Dungeon Maker

Chapter 123 - Skirmish (1)

Chapter 123: Skirmish (1)

It was the six kings who currently ruled the demon world.

The King of Pride reigning in the northern part of the demon world.

The King of Envy confronting the King of Pride in the northeastern part.

The King of Lust who never moved out and was stuck in his Harem.

The King of Gluttony looking for opportunities in the southeast.

The King of Violence who keeps silent in the West.

The King of Fury, the only woman among the six active kings.

The territory of the King of Fury, located in the western part of the demon kingdom, had the most borders with the territories of other kings.

It bordered the territory of the King of Violence to the southwest. It shared the borders with the King of Lust and the King of Gluttony to the east. It also shared a narrow border with the southern land called a land without owners.

Separated by the sea to the north, it shared the border with the King of Pride.

In other words, the territory of the King of Fury shared the borders with all six kings except the King of Envy.

Other kings’ impressions about the King of Fury were that he was a ‘warmonger.’ No wonder he was the only king who had fought all ‘other kings’. Of course, “other kings” here referred to as the “six kings”. Even the King of Fury couldn’t fight the King of Sloth, who never moved out of his place, or the King of Greed that didn’t exist.

As was the case with the confrontation between the kings recorded in history, there really did not exist a “full-scale war” in which they intended to kill each other. So, most of them ended up fighting lightly when they had to.

The direct fighting among kings was too dangerous. Moreover, kings were aiming for the chance to attack each other. As one of the five directors of the Dungeon Chamber of Commerce, Orobos, the strongest monster, commented that the kings were afraid of each other’s surprise attack, so they could not conduct an all-out war.

The reason the King of Fury was called a warmonger was not just because he wanted to confront all the other kings.

She had the most experience in fighting on the battlefields, so when the fighting started, she always stood at the forefront. She even fought in battles where a king didn’t have to.

Thanks to this, the mortality rate of the King of Fury’s army was ridiculously low, even though they were mocked as “the idiots who only know how to rush.” It was because the King of Fury always took the lead.

‘Warmonger.’

‘The one who quenches her thirst with the blood of the enemy.’

‘A crazy b*tch who knows nothing but fight.’

That was other kings’ typical description of the King of Fury.

But as was usually the case with such a description, most comments about the King of Fury were more of a lie than a truth.

“Hey, you son of a b*tch! Are you going to fight, really? Crazy?! Are you going to wage a real world war?!”

A half-naked woman on a huge bed shouted, shaking her arms and legs violently like a child.

Her name was Dritarasutra.

She was none other than the King of Fury, who was also the king of Gandarva, who led the eight tribes in the demon world.

She, who preferred the name of Dritara because she might twist her tongue while pronouncing Dritarasutra, drooped down her slim and white arms and legs as if she was tired of shouting. When it came to the ‘King of Fury,’ people thought of her as one with a grim and ghostly look, but she was far from that.

Gandarva, her original tribe, boasted of stunning beauty among her eight tribes. One could feel her softness just by looking at her dark blue hair. Her long and thin limbs were nice and beautiful.

But only her eyes were a little different. Her eyes with five-colored lights, which was hard to describe, were scary rather than beautiful. People looking at her had fear because of her eyes.

Like the Gandarva race, her body smelled very sweet. The horsetail protruding from her hips did not get tangled with each other no matter how much she swayed, nor did it lose its luster even in the midst of a sand storm.

The King of Fury caught her breath while huffing and puffing. She really tried hard not to be furious.

Contrary to popular images of her as a warmonger, or rather she liked the fight itself, but she didn’t like the consequences of the fight.

A war was supposed to kill lots of people.

Moreover, a war produced not only numerous orphans and widows, but it also burned everything in the world.

The reason why the King of Fury always stood at the forefront of the army was simple.

To her, that was the way to reduce the number of deaths the most.

An overwhelming force deprived her soldiers of combat opportunities. That meant that their chances of dying were also reduced.

At the same time, it could minimize the death toll of the enemy. Unless they were the same kind of king, who in the world would want to fight the King of Fury? Those enemies who confronted the King of Fury chose to run away or surrender. Sometimes they challenged her, but she could easily win by killing their leader.

Nobody believed this, but the King of Fury was a pacifist.

What was the point of fighting each other in the wretched demon world?

However, the King of Fury was both a pacifist and a realist, so she realized well that pacifism in the demon world was a vain delusion. For this reason, the King of Fury did not preach pacifism to his subordinates, although she wished for it deep down.

“It’s really annoying! So annoying!”

The King of Fury was so upset that she was about to go crazy.

But the fact that she really shouldn’t be furious at this moment made her even crazier.

If she really got angry, her “fury” would awaken. The awakening of that force, ‘fury,’ one of the Seven Deadly Sins, would be the worst situation.

The King of Fury hated ‘herself whose fury awakened’ as much as a war.

So, she took a deep breath once more. Counting the numbers she learned from the King of Violence the other day and memorizing the scriptures of the alien world helped her calm down her fury a lot.

‘Thank you, uncle. I got helped again today.’

The King of Fury, who briefly thanked the King of Violence, the only one that could stop her when the force of her fury was activated, covered her face with both hands.

Then she gave it a thought seriously.

When the King of Pride and the King of Envy began to interfere with each other’s dungeon spirits, she didn’t feel interested because their actions were nothing new.

But the situation was getting worse. If the situation was left escalating like this, an all-out war among kings would be possible in hundreds of years.

It couldn’t be better if the King of Pride and the King of Envy met each other in a secluded place, fighting for death, and both died.

But that was not the reality.

It was clear that their confrontation would result in an enormous number of casualties.

Moreover, their fighting would most likely escalate.

Obviously, other kings would intervene.

Popular criticism of the King of Lust was that he was crazy about sex. Stuck in his Harem, he indulged himself in drinking and sex.

However, such criticism was also much of a lie like that about the King of Fury.

The King of Fury, who had actually encountered the King of Lust, knew the truth better than anyone else.

The King of Lust was a terrifying figure. If he had a chance to confront the King of Pride and the King of Envy, he would end his seclusion and stand up against them.

There was also the King of Gluttony. This ignorantly large pig always openly revealed his greed.

Unlike the King of Fury who was always worried about the possible breakout of an all-out war between the King of Pride and the King of Envy, he would obviously wait for them to fight earnestly.

What was even more funny was that this wasn’t the worst.

If either the King of Pride or the King of Envy would win more easily than expected, and as a result, the two Sins and Godly Energy were concentrated into one, it was evident that a huge fire of war would devour the entire demon world.

In that case, not only her race, Gandarva, but also her eight tribes and the demon world as a whole would groan in the face of the disaster of a world war.

“King of Pride, you son of a b*tch! Stop it now!’

There was a limit to the pressure that she could put on the King of Envy, whose territory didn’t share the border with that of the King of Fury.

That was why the King of Fury turned her sword to the King of Pride. She concentrated her naval forces in the north to attack the rear of the King of Pride.

‘If you fight the King of Envy as you do now, I will attack you from behind. So, stop fighting here.’

However, it was questionable whether her strategy would work.

The King of Fury finally sighed again.

“The southern region was also noisy...”

The empty land in the south, an abandoned land.

A war was going on even there. However, it was only a storm in a teacup.

The possibility was almost none that the battle there would affect the entire demon world.

But why did she care?

Strangely enough, she was bothered by the war in the southern region.

She felt as if she was missing something.

The King of Fury shook her head. It was a useless worry. She could not afford to pay attention to the southern region. Now was the time for her to focus on the north.

The King of Fury stood up from her bed then looked at the entire map of the demon world that filled one side of her spacious room, especially the House of Mammon located at the southern edge. But she looked at it only briefly.

The days of the King of Greed ended a long time ago. She didn’t have to worry.

Her five-colored eyes turned north. The sound of her sigh spread in the spacious room again.