Dungeon Maker

Chapter 235 - The King of the Arena (4)

Chapter 235: The King of the Arena (4)

Fortunately, she didn’t feel anything like a kaleidoscope. Living as a slave in the north was a continuation of misery. She didn’t want to suffer in the past until the moment she was dying.

Today was different from yesterday.

Yaksini felt it. It was not limited to her as an individual.

It was sort of some intuition, something like the unique superpower of a member of her clan who was awakened to it right before she died.

Yaksini tried to open her eyes. The tears that ran down her cheeks washed away the impurities around her eyes. She couldn’t even rub her eyes. She barely opened her eyes and looked at the sky.

As if they were outsiders watching the war in the north, the sunlight was pouring out so hotly.

Blood splattered around her again. Something big and heavy fell down with a thumping sound, and the battle around her gradually moved to another location little by little. It was because the tide of the war was decisively in favor of one warring country.

It looked like the pattern of repeated fighting over the past few months. However, Yaksini felt something definitely different this time. It was funny. She was now on the verge of death after being dragged onto the battlefield as a mere slave. What she felt different from yesterday was meaningless to her, despite the reverse of the tide of the war.

However, Yaksini stared into the sky desperately as if she had a fever. The flying vehicles and giant flying spirits that she wished she could ride one day made a huge shadow over her head, making everything around her dark.

She realized something in that darkness. She now understood what was different.

Today was clearly different from yesterday.

It was clear that tomorrow would be more different.

The Queen of Fury stared straight ahead with her face stiffened. She was not in Vimana, her home and fortress. Standing in a temple located in the center of her territory, she was waiting for the heads of her eight clans.

The temple was circular and it had eight pillars. The Queen of Fury was the head of the eight clans, but she was different here in this temple. She was not recognized as the queen, but only as the head of the Dritarashtra-Gandharva, one of the eight clans.

Because of this, she was equal to the heads of the other seven clans. She never reigned over them nor was she trampled from below.

Dritarastra felt a strange sensation. It was too ominous for her to blame it for her being nervous.

Kirtimuka and Gardimundi, who always took care of her, were not here. It was only the heads of the eight clans who could stand here, where they would determine the future of their people.

Dritarastra clenched her fist and pulled herself together. She felt a bit relaxed when she recalled the face of the master of the Mammon family, just like Kirtimuka advised, although she blushed as a side effect.

A fresh wind blew. It was the wind caused by Biryubakcha, the head of the Garura clan and Gardimundi’s father, while he was descending from the sky.

The tall, red-haired and bearded Biryubakcha bowed to Dritarastra, who also returned his greetings by lowering her head. As if he was heralding the arrival of other heads, they began to appear one after another in the temple.

Deva, Dragon, Yaksha, Gandharva, Asura, Garura, Kalavinka, Mahoraga.

It had been a long time since the heads of the eight clans gathered in one place. Moreover, this was not a meeting where the Queen of Fury and the heads of their own clans attended.

She came here as the head of the Gandharva clan, not as the Queen of Fury, which was very significant.

“As the head of the Gandharva clan, I would like to make a proposal to you, head of your own clans.”

She slowly opened her mouth. Her cold and calm voice was different from her usual affectionate voice, or her harsh voice resonating on the battlefield.

The heads of the eight clans already knew why she called for the meeting at the temple.

They listened to her, according to the tradition.

The meeting went smoothly. However, while chairing the meeting, she suddenly looked up at the sky before she knew it.

Something was different. She couldn’t figure out what it was exactly, but she felt it was different.

She struggled to suppress her anxiety. She continued to talk in front of them.

She proposed they would attack the territory of the King of Gluttony.

***

Sitri raised her head. It seems that she took a nap before she knew it.

The cat wagon flying through the sky already landed on the ground. The carriages of the five other directors lined up on the roof of the main store of the Dungeon Market, located in the center of the demon world.

It took some time for Sitri to wake up from her memories. She looked at the other wagons with her half-closed eyes. They were four, all told. Apparently, all but Sitri herself already arrived.

She wasn’t late for the appointment. There was still a little more time left before they could see face to face at the meeting, which was not a meeting in a virtual space.

It was unusual for the five directors to actually get together in one place. But it was already the third time they met this year, which meant that the demon world was in turmoil.

Sitri once again gently closed and opened her eyes. Finally, she woke up from her memories and looked at the present. She swallowed the cold air at the main store of the Dungeon Market, which was shrouded in darkness night and day, although it was close to the sky.

She felt wistful at the moment. She stood up from the carriage, frowning her eyebrows slightly.

The reason they called the meeting today was because of the agenda of the King of Gluttony. As someone who had been more enthusiastic about a secret deal than any other king, the King of Gluttony not only broke the secret deal unilaterally but also he was not seen for more than two months.

As for the simple seclusion, the Queen of Sloth and the King of Lust secluded themselves for a long time, which was nothing new to the five directors. Moreover, unlike the King of Lust, the Queen of Sloth could not exert a great influence on the demon world because she did not have any big power.

The King of Gluttony had been very active before he was missing. Whatever the reason, his disappearance could have a great impact on the entire demon world.

Of course, Sitri already knew why the King of Gluttony suddenly disappeared. But she had no intention of commenting on it at all. Just like she did, as always, she would retire when the time came. As one of the founders and the longest-serving directors of the Dungeon Market, she was content with her current role.

While walking through the corridor heading deep into the building, Sitri recalled Yong-ho. A smile was on her face before she knew it. He looked like Mammon, but at the same time, he was different. She loved him for that all the more because that little difference proved that Yong-ho was Mammon’s child and that he was his true successor.

Nobody knew it except for Sitri herself, but it was Mammon who drafted the plan on the Dungeon Market. As a true king, he envisioned the Dungeon Market for the revival of the whole demon world. It was because of Mammon’s wish that the Dungeon Market supplied food at a low price while giving up big profits.

Mammon had devised lots of more things. The current Dungeon Market was somewhat different from what Mammon originally had devised. But Sitri wasn’t greedy. Although she was the longest member, she was only one of the five directors. Maintaining the current food supply policy of the Dungeon Market was in her best interests.

In return for that, she retired from her active role. It was because she was exhausted, but the biggest reason was because she wanted to keep the food supply policy in return for giving up her authority and influence, and she did.

She passed the long corridor and reached the conference room. Other directors were already seated at the circular table that was identical to the virtual space.

Orobas, the strongest power.

Bifrons, the most intelligent.

Abraxas, the strongest mana.

Samael, the fastest wing.

Orobas greeted Sitri with a glance. At first glance, it might seem an amorous glance, but Sitri knew he didn’t mean it. He was the oldest director after her.

Bifrons was seated with his eight eyes closed. He seemed to have sensed that Sitri arrived, but he didn’t move at all.

As always, Abraxas sat weirdly and fiddled with strangely shaped toys. After saying hello to Sitri with an insidious smile, he focused on the toys again.

“How are you?”

Samael greeted her with a gentle smile. She forgot what happened at the last special auction house. Because of this, Sitri responded with a bright smile.

Sitri sat in the only empty seat at the table and greeted other directors.

Bifronz opened his eyes. Abraxas was giggling after putting the toys back into his bag, and Orobas greeted Sitri again. Samael hid his deep feelings with a gentle smile.

Sitri buried herself in the chair and drooped her shoulders. It was the same meeting, as always. But somehow she felt different this time.

Bifrons opened his mouth and proclaimed the beginning of the meeting.

***

The arena was quiet. It seemed as if the cold air blocked all the sounds of the world.

Catalina flapped her long ears and looked at the stand. In addition to the previous masters of the House of Mammon, there were many other people gathered. All the arena spirits also gathered in one place.

Kaiwan laughed bitterly. Ophelia shuddered lightly, and Eligos swallowed. Tigrius fixed his eyes faraway.

Skull stopped walking. He watched Yong-ho stepping forward alone without stopping.

He crossed the stand and stood in the arena. He looked at the man on the other side.

“Did you know it’s today?”

“Because I lived long enough, I had something like a premonition.”

Gusion laughed brightly. He was wearing a leather combat suit instead of his usual black suit. Red heat was arising from the black gauntlet that he wore on his fists.

“You’re the first to challenge me on the top floor.”

It was really long. It had been over a thousand years.

Finally, the King of Greed had returned. Yong-ho was the successor who inherited all that Mammon had longed for so much.

Gusion spat out the cigarette in his mouth.

He said, grinning like a child, “Let me tell you in advance. I’m not going to give you a break. Even if I am defeated and become an arena spirit, I won’t regret it.”

Yong-ho also smiled at his provocative declaration. He laughed heartily and wore the silver dragon armor. Grasping the air, he got the flames of the red lotus. Then he released the Sins of Greed and Gluttony.

Six towering horns on his head. They were clearly the power of the king.

Yong-ho was on par with the six kings who ruled the demon world. Gusion admitted it calmly. Then Gusion released all the power available to him, even though it was less than that during his heyday. Six horns arose above his head.

Gusion had Herculean power. He possessed the strongest short-range attack power among Mammon’s 12 Spirits. Except for Aamon, virtually, Mammon’s alter ego, he was the strongest among them.

He was a legend and a living myth.

“Come on, you who challenges me, the king of the arena!”

Yong-ho saw him and did not delay any more. He rushed, creating the flames of angry greed.

Gusion was the king of the arena.

At last, the two titans clashed.