Dungeon Maker

Chapter 122 - The Garden of Life (3)

Chapter 122: The Garden of Life (3)

“Godly Energy can be said to be a huge chunk of Brigada. Brigada is an alloy with a lot of impurities while Godly Energy is pure gold. Therefore, its synergy with the Power of Sin is not comparable to Brigada. Moreover, each Godly Energy has special abilities. The Godly Energy that fell into the hands of the “king” with the Power of Sin is truly the strongest weapon.”

All the six kings, who currently rule the demon world, had one Godly Energy. Even though he possessed one of the Seven Deadly Sins, only Yong-ho had no Godly Energy.

“You can deal with Godly Energy with Godly Energy alone. However, there is no Godly Energy in the House of Mammon now.”

In the past, Mammon, the King of Greed, possessed four out of the seven Godly Energies.

But after his death, there wasn’t a single Godly Energy left in the Mammon family.

All of them were taken away by other “kings”.

Yong-ho felt a little incongruity in Scathach’s words. She spoke as if the day would come when Yong-ho had to confront other kings.

Maybe she wanted him to prepare for the future.

The distance between Scathach and Yong-ho narrowed. They were close enough to feel each other’s breathing.

“My Master, the King of Greed, has prepared something, so any future King of Greed can confront those kings with Godly Energy proudly.”

Scathach reached out. Then, Yong-ho’s hands, buried in the blue liquid, were naturally lifted. She gently wrapped them and said, “You are a qualified person. I’m going to make your power complete by getting the approval of all 12 dungeon spirits.”

Even while all of his clothes were being removed, the magnetic field on his left arm was activated. Silver metal covered his left arm.

Scathach kissed the magnetic field then breathed new magic into the back of Yong-ho’s hand.

The light enveloped the magnetic field. At that moment, its shape changed, like a dungeon spirit exposed to the power of evolution.

A small circle was drawn on the back of his hand with the magnetic field. There were twelve grooves in the circle like a clock, and a clear blue gem was placed in one of the grooves—the groove between 10 and 11 o’clock.

Yong-ho could understand it. He instinctively felt Scathach’s mana from the magnetic field. “Conquer the Labyrinth of Greed. Get the recognition by the 12 Spirits of the House of Mammon as the new king. If you become the true King of Greed...”

Scathach smiled. Clipping her words a bit, she took a step back and widened the distance with Yong-ho. Showing elegant manners to him like she met him on the first day, she concluded by saying, “You’ll have a new Godly Energy. It’s not the existing Godly Energy of the Demon King, but Mammon’s—the King of Greed.”

The eighth Godly Energy.

Despite being different from all the seven Godly Energies that originated from the Demon King, the new Godly Energy can stand up against them.

“I don’t want to push you for it hurriedly. But it would be better for you to have a clear goal, right?”

Scathach moved her hands again. Then, a black shadow erupted behind her back.

It took on the form of fear.

Yong-ho had seen it before. Although he saw it momentarily, he remembered it clearly.

Obviously, it was one of the 12 Spirits he faced when he peeked into the memories of Mammon.

“What’s on the second floor of the Labyrinth of Greed is Capricorn, Baphomet, the Demon of Slaughter.”

It was a vicious monster that could be called darkness itself, which reaped death with a huge scythe.

“It’s the worst among Mammon’s 12 Spirits.”

Scathach, the Immortal Witch, never lied. Yong-ho knew it. He stared straight at the red eyes of the black monster formed behind her back.

***

It was none other than magic.

The monster’s red eyes had mana.

Yong-ho slowly closed his eyes and locked Scathach’s mana transmitted through her eyes, the window of the soul, and his memories of it under his eyelids.

Darkness colored the world. But it wasn’t long. New colors began to color the whole world that turned black.

It wasn’t just Scathach’s mana. Mammon’s mana that he absorbed from the arena also responded. Those memories arising from that mana filled the empty spaces one by one.

Yong-ho forgot himself. His five senses gradually became dull, and in the end, only vision and a little hearing were left.

It was a black world around him.

The gray sky filled with dark clouds was like a disaster.

Corpses were scattered around the collapsed and broken castle gates. They were all badly disfigured bodies. The flesh and blood were randomly entangled, making it impossible to distinguish each other.

Destruction was not limited to the castle gates. Yong-ho could smell the scent of rotting corpses, carried by the wind from far away.

It was still. Although corpses were everywhere, there was not a single crow around them.

Obviously, they all ran away. The smell of death was simply so strong. The living did not dare to approach.

Apparently, a child’s arm was in the middle of the road. The old teddy bear, which he must have grasped to reduce his fear, was mixed with blood and pieces of flesh. It was impossible to tell if it was the child’s arm or someone else’s, who died in this city.

Just because the sky was gray, it did not mean that everything in the world lost its color.

Although it was a scene of terrible destruction, the city contained many colors, as if to remember the glory of the past.

Blue roofs and white walls, red and blue curtains, and grey bridges. Green grass even in this place full of death.

Yong-ho could realize that this city was occupied by the demon world. This could be called the human world, just like the place where Yong-ho came from.

Someone stared at the teddy bear in the child’s hand. The watery eyes hidden under the blue hair were full of melancholy.

Scathach, the master of memory, couldn’t pick up the teddy bear, after all. Calming her rough breathing, she stared at the center of the city, where all the causes of death originated in. Gusion stood next to her. He was no longer a leisurely and large-hearted man, his signature appearance in the arena. He was full of anger. The anger was so intense that the mana emanating from his fists distorted the atmosphere around him.

Elune did not disturb Gusion. Although she covered her eyes with a red belt, she could know it. This place was not a battlefield, nor was it a space where they confronted each other with hostilities for survival.

It was a place where they committed slaughter.

It was a feast of meaningless death.

Elune was silent, and it meant that she was extremely angry.

A black-haired knight disturbed the three. Kentauros, he was wearing silver armor and had round shields and large bows on each arm.

He did not express anger like the three. He just looked at the center of the city with cold-hearted eyes. There was nothing like an expression on this middle-aged man’s face with some wrinkles.

“Let’s go.”

Yong-ho heard a voice behind his back. And the owner of the voice began to walk ahead.

As always, he led his members majestically just like a king.

Yong-ho couldn’t read anything from that voice. It was a voice that they could interpret differently. Some would feel anger in that voice, while others would feel calm.

When they approached the center of the city, the smell of death grew thicker.

It looked like everything that had not lost its color even under the gray sky seemed to be dyed with darkness.

And finally, the source of death revealed itself.

A mountain of corpses piled up randomly became the throne for the incarnation of death.

Sitting on it, the black monster was chewing on a leg that seemed to be the child’s, with an eerie smile.

Its head reminded one of a goat. The body, covered with black hair, was full of muscles that seemed to burst out anytime soon.

The black monster shook its head. Then, it stood up, goring its two huge, fierce horns in the air.

It was huge. And it was mighty.

Yong-ho felt his breath stopped at that. He felt different pressure from Gusion or Aamon.

It was different from the blade-like mana that he felt at the auction house.

There was no hostility in that sticky one. Only pure murderous spirit was overflowing.

Laughing fiercely, Gusion clenched his fists. Scathach also made a ferocious expression that could hardly be hers normally. Elune silently raised his hand on his lap.

The black monster laughed louder. The incarnation of death, created by a lunatic religious leader by offering ten thousand believers as human sacrifices, was gladly willing to even die of himself.

The monster grabbed a huge scythe. Since waking up, those it killed already exceeded hundreds of thousands. Maybe it was close to a million. Having harvested countless deaths, it could be called death itself.

The black-haired Kentauros raised his hand. He didn’t do it to pull the bow. He asked his colleagues to stop.

Kentauros’s light brown eyes did not illuminate the black monster. He only faced the back of the king standing silently.

Yong-ho could not see Mammon’s expression. As Scathach did, he had to look only at his back.

Mammon raised his hand. And his action alone changed the air around him. The murderous intent of the black monster, which seemed to press down the whole world, was broken and scattered.

The flames of red lotus arose. Originating in Mammon’s hands, they engulfed death. It never concealed its huge power, which burnt the heaven and earth and evaporated the sea.

The black monster roared. It rushed, threatening death. It looked like an overwhelming pressure as if a big mountain was crumbling.

But Mammon was not scared. He swung Aamon toward the incarnation of death attacking from the front.

“No more peeking from now on.”

A voice was heard. At the moment, the whole world was colored with light. But darkness swallowed up everything once again.

“Oops!”

Yong-ho opened his eyes. The forgotten sensations came back to him all at once and caused confusion.