from the created gap.

"Let's go!"

I grabbed Thesilid's wrist and jumped inside.

The view waned and widened, and a farm surrounded by an idyllic landscape appeared as if jumping from a painting.

"This is…"

"This is my herb farm."

Clattering!

Seven skeletons rushed out and lined up, rubbing their jaw joints. It probably means nice to meet you and welcome.

"Let me introduce you. They are my farm family. From left to right: His, Agapan, Aster, Bellos, Ranon, and Kirtan. Lastly, this friend here is Epiden with a beautiful skull, shoulder blades, and iliac bones."

"Should I say…nice to meet you?"

As expected, a social interaction between the undead and a paladin was awkward.

"Everyone is free to go. Only Epiden remains."

Clattering!

Six skeletons scattered. Apparently, they were spending their free time.

Kirtan elegantly arranged flowers, and Agapan polished his tombstone until it shined. Ranon carved cute animals out of a piece of wood, and Hias threw a fishing rod into the reservoir.

Lastly, Aster and Bellos…

'Why do the two go together into the same grave and close the lid?'

My eyes are blurred.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' scolds you while asking what are you doing when even the undead are in love?']

That's not this genre.

['The Creative Business Manager' encourages you to buy on impulse, saying that genre change rights are always on sale.]

I don't have 10 billion in cash.

While feeling extreme resentment, a question suddenly crossed my mind.

'Wait. Just because the genre is fantasy doesn't mean you don't date at all. Isn't it?'

If you look at such main characters, they make a harem because they can't pick one heroine above all others. Isn't that also a type of relationship?

So, maybe I can fall in love without buying a genre change ticket?!

'Gods?'

But somehow the message window was quiet. It wasn't until a long time later that the gods' answers came.

['The Creative Business Manager' warns that if you are caught tricking the rules you will face a bad ending.]

['The Spoiler Inspector' nods solemnly.]

'A bad ending?'

['The Spoiler Inspector' gives strength to his eyes.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' notices the 'The Spoiler Inspector' and says that you must buy the genre change ticket, there's no other way.]

['The Creative Business Manager' notices the 'The Spoiler Inspector' and says that he is giving advice thinking of you, not for sales.]

What is it? Now I'm really curious about this.

However, the Gods couldn't seem to speak, so I thought I would have to find out later in a different way. For now, I decided to leave this question behind and solve the business I came here for.

"Epiden."

Clattering?

I took an item out of my inventory and handed it over to Epiden.

"I picked it up on my way here."

[Item 'Scythe of Harvest'

The sickle used by the God of Death was improved for farmers. Chances to double the yield.]

This is the farm tool I got from killing the Sentinel of the Apocalypse, Grelius some time ago.

Epiden, holding the heavy scythe in both hands, straightened his spine in surprise.

Clattering…!

"Do you like it?"

Clattering! Clattering!

"I see. I'm glad."

Just when Epiden was gone, the last member of the dungeon family appeared.

Mmnya…oh! Huh? It's the Farmer! Farmer!

The flame demon, Helverus, who woke up from sleeping in the furnace, found me and quickly approached along the rice field. As the distance closed, Helverus gradually changed and became a 6-year-old boy.

Farmer, long time no see! But who is the human next to you?

"It's been a while, Helverus. This is Thesilid Argent. You can't mess around with him because he's a paladin. This is Helverus, the Hellfire. He's in charge of processing the by-products of the farm and heating in the winter. Being a vegetarian is his individual feature."

At this point, Thesilid looked a little absent-minded.

"To think that Saint runs a farm with undead and hellfire…"

"It's a secret in the Church. I will trust you, okay?"

I took Thesilid and went to the wisteria pergola.

As we sat across from each other on the bench, Helverus poked his head out over the table. Epiden set the tin kettle on Helverus' curly hair and brewed the tea.

Farmer, would you like to see fireworks? I practiced making they pop really cool!

"I'm looking forward to it. But not now, a little later."

We can't disturb Aster and Bellos.

Yes! OK!

Epiden left the flower tea on the wooden table and disappeared.

Helverus also went to eat some hay, saying that if he wanted to set off fireworks, he would have to stock up on strength.

Thesilid looked around the quiet dungeon farm and opened his mouth.

"It seems that the undead also have hobbies."

"Because it is necessary to have a pastime to pass still time. It's good for their mental health."

Suddenly, I wondered if the skeletons who had lived for hundreds of years might be Thesilid's, who is continuing his life by repeating multiple returns, seniors in life.

Come to think of it, he doesn't seem to have any hobbies.

Sitting in front of the reservoir, I glanced at Hias, who was lost in thought and recommended to Thesilid.

"Do you want to try it, too? Fishing."

"…Shall I?"

"Aside from fishing, flower arranging, sculpture, and tea ceremony are also fine. Go and ask them about it. Everyone will kindly teach you."

"I see. But weren't there seven skeletons? I can't see two of them."

"…Never mind those two."

"Okay."

Thesilid stood up from the bench with a nice smile. His choice was, of course, fishing. Left alone in the wisteria pergola, I drank the tea.

What are you going to do now?

"I happen to have something to do."

I opened the system right away.

'I can't stand being curious.'

The bad ending that occurs when dating without purchasing a genre change ticket.

What I'm going to do now is to address that question.

I carefully entered a thoroughly calculated comment to appeal to as many people as possible.

[Kill Heal]: Hello masters of Transmigration. I'm a newbie, can I ask a question?

The transmigrators community chat window.

Even today, it was in the process of creating a polite chatting culture with good manners by using the fine Korean language correctly.

[Cider Pass 381]: Oh, why don't you give me a ticket? I'll give you cash, so sell it.

[A Successful Fan]: No new content updates. No events. It seems like an operational mess.

[Attention Seeker with Hidden Power]: ? Are you looking for new content while you haven't cracked the Tower of Trials yet?

[Original addict 7]: Not everyone is a tower addict like you.

[Genre Change Aspirant]: Is there a discount on genre change tickets…

[Monster Chef]: Please sell the top skill books. It's hard to make a livingㅠ.

[Daughter of the Pope]: The Miss Female Lead here is cheating the beauty status.

[Harem Construction Worker]: Summer is here, please, please, let swimsuits be given as gifts, go, go.

[No.1 Hunter's daughter]: Is it time to talk about wishes like that? Please update the event dungeon!

[Original addict 7]: In Hunter Daughter's worldview, a zombie dungeon break can occur on Halloween and the setting becomes a zombie apocalypse, are you okay with that?

[Genre Change Aspirant]: I'd rather do that…

[Monster Chef]: What kind of contemporary work did you transmigrate into, to become crooked like that even after eating kimchi and ramen? ㅠ

[Genre Change Aspirant]: I can't eat kimchi and ramen either…there's only French bottled water in the fridge…

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: The Ms. Genre Change transmigrated into is…?

[Daughter of the Pope]: I'm jealous…

[Harem Construction Worker]: ? What is the genre?

Around the time the users were talking about what they wanted from the Transmigration Bureau or strengthening their friendship by speaking about each other's lonely circumstances.

[Kill Heal]: Hello masters of Transmigration. I'm a newbie, can I ask a question?

[Monster Chef]: Huh.

[Original addict 7]: What.

[Cider Pass 381]: Crazy.

[Master Chef]: Kill Heal?

[Harem Construction Worker]: What is it? Is that?

[FFF-level Physical Skills]: Wow, awesome. it's Kill Heal!

[Kill Hill]:? Everyone?

[A Successful Fan]: Lololololololololo, okay. Let's answer the question.

[Original addict 7]: Newbie questions are welcomed. Lol.

[Kill Heal]: I transmigrated in a Fantasy Novel. What happens if I don't buy a genre change ticket and fall in love?

[Harem Construction Worker]: Are you dating?

[Kill Heal]: There's nothing wrong with building a harem.

[Harem Construction Worker]: You're dating at that level of difficulty?

[Cider Pass 381]: Kill Heal, what kind of novel did you transmigrate to?

[Kill Heal]: Why all of a sudden?

[Cider Pass 381]: I'm curious what a SS level-difficulty novel looks like

[Kill Hill]: …

[Kill Hill]: How do you know that?

The questioner's words were shortened. As long as she intuited that the deception of a newbie had failed, there was no reason for only her to use formal speech.

[Cider Pass 381]: If you achieve S-level or a higher-level difficulty, the chat will be notified. Lololololololololol.

[A Successful Fan]: Lololololo, welcome back.

[Original addict 7]: lololol.

[Kill Heal]: Ha…

[Attention Seeker with Hidden Power]: Pretending to be a newbie to snag interest. Are you an attention seeker?

[Cider Pass 381]: You are the official one in this chat. JSU pls.

[Original addict 7]: The attention that Kill Heal gets even if they are jabbedThe attention that newbies receive The attention Mr. Attention Seeker receives because he's frantically spamming about raiding the Tower.

[Cider Pass 381]: Addict preaching the truth. So! What novel did you transmigrate into? lolololol

[Kill Heal]: I…transmigrated in RUWS…

[Harem Construction Worker]: Fucking RUWS!? LOLOLOLOLOL

[Cider Pass 381]: That sweet potato novel?

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: Wow. If it's RUWS were you the older sister with the number in front of me? You were the one who was sincerely asking for parenting, right?

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: Hing; no answer; You read it, but why?

[Cider Pass 381]: Sister Kill Heal, please answer Miss Tyrant's Daughter.

[Kill Hill]:?

[Kill Hill]: I blocked everyone with daughter in their names so I can't read them.

Note 01: JSU = Just Shut Up

Note 02: RUWS = Return Until The World Is Saved

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: I knew it, lolololololololol

[Cider Pass 381]: lololololololol, Seems right.

[Apple of the Eyes11]: Thank you for the authentication, lololololololol!

[Attention Seeker with Hidden Power]: But.

[Attention Seeker with Hidden Power]: Are you really SS class? How many floors have you reached in the Tower of Trials?

[Kill Heal]: I completed all of them.

[Cider Pass 381]: Oh my.

[FFF-level Physical Skills]: Goodness.

[Harem Construction Worker]: This is crazy.

[Attention Seeker with Hidden Power]: Can you prove it? If you do not have proof, don't lie.

[FFF-level Physical Skills]: Bro Seeker.

[Hidden Power]: Huh?

[FFF-class physical]: Bro, it's been a little uncomfortable since a while ago.

[Hidden Power]: ?

[FFF-class physical]: Kill Heal is stronger than you are, but you are talking down to her without honorifics. Please call her Sister.

[Original addict 7]: HA!

[Cider Pass 381]: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL.

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL!

[Harem Construction Worker]: But then, that means Sister didn't finish RUWS before going to the tower?

[Original addict 7]: Yep, yep. If you think the protagonist of RUWS was finally done saving the world at the end of the original, you will be fooled because the ending sign suddenly disappears and the content becomes strange. The ending is also outrageous.

[Harem Construction Worker]: I was tricked by the harem tag so I got off without finishing it. I did well.

[Cider Pass 381]: I got off after tasting the sweet potato mash this work throws down your throat. Lolololol!

[Kill Heal]: Oh, enough. Please answer my question. What happens if I shoot a romance in Fantasy without buying a genre change ticket?

[Kill Heal]: Does anyone know? Are you all newbies?

[A Successful Fan]: I'm a newbie.

[Harem Construction Worker]: Newbie Newbie here.

[Cider Pass 381]: I'm Newbiex3.

Long after the experts had sung in a deceptive chorus, someone raised a hand.

[Monster Chef]: I know…ㅠㅠ

[Monster Chef]: Don't do it if you can't afford the ticket. ㅠㅠ Just live alone, Sister. ㅠㅠ

[Kill Heal]: What happened to make you say that?

[Monster Chef]: The bereavement ending comes out.

[A Successful Fan]: What?

[Harem Construction Worker]: Bereavement?

[Tyrant's Daughter 5]: The Chef has such a sad story ㅠㅠ

[Kill Heal]: …

[Kill Heal]: Please elaborate.

[Monster Chef]: It's just as I said. As soon as I confessed, a certain dragon appeared, fired a breath and my favorite character died. ㅠㅠIt was a really improbable no-nonsense deathㅠㅠand during the next whole month, I almost died for crazy and trivial reasonsㅠㅠ if you have a relationship that's not in the original, one of them dies or both die. ㅠㅠ

A solemn silence fell over the chat window. Shock and condolences spread through the inter-dimensional LAN network.

[Genre Change Aspirant]: You have to work hard to earn money…Go for it.

[Harem Construction Worker]: If you have a relationship that is not in the original work, it will be a bereavement ending… I'm glad I transmigrated into the original protagonist…

[No.1 Hunter's daughter]: Rofan does not have that restriction. The penalty for being transmigrated in Fantasy is scary.

[A Successful Fan]: May the Chef's favorite character rest in peace…

[Daughter of the Tyrant 5]: But who is Sister Kill Heal flirting with?

[Original addict 7]: The Sweet Potato?

[Harem Construction Worker]: No way. The main character there…

[Kill Heal]: thx, gg.

Ellet's eyes became very empty when she turned off the chat window.

What's wrong?

"Because I am poor. Hiing."

Before I could pretend to cry.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom boom!

Look at me, farmer!

Without knowing Ellet's inner anguish, Helverus beautifully embroidered his flames in the blue sky of the Dungeon Farm.

Midnight that day. Lying in bed, I opened my eyes wide.

I raised my upper body with a face that showed no signs of sleeping.

It wasn't just because I couldn't sleep after being shocked by the fact that 'in Fantasy Genre if you have a relationship that is not in the original work, you will have a bereavement ending'.

"Agnes, let's go."

Yes, yes.

There was something I had to secretly do in the middle of the night.

Wearing light pajamas and slip-ons, I broke the space transition stone. The stone moved my body to the place where the coordinates were previously engraved.

When I opened the eyes that I had closed for a while, I saw cypress trees densely planted.

This was one of the forests belonging to the county of Gillette.

"Looks like we came a little early."

At the empty space seven steps away, a black whirlpool split into five branches was slowly spinning in place. As the rotation continued, the point at the center of the vortex gradually increased in size.

This is the first time I've seen a dungeon gate being created.

This was the Burst Dungeon that devastated the Gillette estate in the original work.

Of course, it will take some time to burst open, but wouldn't it be nice to clear it in advance while it was still in a normal dungeon state?

Suddenly, the dot grew into a huge shape.

It was the birth of a complete gate.

But why did you leave Thesilid behind?

"There are two reasons. First of all, you know when we go in."

I stepped right into the gate.

[System You have entered the A-level dungeon 'Mysterious Forest of Unisus'.]

Under the pink sky, a dreamy forest with light purple leaves unfolded before my eyes.

White creatures were seen between the silvery wooden pillars.

A white horse boasting sparkling jewel horns and angel wings. It was Unisus, a demonic beast with an appearance that would make you mistake them for a divine creature at first glance.

It's a human virgin.

She's even a beauty.

The King will like it.

It seemed that the white beasts, famous for identifying young maidens, sniffed me. They turned in my direction and whispered among themselves.

Agnes said.

I never thought the Unisus Dungeon I knew of would be here. Well, yes. I understand the first reason why you left Thesilid behind. The second one is?

"I'm afraid he'll find it strange."

That is quite the bland reason. I thought you guys decided to skip the shady part of each other.

"Nevertheless."

From all sides of the forest, Unisus approached as if besieging me.

As they got closer, their shapes changed into white-haired handsome boys with jewel horns on their foreheads.

It was humanization.

Thanks to the white robes that were tight around their waists, their appearances were reminiscent of young priests from a monastery. However, with the pupils torn vertically, their flashing red eyes made their identities clear.

They tried to seduce me by deceit.

"Lovely lady, are you lost?"

"Your face is full of worries."

"Stay with us. This is a place where there are no worries or troubles."

"Yes. You will like this forest. Hm?"

It sounded like a chorus of boys, before having their voices deepened, were singing a hymn.

Agnes advised at the ridiculous temptation.

They're using low-level commanding words. Pretend you're moderately hypnotized.

It wasn't difficult.

I fixed my gaze on the pointed jewelry horn rising from the center of their foreheads.

'That's all space transfer stones….That's all money…'

I was able to perfectly portray the 'enchanted eyes' look.

Dozens of Unisus boys got closer as if they were clinging to each other. Someone put a long lace veil on my head, and someone else put a mauve garland on my head.

"Come on, let's go to our King."

"Come on. The King is waiting for you."

Unisus led me by scattering flowers like a fairy tale. Escorts were made on both sides.

After walking and walking along the carpet-like path of moss grass, we arrived at an empty lot.

There was an exceptionally large tricolored wisteria in the center.

Under the canopy of light purple, sky blue, and white wisteria flowers, a couch made of petals was visible and a white-haired, handsome young man was drowsily lying there.

Long white hair spread to the floor, and a jeweled horn long enough to be deformed could be seen.

It must have been a very old Unisus.

His identity was obvious.

[System The owner of the dungeon, 'Casanova Unisus King, Eliniro', ranked 1762nd in the Demon World, has appeared.]

Eliniro raised his leaning body from the couch made of petals.

As he approached me, the young Unisus who had brought me withdrew.

A low tone with the power of temptation rang in my ears together with a pretentious deadly smile.

"Are you my new bride?"

Who this dirty perverted degenerate dares to covet? Ugh, I really hate it.

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' says that there are many reasons for disqualification even if this man is dropped in a reverse harem.]

Around that time, Eliniro stood close to me.

"My tastes are picky. Well, let's check the bride's face."

"…."

Eliniro's hand lifted my veil. His red eyes widened slightly.

"This is beyond my expectations."

"…"

"I'm going to get married right now …Oh, I should start with the proposal first. I tend to value formality."

And Eliniro said it with a very nice smile.

"Lay my eggs."

For reference, Unisus is ovarian. These winged horses are closer to birds than to mammals.

Then a cold voice came from my necklace.

Ellet, kill this bastard.

Whether they laid eggs or not, my right hand carrying aura quickly reached Eliniro's face. And.

Pop!

"…!"

I grabbed his long jewel horn and broke it.

Alright, got it.

Eliniro was dumbfounded and hardened in place until I threw his horns into the inventory. Realizing his situation after a while, he widened his eyes in astonishment.

"Ugh, aaaagh!"

Horns do not have nerves like fingernails. His screams were entirely from shock, not pain.

"How dare you! How dare you take my horn…!"

Eyes with long pupils were slit as if they were going to chew me to pieces.

The guy's kin also got angry and helped.

"Such a shameful human virgin!"

"Breaking the King's horn!"

"It is an indelible sin to injure the King's horns! Be prepared!"

I responded calmly.

"It's not just the King's horn."

"What?"

It was at that time that stupid questions were heard here and there.

Took, tok, toduk!

Something heavy fell to the floor simultaneously.

The humanized Unisus were surprised when they belatedly touched their empty foreheads.

"Ho, the horn is cut off!"

"My horn! What happened!"

What do you think happened?

I pulled the Harp Strings of the Spirit King and the severed horns were finely collected at my feet.

"The guys in the back can come forward now."

"Hiik!"

"You're not coming? Then I'm going."

With my dance of extermination, I moved between them and quickly cut off their horns.

Of course I didn't kill anyone, because horns grow back.

The number was less than half a hundred, so it ended quickly. The white-haired boys turned into Unisus but lost their horns before they had time to spread their wings.

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' is flabbergasted as he sees you plucking the horns of a high-ranking beast species like harvesting corn in a farm field.]

Right then the earth's axis shook.

You dare harm my followers!

When I looked back, Eliniro was in the process of returning to his original form after releasing his humanization. A Unisus, the size of a house, rolled its front and back legs one after another with its long mane flying.

Kwakwang! Kugoong!

Craters were formed in the ground stamped by his forefoot, and the beautiful three-colored wisteria pillar struck by the hind foot split in half.

It could be said to be quite intimidating.

"Divine Punishment."

Kyohhohohohohoho.

But this was an A-level dungeon. In other words, Eliniro was on the same level as Ardiman I caught at the beginning of my life in this world.

[System Congratulations! You have defeated the owner of the dungeon, 'Casanova Unisus King, Eliniro', ranked 1762nd in the Demon World.]

[System The Demon Territory 'Mysterious Forest of Unisus' belongs to the dungeon subjugator 'Ellet Rodellaine'.]

With this, a high-value-added dungeon became mine.

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' grumbles that one-hit-kill is too much even if he's a Class A level Boss.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' feels wronged, saying that this is why the contents of the Tower of Trials were consumed quickly.]

"Th-the king is dead!"

"Run away…!"

Perhaps because they were born as beasts, there was no particular loyalty among the Unisus.

The handsome boys turned into winged white horses and scattered all over the place. I didn't catch them because I was going to raise them in grazing from the beginning.

I packed all the jewel horns into my inventory and picked up two loots from Eliniro's corpse.

Let's see.

One item is in the form of a merry-go-round music box and the other is a skill book of the Holy Power Series.

'As expected.'

Items were roughly thrown into the inventory and the skill book was in hand. With that, my business in this dungeon was over. I quietly slipped through the gate.

"It's getting late, so I'll have to report the subjugation to the financial manager tomorrow."

Did you say there was a contract with good terms that Bia wrote?

"Yes. I prepared everything early for today."

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' applauds the Transmigrator's planning.]

['The Eyes that watch over the chaos of all things' smiles until his eyes are bent while working overtime, saying that you still need Bianca.]

Agnes commented in a satisfied voice.

This dungeon subjugation was quite lucrative. Block a burst and get a dungeon that yields transition stone material. Killing two birds with one stone.

"Ah, it's three birds with one stone, to be exact."

I lifted up the skill book that I didn't put in my inventory and showed it.

Huh? Is that skill book important?

"Yes, very much."

The system appraised the skill book.

[Skill 'Advocate of Commands'

Advanced Divine Word-type skill. Forcibly activates the target's skill.

However, you must pay for the Aura, Mana, and Divinity consumed to activate the skill.]

When I explained it as it was, Agnes asked in a puzzled way.

A skill that activates someone else's skill at will?

"It's kind of like a remote control."

Hmm, is there any place to use it?

"Yes."

Where? It's ambiguous to call it a support skill.

I laughed bitterly.

"I have no intention of using it to my allies."

Are you using it against the enemy?

"Yes. To Reed."

…

There was silence for a while in the nightly cypress forest.

It wasn't until the wind came in that the heavy air was blown away, and I opened my mouth again.

"In fact, isn't Agnes aware of it?"

The skill book in my hand disappeared as if it was shattered. The forced activation skill was absorbed into me.

"Because you saw Reed's face up close."

…As expected.

There was no reply from Agnes and that was the most definite positive answer she could give me.

In the early afternoon of the next day, we left the County without eating lunch.

The destination was Panel, the capital of the Church of Elpenheim.

It was a place in front of The Vatican, but we took lodging at a separate inn.

I was still on vacation, and I was going out to keep promises because I wanted to spend the last one a little noisy.

"No uniform."

After checking in, I picked out Thesilid's clothes in the room we reserved.

A shirt and vest were draped over simple trousers and finished with a white cravat.

I also changed into comfortable plain clothes. After leaving the inn, we headed towards a busy street lined with restaurants and taverns.

Due to the time difference, it was dinner time, so the streets and shops were crowded with people.

Thesilid and I went into one of the restaurants with a sign that read, "The Best Supper."

Passing through the noisy 1st floor and going up to the 2nd floor, I was able to immediately spot the people who had come earlier.

"Yo. Your Eminence."

"You came."

"Nice to see you, Hestio, Ephael."

The two of them were also on vacation today for our promised meeting.

As Thesilid and I sat across from each other, Ephael held out the menu and said,

"I ordered food in advance. A whole roasted chicken, grilled pork bone sirloin, asparagus focaccia, salmon quiche, and green grape cordial. Do you need anything more?"

Thesilid reacted.

"Cordial? Isn't that alcohol?"

"It's juice, juice."

I called the clerk and placed an additional order.

"Please give me honey butter sweet potatoes and pumpkin pie. Oh, and add a glass of honey milk here, please."

When I finished the order by pointing at Thesilid, Ephael, and Hestio let out airy laughter in delight.

"Now we are finally keeping the promise to meet we made in the Millennium Ice Castle."

"I know."

While answering Hestio's words, the drink came out first.

While the three of us, including myself, were sipping light green cordials, Thesilid drank milk alone.

"Hey, Ellet."

"Yes. What is it? Hestio."

"Are you okay? I heard you collapsed from overdoing it in the last subjugation."

"I'm fine. Nothing to worry about."

"Well, when I went to visit, they said you had already gone on vacation. What did you do for three days?"

It's just like Hestio to become harsh again as soon as he gets confirmation that my physical condition is fine.

"I robbed bandits, cleared dungeons, and met my parents."

"With Thesilid?"

"Yes. I don't know how someone will harass Terry if I leave him in The Vatican."

"You're overprotective." (Hestio)

"It's overprotective." (Ephael)

I listened to it with the back of my ear and drank the green grape cordial. Suddenly, Ephael brought up a story from the past as if reminiscing.

"Actually, when I first saw you, I thought something similar to Thesilid popped out from somewhere."

"That's a little rude."

"Yep, I'll admit it. I didn't know that you were trying to follow Count Orsche at the Toy's mansion, not as a sacrifice, but to destroy the boss by yourself with Descent of Divinity."

"I'm glad you know now."

"At that time, you could have said something in front of the Boss' room. Well, of course I understand that you wanted to keep your identity a secret. So I know why you didn't say it, but still. At that time, I…"

Ephael's words changed more and more to a rambling talk. I leaned my chin on my hand and smiled at him.

"Did you feel guilty until now? That you tried to kill me then."

"…"

The atmosphere at the table changed completely.

As I gazed at the Ephael, I felt two pairs of startled glances fly into my face from either side.

Ephael stuttered again.

"…D-Did you know?"

"You said we'd meet in heaven then."

The clerk brought out the food. The table was filled with dishes that smelled delicious and showed off a nice visual. However, as if they were nothing more than a good assortment of props, none of the three young men thought of touching the food.

I cut the meat and put it on everyone's plate.

"I don't care. I know there was a reason. So don't feel guilty, either."

However, it seems that his friends thought differently. Hestio and Thesilid looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Hey, what are you talking about?"(Hestio)

"Ephael."(Terry)

There was no way that a person who had struggled alone with guilt for 10 years will be good at defending himself so I stepped out.

"Don't be too harsh at him. Do you remember the rules of the dungeon that Count Orsche talked about at the time? He said that he would send the last person out alive."

"Wow, Ephael you son of a bitch, you wanted to live alone…"

"No, Hestio. Ephael…"

In this version, Hestio is alive, unlike in the original work. I reinterpreted Ephael's choice with my subjective opinions.

"He would have tried to get one of you out alive."

A solemn silence fell over the table.

Even though meat was served on the plate of all four people, they didn't seem to have any intention of eating it.

In particular, Ephael had his head hanging down, dry washing his blushing face with his hands.

I sorted it out.

"So, let's all forgive Ephael after each of us gives him a hard beating later and today's meal is also on him."

The answer came soon.

"Yes."

"Okay."

Only then did Ephael raise his head.

"I-Is that all?"

Then Hestio replied bluntly.

"Why? Is this kind of penance too light?"

"Uh, honestly, yes."

"What the hell, dude?"

I could feel the effort to recover the atmosphere from the usual spicy banter. Thesilid also tried his best to help.

"He has a point. Ephael is an Aura user, so Hestio's bare fists might only tickle his skin."

"Ahh, now that you mention it. Ellet, you beat him for my share."

"I will."

Starting with me, Thesilid and Hestio also started eating. In the relaxed atmosphere, Ephael smiled helplessly.

"Thank you for accepting the confession, Your Eminence."

"It was nothing."

Then Ephael picked up a large bottle from the corner of the table and opened the cap.

Thesilid's narrowed eyes reached him.

"Oh, didn't I tell you that I ordered a drink?"

Ephael deftly spoke and he tipped the bottle into mine and Hestio's empty glass, in turn.

"Tag along for a while. Just a little bit."

When Thesilid saw this, he spoke sternly.

"The virtue of a paladin is to abstain from drinking anything other than the wine paid by the church…"

"You are still a kid."

Ephael skipped Thesilid's glass of milk and thrust the spout of the bottle into my glass.

"I believe you are an adult, Ellet."

"Of course."

Three glasses of wine and one glass of milk clashed lightly for a toast, and the moment the rim of the glass touched the mouth.

"hmm."

"Ku-hum."

The gap between Ephael and Hestio's brow narrowed.

"I don't think we can drink this."

"I just lost my appetite. Put it away."

Thesilid raised the corners of his mouth as he finished drinking his honey milk. I also hadn't drunk yet. It was because I knew that the quality of the alcohol was low by using 'Food Detection' among my cooking skills.

Nevertheless, I brought the bottle in front of me.

"Ellet, are you drinking it all?"

"You have a surprisingly cheap tongue."

"Be quiet and look."

I took out a golden-jeweled goblet from the subspace inventory. It was the artifact I had bought the other day, the 'Holy Grail of the Ritual'.

Oh, that's right. There was this.

Chung chung chung.

As the wine is poured into the chalice, a light flashed. The 6th option in the listed skills, 'Improve the flavor of alcohol', was activated.

The alcohol, whose color and aroma had significantly changed compared to before, was newly poured into the glasses of the paladins.

"Drink."

"…Wow, crazy. This has become a different kind of drink altogether."

"Hey, is this the Saint's miracle?"

Hearing a comment about the Saint, I was reminded of something I had to say, after munching on the honey-buttered sweet potato, I continued.

"Did you hear that mine and Terry's Order was officially launched? Are you two thinking of moving to this side?"

Thesilid was the first to respond.

"Are you thinking of increasing the number of people?"

"In the future, I will subdue a lot of burst dungeons and SS-level or higher dungeons, so I want to prepare."

"I see."

"Why? Are you sad?"

I jokingly asked, but Thesilid didn't answer.

I looked back at Ephael and Hestio.

"How is it? Will you come this way?"

Hestio asked while pointing alternately at Thesilid and me.

"So now you are saying that you want us to join a punitive squad where you are the Leader and he is the Vice-Leader?"

"Yes."

Both answered at the same time.

"Absolutely hate it!"

"…I wasn't expecting such a violent rejection. What's the reason?"

"Who's crazy enough to join a punitive expedition run by kids who date?"

"Hestio is right. Do you know what kind of mood-fouling things we will see? I will never go."

['The Critic who adjusts the balance' agrees that there is a high probability that working with knights that are a couple ends up in a minefield.]

['The Troubled Architect of the Tower of Trials' says that it is an immutable truth that transcends dimensions.]

['The Scales that Judges the Soul' is satisfied with the fact that you both seem like a couple at first glance.]

"It's not like that."

"Gibberish."

"I'm telling you is not like that."

"Yes, yes. How dare we question Your Eminence?"

It seemed that my sincere eyes and honest tone didn't reach them at all. I'd rather approach it in a different way.

"Ellet, Thesilid, I wish you happiness as you two dig around dungeons together."

"Yes, don't bother other people's mental health for no reason…"

"Even if we are exempt from sharing the loot with the Church?"

"…"

"…"

"Our Order is exempt from the duty of sharing one-third of dungeon exploits."

I emphasized again after a moment.

"Please, don't hesitate to let me know if you need anything, Captain."

"I'll do whatever you ask me to do, Captain."

They were also talented people with flexible thinking circuits.

I laughed aloud and raised the glass to a head level.

"Good. Then I will soon make a formal request to the Department of Prosecution. Shall we toast to commemorate?"

"Yes, Captain Ellet!"

We stayed up all night eating, drinking, and talking. I was able to spend the end of my vacation in a fun and boisterous manner just as I had planned.

The next day, Thesilid and I arrived at 4:00 PM, the return time designated by the Vatican's Office.

As soon as we returned, there was a schedule to attend a memorial service and a joint funeral. I went to the border after changing into a cardinal's uniform provided by the Vatican.

We arrived in the Cyrillic province, which suffered more than a thousand victims. The five villages there disappeared from the map and in its place, large cemeteries and memorial stones were replaced.

I didn't have any particular tasks during the ceremony.

Like other cardinals, I climbed up in front of the memorial stone, laid down flowers, and offered a prayer for the dead with a pious bow.

'May you sleep peacefully under the name of The World God.'

['The World-building God' looks at you while working overtime.]

Come to think of it, these days, it seems that World God is always working overtime when he glanced at my situation.

I came down from the altar where the memorial stone had been erected and returned to my original seat next to Thesilid.

"Your Eminence."

Clovis moved next to me and quietly spoke.

"I would like to report on the investigation of the black magic swordsman."

"Right. Go ahead."

"Among the five villages that were destroyed, the condition of Kasaka Village was dire. Investigators say it seems to have been burned down by black magic, not by Dungeon Burst. It's judged to be the work of that magic swordsman."

"…I see."

I already knew this, but I couldn't be calm when I heard Clovis' voice.

It feels like a sense of reality was given to what existed only on printed paper. The tragedy that was flat is now reconstructed as my reality.

I lowered my eyes and calculated Reed's guilt.

The people Reed directly killed were the villagers of Kasaka and the magicians of Ragneif.

However, his power played an absolute role in creating a Dungeon Burst and bringing Hellkaion into the world, which was the greatest contributor to the horrors of this incident. The law of causality that he has to bear after twisting the world's laws is heavy.

Therefore…

'You've become a proper mass murderer, Reed.'

The ceremony was over before I knew it. When I returned to the Vatican, the sun was setting in the sky over the courtyard.

After mingling with the other cardinals who had participated in the ceremony, we headed into the main building.

Then someone called me up.

"Your Eminence, The Chosen One."

A handsome blond middle-aged man approached, he was Cardinal Vesalius, the Minister of Prosecution.

"What's the matter?"

"Her Holiness the Pope wants to have a private meeting with Her Eminence, The Chosen One."

"…"

This is very sudden.

The most powerful person in The Vatican and the helper of the Last Boss wants to see me. Just the two of us on top of that.

I made up a good smile without being awkward.

"I understand that Pope Benedict is quite ill."

"We are grateful for her recovery."

"I'm glad."

"She is waiting in the chapel now. Let's go right away."

I looked back at Thesilid.

Before I could say anything, he murmured softly.

"There will be…nothing much."

"…"

"Take care."

I nodded, feeling a little puzzled.

"I'll guide you, Your Eminence."

Two men, presumed to be the Pope's escort paladins, guided me.

The sun sank into the horizon as we moved to a desolate annex building. The night falling in the holiest place of this world was somehow dreary today.

After entering the building and walking along the hallway for a while, the heavy sound of a pipe organ rang in my ears.

The escort knights stopped walking.

"You can go all the way down this hallway. Then, we will be on our way."

I stood for a moment where they had left and looked at the end of the hallway. The chapel door was wide open and inside there was only terrible darkness as if I could touch the abyss.

I'm a little out of breath.

Ellet.

"…I know, Agnes."

Tak.

I sensed that it was a dangerous place. Nevertheless, I took a step.

Tak.

The sound of the pipe organ became clear. It was a low and slow note as if crawling on the floor. It was a requiem.

Tak.

Both my legs crossed the threshold and at that moment.

Kiiii. Taang.

The door to the chapel closed behind my back.

A pitch-black darkness swallowed my vision.

I tried to find a single point of light or suck in any sounds by sharpening the senses of my whole body.

The organ performance, which seemed to make the souls of the living crawl, stopped.

The surrounding was calm as if time had stopped.

…Where are you?

Just as I became nervous, even holding my breath, and being wary of my surroundings.

"It's been a while, Ellet Rodellaine."

"…"

Back, three steps.

I slowly turned my back.

My eyes which had adapted to the dark separated a human figure from the darkness.

The black-haired man leaned loosely on the altar and looked this way with his chin propped up. It is a silhouette that was familiar and unfamiliar at the same time.

But.

"It's been a while, isn't it…?"

"…"

"Well, it's been a while for me, but it might not be for you."

The voice that pierced the still air was certainly familiar. As if it is etched somewhere in my brain. While I involuntarily breathed in, the low-pitched tone continued to shake the darkness.

"I've been wandering around the Demon World's garbage dump for three months."

"…"

"There's no answer, but I don't think you're surprised."

He released his hand from his chin and looked straight at me. His blood-red red eyes seemed to radiate light on their own even in the dark.

"You know. Who I am."

"…"

"Tell me."

It was a threat.

I opened my parched lips and moved my stiff tongue.

"The chaotic evil banished 17 times…Reed."

"Ah, this was the 17th episode."

Reed let out a roar of laughter as if it did not matter.

"Go on. It's not over yet."

"…"

"Right? Ellet Rodellaine."

I clenched my fists and closed my eyes gently. The answer he wanted was stuck in my throat and choking me.

"…Right."

Has anyone ever wondered?

RUWS is a novel that tells the story of the main character in chronological order and the 17th episode was the shortest ever because the Last Boss killed the protagonist as soon as he returned from the 16th episode.

The 17th episode I saw was only three pages.

Even so.

I knew that the 17th episode would end in destruction, and I was also aware of what the Last Boss that appeared in the 17th episode would do.

There is only one reason why this was possible.

My eyes were glued to Reed.

"Reed."

"…"

"Thesilid Argent."

"…Aah."

A savoring exclamation came from his mouth and after a while, his decadently beautiful face painted a pleasing smile filled with joy.

His true name penetrates the truth.

Last Boss, Reed.

He was the protagonist of the 100th episode, who was corrupted by evil.

Chapter 25. Until the World is Saved

It was the 85th episode that Thesilid Argent first saved the world.

The protagonist, who repeated death and regression 84 times, became incomparably stronger than in the first round. He awakened cardinal-class divine power and became an aura master who handles double-digit aura blades.

Because of this strengthened power, he was able to fulfill the condition of 'saving the world' given by the Bible of Truth. He defeated all three demon kings who ruled the Demon World and succeeded in sealing 'Chaos and Evil', the foundation and apex of the demons.

Finally, the threat of dungeons and demons completely disappeared on the Serentra continent.

Due to the fierce battle, Thesilid's body rapidly broke down and he lived a life of limited time, but he was satisfied.

Wasn't this a mission he completed after hundreds of years of painful and lonely struggle?

To him, life was nothing but hardships, struggles, and evil.

His yearning for rest was greater than his will to live. Therefore, he closed his eyes and surrendered his soul to God to savor the eternal rest of sweet death. However.

"…Why?"

Episode 86 had begun.

(Terry's POV)

I didn't want to believe it.

I couldn't believe it.

It couldn't be like this.

'Why. Why. Why the hell.'

He dedicated himself as God's slave for hundreds of years in order to save the world that hates and wants to kill him.

Sublime noble willingness to sacrifice and a sacred sense of duty to the mission had long been worn out together with his emotions.

He only hoped that the stigma of slavery would disappear and the heavenly decree of return would be lifted.

However, why is only that specific reward not allowed?

'Could it be a dream?'

Were the memories of saving the world in the last episode just a delusion created by he desperate longing for my own death? Is it like that?

Any self-doubts that had arisen for a moment were immediately dismissed.

Because the body of the 86th episode, which inherited the achievements of the last episode, denied such possibilities.

If so, could it be that the seal of 'Chaos and Evil' was not done correctly?

He couldn't think of anything else. Once the decision was made, what had to be done became clear.

In the 86th episode, he saved the world again.

He did not suffer any life-threatening injuries like in the last episode, probably because it was a battle he had already done once.

He lived longer than last time. If he hadn't handed over his lifespan for the Saint who had been in an unfortunate accident, he might have fulfilled this round in full, but that was a minor matter to him and he didn't regret it.

He closed his eyelids, hoping that this time his consciousness would irreversibly subside in the afterworld.

But.

The gap between episodes was less than taking a nap.

He had to face the 87th episode when he opened his eyes with his consciousness fully intact.

'What did I do wrong this time?'

He blocked various variables and completely sealed the 'Chaos and Evil'. As befits his third battle, he was now skilled and this time, he died in place of the Saint who was caught up in a trap and was falsely accused because of a power struggle.

As expected, he still had no eternal rest. When he closed and opened his eyes, only his body had been replaced with a new one, but his old mind remained the same. He was now in round 88.

Since it was the fourth time he saved the world, he had many tricks to employ, and world destruction was prevented with minimal damage to allies.

He south for a quick way to die, and with some intuition he went to visit the Saint.

It was a good judgment because the Saint accused Thesilid of heresy.

As he was about to be burned at the stake, she even showed him kindness, which gave him a sense of incongruity.

"This world needs your death. I'm sorry, and thank you, Sir Thesilid."

At that moment, the world that hated him could be seen in the face of the Saint kindly smiling at him.

He strongly felt that something was wrong.

So, in the 89th play-through, Thesilid visited the 'Library of All Things', which he stopped visiting after the 80th play-through. He used the right to question and answer the truth with hope.

"How can I stop the regression?"

The Bible of Truth answered.

You just need to save the world.

An extremely deceptive answer burned his brain white.

He couldn't stand it when the reins that bound hundreds of years of rage were released. He destroyed the 'Library of All Things' and hacked Demon King Inferinos to pieces. However, this time he did not 'save' the world.

He instead commits suicide and comes over to the 90th episode.

He went into the 'Library of All Things' again and used his right to get one answer from the Bible of Truth.

"How can I stop the regression?"

The Bible of Truth answered.

You just need to save the world.

Same question, same answer.

He went to the next round.

"How can I stop the regression?"

You just need to save the world.

Another round passed.

"How can I stop the regression?"

You just need to save the world.

The round had passed again. This time he saved the world.

The forced closing of all dungeons started, and he squeezed himself into the collapsing dungeon to use his question ticket.

"How should I…How can I stop regressing?"

You just need to save the world.

He couldn't stand it any longer.

"I saved it! All the dungeons are disappearing right now! But why!"

You couldn't save the world

"Do not be ridiculous! I saved it! I saved this world five times!"

A loud bitter-howling cry, like vomiting blood, splits at the end but it did not echo, as the walls that would reflect his screams collapsed along with time and space.

Soon he was in the next round.

Round 94.

"…"

His eyes, which lost focus and vitality, were barren.

The shallow sea that once shimmered in the light became a pure white salt desert under the gray-blue sky.

In inertia, he once again visited the 'Library of all things'. There was only one purpose. It was to waste the right to ask questions again.

Check eligibility. Authorizes the use of seeking an answer from the Bible of Truth.

"…"

Those who have come to seek answers that cannot be obtained from God, what are you curious about?

"…"

His chapped lips moved slightly.

"…Where is Ellet Rodellaine?"

Salt tears drip down his cold cheeks.

"I am…I'm here, Ellet. But you, where the hell are you…?"