Final Chapter
Evil lurks underground.
To escape the radiance of the sun god Zeuradia, they flee to places where the sun’s light cannot reach.
In this world, there exists a saying like that. And in that sense, the place where “she” resides perfectly fits that proverb. It was a room deep in the dark, underground.
Lined up and scattered around were nothing but ominous magical tools and the remnants of experiments.
There were no traces of human life here.
The mistress of this barren room, though clad in a black robe, was disheveled in appearance.
Her exposed skin was unnaturally pale, and her hair was an eerily vivid green. Her age was indeterminable, appearing neither youthful nor aged.
Illuminated by the eerie light of a magical lamp, she hummed a tune while gleefully fiddling with what could only be described as a once-living creature.
“Oh?”
Suddenly, she noticed. The lump of flesh in her hands had stopped moving entirely.
“A failure.”
She couldn’t quite remember what it had originally been.
Was it a thief who had broken into her laboratory? Or perhaps an assassin sent by the temple to kill her? Or maybe just a nameless wanderer from the outside? She couldn’t recall.
Even if she tried to check, the thing in her hands no longer retained its original form.
“I overdid it. Now it’s useless, ruined.”
She acknowledged the senseless cruelty she had committed, akin to a child innocently tearing off a bug’s legs. And then,
“You’re lucky.”
Understanding it perfectly, she cherished the thing before her.
“You’ll never have to be trapped in this disgusting world again, will you?”
Ah, truly, truly lucky, she continued to admire it gently, as if cradling a baby, even though it no longer moved.
“Lady Yog.”
Some time later, a visitor appeared in the room without a sound.
A man cloaked in black, just like her, called out to her, but Yog didn’t stop her bizarre act of admiring the lump of flesh. The man, unfazed and unsurprised by her behavior, called out again in a practiced manner.
“Lady Yog, the Ruiner.”
“Oh, what is it?”
Responding to the call, the woman named Yog turned her attention away, tossing the lump of flesh aside.
“I’ve come to report on the matter we discussed.”
“The matter?”
Yog tilted her head, her expression clearly indicating she didn’t quite recall. The man added more details to jog her memory.
“The experiment with the Great Sin Labyrinth in the Greed Territory.”
Only then did Yog clap her hands together.
“Ah… Ah! I remember now, sorry about that. So, how did it go?”
“It failed.”
The man answered immediately. Despite the failure, he spoke calmly, without hesitation, as if he had expected this outcome from the start. Yog, too, didn’t react with anger or disappointment. Instead, she smiled sweetly.
“How lovely. But how did it fail?”
“The labyrinthification phenomenon was confirmed, though incomplete. The [Lust] aspect was also incomplete.”
He continued to explain the events that had unfolded in the satellite city-state of Alto and the island-devouring turtle, island devouring turtle, in a detached manner.
However, what he conveyed wasn’t the tragedy that had occurred there. It was simply a report on the magical phenomena that had taken place, no different from a researcher recounting the results of one of countless experiments.
Yog, the listener, didn’t seem particularly invested in the details.
“In the end, the [Seven Heavens] intervened to resolve the situation.”
But at the mention of the [Seven Heavens], Yog tilted her head curiously.
“Huh? The Seven Heavens? Aren’t they supposed to be far from the Greed Territory right now?”
“It was the [Hero] of the Seven Heavens who resolved it.”
At the mention of the [Hero], Yog’s eyes widened.
“Oh? The Hero?”
“Yes.”
“Not the [Heavenly Sword], who beheads without question? Nor the [Heavenly Fist], who smashes through any barrier with his bare hands?”
“Yes.”
The man answered matter-of-factly. Realizing this wasn’t a joke but a fact, Yog burst into laughter.
“Nfu, fufufu, Ahaha! That’s terrible! To be defeated by the lowest-ranking member, who doesn’t even have any [Blessings]!”
“What shall we do?”
After waiting for her laughter to subside, the man asked. Yog, who had been laughing so joyfully moments ago, now wore a completely blank expression, as if she had forgotten everything.
“Nothing. If they can’t even beat a Hero, it’s not worth pursuing.”
“Understood.”
“Ah, but do give our current sponsor the dragon data. They’ll be pleased.”
“By the way, we’ve also identified an adventurer who cooperated with the Hero. What shall we do about them?”
“An adventurer? Silver rank?”
“Bronze rank.”
“Then it doesn’t matter.”
“Understood, Lady Yog.”
Having received all her instructions, the man left the room as silently as he had entered. Left alone, Yog gazed into the void.
“We’ll have to start over again, but we mustn’t give up, right?”
Of course, there was no sky to be seen in this room.
But she glared at the sun that must lie beyond.
“Even if everything is pointless, even if it all ends in ruin, we mustn’t give up—for everyone’s sake.”
For everyone’s sake.
As she spoke, her expression was filled with a sense of mission and compassion. If one were to isolate that moment, she might even appear saintly. Had this not been the depths of a stench-filled underground, surely everyone would have seen her that way.
“I’m looking forward to it. Oh, great [Heavenly Sage King]?”
The servant of the evil god, [Yog the Ruiner], spoke lovingly, as if addressing a lover, to the [Heavenly Sage King] who ruled this world from somewhere beyond.
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The satellite city-state of Alto.
A place known for its production of paper and books, and as a docking port for mobile fortresses. Beyond that, it was unremarkable.
But now, its citizens were in a state of fervor.
The attack on the mobile fortress, island devouring turtle, which was crucial to protecting their way of life, had shocked them.
The idea that a mobile fortress, operated under the assumption of absolute safety, could be attacked was something many understood the implications of.
The anger, sorrow, and fear it brought had thrown them into chaos.
If they didn’t swiftly punish the Bandits, the very foundation of the city’s operations could be threatened.
However, immediately after the incident, mobilizing the knights, the backbone of their defense, was difficult.
What about the priests? Out of the question. Losing them would truly destabilize the nation.
Adventurers? But the capable ones in this region were concentrated in the Great Sin City-State of Greed, leaving no notable figures here.
The debate went back and forth, and nothing was decided as time passed. In the end, the rulers, their faces sleepless, went to bed praying that more information would come in and a plan would emerge.
They never imagined everything would be resolved by the time they woke up.
The Bandits who had caused the incident had been defeated.
And it was done by the hand of the [Hero], one of the [Seven Heavens], the trusted agents of the great [Heavenly Sage King Arnord].
The good news from the temple rained down like a blessing on all the citizens gathered for prayers, soothing their hearts that had been wracked with confusion, anger, and fear for an entire day.
They naturally clasped their hands in prayer.
With heartfelt gratitude, they prayed to the sun god, the great [Heavenly Sage King], and the [Hero].
And behind this incident, the name of a certain adventurer was mentioned.
None other than the Hero Diz herself credited the adventurer as a key contributor to the resolution.
Of course, the existence of the [Seven Heavens] was too significant for this country, let alone the world, and it was true that the adventurer had been overshadowed.
But the story of a rookie [Bronze] adventurer, who had only received their ring a few days ago, working alongside the Seven Heavens to save the city-state from a threat, slowly began to spread.
As for the person in question—
Satellite City-State of Alto – [Earth Fairy’s Bed]
“Hmm…”
Standing before Ur, [Golden Hammer] Lenden let out a grunt.
The island devouring turtle had avoided fatal damage, and its operation was set to resume, though not immediately. As a result, Lenden was helping out at a friend’s blacksmith shop.
After examining Ur’s spear, he nodded with a serious expression.
“I don’t understand anything!”
“Give me my money back.”
Ur snapped. He had paid for the inspection, and this answer was a rip-off.
“What can I do? Magical cores aren’t my specialty!”
“So, the problem’s here after all.”
Ignoring Lenden’s protest, Ur turned his gaze to the core of his dragon fang spear, the so-called “heart” of the weapon.
The strange behavior it had shown before and after the destruction of the black-purple magic core hadn’t been replicated.
But no matter how he looked at it, the behavior had been abnormal. His weapon, his lifeline, acting inexplicably—he couldn’t just ignore it.
And the cause was, as expected, the magical core prepared by [Puppeteer Magica].
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