Chapter 95

Temple of Luck 14 - Chapter 21

‘Could he have forgotten about me?’

The Great Mage Brahm.

More than a year ago, he entrusted Grid with the task of creating a <Vessel of the Soul>.

It was essential for resurrection.

However, Grid had been completely out of contact until now.

From the observations made through the orb of Mumud, it seemed that he had no intention of fulfilling the request at all.

‘To take the Phbralium and then act as if nothing happened!’

His patience had long since run out.

That was why he sent an army of golems as a warning.

But when things didn’t go as planned, Brahm’s anger reached the heavens.

[Pagma’s descendant…!]

The expression of emotions by the soul is honest.

The dozens of soul fragments scattered across the continent simultaneously turned red.

Someone had discovered one of them.

The first city of the vampires.

“Hmm? I felt a dirty and low-level magic, who is this?”

A mysterious woman broke through the barrier and stood before Brahm’s soul.

The magic power visible from her dragon heart-like red eyes was immense, enough to make even Brahm tense.

[You, you…!]

A black-haired beauty with both purity and sensuality.

Her beauty was so unreal that Brahm’s soul trembled like waves.

[Marirose! How did you break free from the seal?!]

The vampire duchess, Marirose.

She, who was known to possess the strongest magic among the direct descendants of the progenitor Veriache, gripped Brahm’s soul in her hand.

“I could have broken the seal anytime. I just enjoyed my sleep because it was troublesome.”

But she was awakened by the smell of blood from the human man’s cloak.

Marirose’s eyes curved like a crescent moon.

“Brahm, I thought you were holding on well even after losing your pure blood and degenerating, but in the end, you’re left as just a soul. Your pitiful appearance suits you well.”

[Stop mocking me!!]

Brahm’s soul, which was gradually turning red, was only seen as ridiculous by Marirose.

“Our cunning Brahm wouldn’t be in such a state without a plan. What is this current appearance for?”

Marirose, who was thinking while molding Brahm’s soul like clay, suddenly smiled.

It was a dazzling smile that could illuminate the entire underground city, which was only dark.

“You, are dreaming of resurrection, aren’t you?”

Brahm was a unique existence.

He was the only one in his clan who did not rely on his innate power and instead pursued the pinnacle of magic.

He might have completed the magic of resurrection.

Sure enough, Brahm did not deny it.

[If that’s the case, what will you do? You can never stop my resurrection! As long as one of the soul fragments hidden across the continent remains, I will eventually be completely resurrected! At that time, I will surely destroy you!]

Brahm’s soul, which was shouting bravely, was endearing to Marirose.

“I wonder how far a mortal can go.”

[…!]

Mortal!

That hateful word provoked Brahm.

Marirose, who returned his soul to its original position, turned to leave.

Brahm called out to her.

[Do you not plan to destroy my soul fragments?]

Brahm was in a position of being exiled from his clan.

Using the fact that the light under the lamp is the darkest, he had hidden his soul fragments in the cities of his clan, but now that they were discovered by Marirose, he thought they would be destroyed.

But Marirose had no intention of dealing with Brahm one by one.

To her, a noble being, Brahm was nothing more than a bug.

“It’s troublesome.”

That was all she said.

Marirose immediately returned to her palace.

Brahm’s soul, watching her leave without any attachment, flickered like a flame.

‘A mutant who surpasses even the progenitor…!’

He must resurrect at all costs.

‘I will resurrect, kill you, and take your heart to regain eternal life!’

***

Winston was in a headache.

As the second northern city grew, all kinds of human crowds flowed in, leading to a constant stream of incidents.

Various forces were formed, and they opposed each other for various reasons, leading to a decline in public order.

“I hope Lady Irene recovers soon…”

Irene, who was six months pregnant, was suffering from depression.

Her only blood relative, Count Staim, was in Frontier, and her husband Grid was in Raydan, so she was inevitably lonely.

“Sigh…”

Wrinkles formed on his face as he sighed.

Knight Commander Phoenix, who was now quite old, was in charge of the entire territory in place of Irene.

It was too much for him to handle.

‘If Lord Grid were here, he would have been a support.’

While buried in paperwork and sighing, Phoenix heard an urgent voice.

“Commander Phoenix! A bloodbath has occurred in Rain!”

Rain was the name of a tavern in the slums.

It was a den for hooligans who disrupted public order.

Phoenix’s face crumpled.

“Who is causing trouble this time?”

“The Two-Bladed Beak Guild and the Yellow Guild have clashed!”

The Two-Bladed Beak Guild had a tight grip on Winston’s alcohol market.

Recently, they had expanded their business by starting to buy orc leather, which led to friction with the Icale Guild. It seemed that the Icale Guild had hired the Yellow Guild to attack the Two-Bladed Beak Guild.

‘Yellow scoundrels!’

The Yellow Guild was a mercenary group composed entirely of users.

With an average level of nearly 200, they were the strongest guild in Winston.

To suppress them, Phoenix had to take action himself.

“Let’s go!”

Phoenix, accompanied by knights and soldiers, set out.

***

“The northern strongest knight, huh? Not much, is it?”

The tavern Rain.

Surrounded by dozens of users, Phoenix knelt.

He had been severely beaten by the Yellow Guild.

“Grrr…!”

Phoenix gritted his teeth.

He glared at the priest of the Rebecca Church as if he wanted to eat him.

Dongpao.

Once a PK enthusiast who conspired with Shai’s gang, this Rebecca Church priest had recently been helping the Yellow Guild.

Of course, it was for money.

What a wonderful and happy thing it was to enjoy the game and make money at the same time?

“Here’s your fee.”

The master of the Yellow Guild, Anker, threw a money bag to Dongpao.

As a priest of the Rebecca Church, Dongpao had approached Phoenix, made him let his guard down, and led him into a trap.

Dongpao smiled in satisfaction after checking the amount.

“Good, good. Don’t forget to kill all the witnesses to prevent any future trouble.”

“Of course.”

Anker had no intention of sparing Phoenix and his subordinates.

The penalty for killing the territory’s knights and soldiers?

He could bear it.

He planned to leave the Etnal Kingdom after this job.

‘If only I can get the Sword of No Mind!’

<Sword of No Mind>

A legendary item believed to have been made by the legendary blacksmith Grid in his early days.

The estimated market price is 1.5 million gold.

‘No, with the recent increase in users around level 180, it could fetch over 2 million gold at an auction.’

It was a sum that could change his life.

‘Now I can drink and party with women too!’

Truly a low-level greed.

Anker, filled with joy, approached Phoenix.

Phoenix was already humiliated.

He had fallen into a trap and fought alone against 40 Yellow Guild members.

With over half of the Yellow Guild members dead, it couldn’t be said that the price was cheap.

“I hope you drop the Sword of No Mind when you die.”

Smirk!

Anker, with a sinister smile, swung his sword without hesitation.

A user who would kill other users for money would feel no guilt in killing an NPC.

And here, a man who cared even less about slaughter than Anker appeared.

Swoosh!

A fierce sword aimed at Phoenix’s forehead.

Thud!

A golden spear blade flew and embedded itself in Anker’s neck.

[You have taken 3,900 damage.]

“Gah?”

How could a mere thrown weapon deal such damage to me?

The surprised Anker turned his gaze to where the spear blade had come from.

“Who are you!”

The answer came from behind.

“Guess.”

Crack!

[You have taken 11,900 damage!]

‘What the hell!’

How could the attack power be so strong?

The shocked Anker confirmed the greatsword embedded in his side.

It was a greatsword that evoked the image of a sea predator, a shark.

‘No, it can’t be!’

Anker’s face turned pale as he turned his gaze behind him. He had a look as if he had seen a ghost.

“Grid!!”

How could he be here in the north when he should be in the distant west?

Anker and the Yellow Guild members couldn’t believe it.

Speechless, they watched as Grid swung his sword like a madman.

“You insolent bastards, daring to cause trouble in my wife’s territory?”

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A one-sided beating began, not even worth describing.

At level 200 and below, the users had no chance against Grid.

“G-Grid-sama, it’s been a while.”

Dongpao, who had been hiding in a corner, met Grid’s eyes and awkwardly greeted him.

The master of deception, a master of acting, began to spout nonsense.

“I am only moved by the guidance of the goddess Rebecca today. To meet you here by chance and be saved! Grid-sama! After repenting due to your grace, I have been living sincerely, but I was taken hostage and used by these evil people! You have saved me by eliminating them, how can I repay this favor…!”

“Who are you?”

Dongpao, taken aback by the unexpected question, stammered.

“D-Do you not remember me?”

“Yeah, remembering you would be a waste of my brain capacity.”

“S-Such harsh words!”

“Shut up.”

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud!

“Gah!”

That day.

The Yellow Guild and Dongpao, who were beaten like dogs on a hot day by Grid, were stripped of their citizenship in Winston. They could no longer set foot anywhere in the Staim County.

As an additional punishment, they were sentenced to two weeks in prison.

For a user, spending two weeks in prison meant being eliminated, which was a desperate situation.

Especially Dongpao, who had already messed up two jobs for Grid, felt the urge to quit the game.

“I will set the law and order straight.”

Grid, who received a report on Winston’s state from Phoenix, immediately summoned Jude.

Equipped with Dainsleif and the best armors, Jude was extremely powerful, far surpassing the aged Phoenix.

“Move these soldiers and punish the troublemakers without mercy.”

“Yes.”

Jude had no thoughts.

He simply did as Grid told him.

The soldiers of Winston had to endure the harsh training of Jude, who did not consider the situation.

As a result, deserters and injured soldiers emerged, but the few soldiers who endured the training became elite.

Based on them, Jude reorganized the police force and quickly stabilized the law and order in Winston.

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