Chapter 62

Isabella opened her eyes.

The figure of a child flickered before her eyes.

Sonora.

Isabella had killed that girl, one of the candidates to be the queen's successor.

"It's true. I killed that child. The queen was a monster who gained eternal life through the blood of young girls, and due to a curse, I couldn't kill the queen, so I ended the child's suffering myself."

The queen of the desert was a monster in human guise.

She would kidnap girls with powerful magical blood, drink their blood, and kill them.

After Sonora, it was Isabella's turn.

Knowing her turn would come sooner, Isabella still ended Sonora's suffering.

The truth, which she had never told anyone.

Isaac also spoke, looking at Randolph.

"Yes. I broke all the warps in the mining city and sank it into the abyss. People who couldn't escape in time were buried with it. I admit it was despicable, but I was still happy. What do you want me to do? Is it wrong for me to cry?"

Serengeti also replied calmly.

"To be honest, when I first met Hudson, I envied his freedom. I also used his place as a refuge for endless training. But I believe that the beginning of love is different for everyone. Moreover, Wilhelm is my teacher, my leader, and a father-like figure, completely different from the feelings I have for Hudson."

The truth was spoken.

But the trials were not yet over.

Even if they answered the remaining questions, it would be the same.

However, the three of them thought simultaneously.

Isabella, Isaac, Serengeti.

They all spoke with certainty.

"......This place and these people are all fake."

"Thinking about it, the Chosen One wouldn't ask such questions. Why are you asking these questions, you fake bastards?"

"Is this enough of an answer, you stupid dungeon brat!"

At that moment.

Crack-

A crack began to form in the dungeon.

*

'Will' could not believe it.

It was a perfectly recreated space and people.

Since they were created based on memories, it was impossible for them to distinguish the fakes.

Yet, they defined the place as fake with certainty along with their answers.

The Room of Truth.

A room where one answers questions with the truth.

But that was not the real trial.

The content of the trial was for all three to realize that the place was fake before the three questions ended.

'How......!'

Humans, once they start to doubt, become distrustful.

It is impossible for them to all act in unison, and they are bound to split due to their vulnerabilities.

There had never been an exception to this rule.

'What is this? Why are they all so certain?'

It is normal to doubt.

They were exposed to secrets that no one knew!

By exposing the secrets and pointing out the one who exposed them, it would naturally lead to Randolph.

Doubt would turn to anger, and anger would lead to destruction—a perfect picture.

But that picture was shattered.

In an instant.

It was revealed in the very first question.

But it still did not make sense.

Such unwavering belief. Such trust.

What did they see to believe so firmly?

What did they see to be so certain?

No matter how legendary a hero, their insides are black.

A noble human?

Nonexistent.

Only those who believe in such things exist.

And such beliefs are easily broken.

I was sure it would be the same this time.

"Sure enough, you were here. The trash-like will of the great creator."

......I was certain.

'Will' looked at the end in front of him with a bewildered gaze.

The Celestial Spirit

'Master Floor.'

It was as I expected.

The only place to adjust the trial and pull out the one challenging it was the Master Floor, where the dungeon's master resides and wields absolute power.

As the trial broke, the Master Floor naturally revealed itself, and 'Will' appeared in the process.

-You...... Who are you......? I have never seen an 'Irregular' like you......!

A demigod. The will of the great demigod looked at me in bewilderment.

The form of 'Will' was a black shadow.

Wearing a crown, sitting at a round table, observing the dungeon, and sneering.

As if playing a game.

But as his defeat approached, his despicable nature was revealed.

"I told you. This is your end."

I am your end.

It's time to end this long-standing grudge.

This absurd dungeon should disappear.

The Special Dungeon. From the name alone, it seemed that one should form a party with complementary talents and characteristics before attempting it.

Most challengers, including myself, thought and attempted it this way.

But, no.

The Special Dungeon of the Demigod was a dungeon that could only be cleared by understanding the 'characteristics' of the demigod.

In other words, this guy.

To reach the end, one must understand the characteristics of 'Will,' this trash-like nature, and break all the rules.

'Damn wordplay.'

Damn 'Will.'

Moreover, this place is not a place of trials.

The restrictions that suppressed me have also disappeared.

I drew out two great iron swords.

At that moment.

《All the thrones of the Hall of Heroes are beginning to focus on you and 'Will.'》

The thrones of the Hall of Heroes finally turned their attention.

It's not bad that they are paying attention to me.

But it's strange that they are also paying attention to 'Will.'

Clang! Clang-!

Swinging the swords quickly twice, a dull sound was heard as they were deflected.

'Physical attacks are ineffective.'

It seems that physical attacks don't work at all.

Then, how do I kill it?

Crackle! Crackle!

At the same time, noise began to appear all over 'Will's body, like a broken TV screen.

In that state, 'Will' spoke.

-Yes, you are a lackey sent by Oblivion. A 'Supreme Evil' sent to destroy the great will that is me!

Oblivion defines me as a 'Supreme Evil.'

But the situation is clearly different from before.

Phase 2.

Indeed, this guy is the final dungeon boss.

-Supreme Evil, let's play one last game. A game of just and glorious honor!

......Are you really crazy?

I don't understand where the words 'just' and 'glorious' come from.

The one who seems farthest from those words is 'Will.'

Then, the crown he wore disappeared, and three people appeared next to the round table.

They looked exactly like Isaac, Isabella, and Serengeti.

-Your party members will face off against my party members. However, they cannot move on their own. Only you and I can move them!

The 'Will' with a lot of noise pulled out a piece of paper.

-You and your party members must swear! Then you will become a perfect 'one'! If you are afraid and scared, you can run away, Supreme Evil!

What a ridiculous guy.

He proposes an extremely advantageous game for himself and calls it 'just'?

From the look of the oath, it seems that I will be able to move my party members' bodies as if they were my own.

The problem is that all sensations, including pain, are alive.

If the pain becomes too severe, they might disobey my commands.

Most importantly, even if moving someone else's body is free, it won't be easy.

"Interesting."

However, in other words, this is a real 'game.'

Like a gamer moving an avatar in a game.

Of course, the sensation of moving with a mouse and keyboard will be completely different, but this is Pangea, and Isaac and Isabella were characters I raised.

'Will' doesn't know that I was a 'gamer.'

I don't know how different the control will be, but if it allows for more detailed control......

-Swearing is complete! Hahahaha! Let me see your struggle, Supreme Evil!

'Will' laughed like a madman.

*

Swish.

The man wearing a crown slowly rose from his throne.

Then.

Whoosh!

Candles began to light up in the dark space.

Including his, 100 candles.

"You must have been quite curious, fallen ones."

The throne of the Radiant Hero.

He smiled as he looked at the other thrones floating above the candles.

"A past part of myself and the current promising hero will face off. Who will you bet on?"

The throne of the Radiant Hero encouraged the other thrones to make a choice.

But it was not easy to choose.

His ability to handle, create, and lead heroes was truly remarkable.

How could one surpass the 'Radiant Hero' named for his brilliance, even if it was a remnant of the past?

Whoosh!

At that moment.

A massive wave of golden rules surged and rained down like hail. Eventually, they merged and transformed into a golden bird, which calmly landed on the ground.

Seeing this, the throne of the Radiant Hero smiled even more.

"Throne of Adventure. You still love hardship and adversity, don't you?"

The one who turns the impossible into the possible.

A being also known as the indomitable adventurer because they never give up.

His natural choice made him smile.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Starting with the throne of Adventure, the thrones began to make their choices.

Seeing the results, the throne of the Radiant Hero stroked his chin in interest.

50 to 49.

Even though it is a part of his past, the last ability is 'real.'

Knowing this, the result being even was surprising.

Was it because of the mysterious miracle he showed?

But miracles don't happen twice.

"Then I will also bet."

Behind the throne of the Radiant Hero, the golden rules rippled.

*

'This is the feeling.'

The view is like that of an observer