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Chapter 384
It was a statent that was difficult to understand, yet deeply unsettling.
I fell silent for a mont, my thoughts tangled.
The frozen ti around us began to crackle with noise here and there, as if it were nearing its limit.
Perhaps the very act of conveying certain information was itself the trigger.
“…So who made the Labyrinthos?”
“That, even I do not know. In the faint mories that remain, when the Devourer that endlessly consud worlds first devoured a world, you fell into the Labyrinthos. I don’t know what happened there, but at that ti, we created the Hall of Swords and then perished.”
The phrase a very long ti ago sounded chilling.
“Don’t tell … every single hall I’ve experienced…”
“Yes. Through dozens, hundreds of world closures, they increased one by one, very slowly.”
The truth left dumbfounded.
So… all of that preparation, over and over, was to kill Yog?
“I guess there’s no point asking about how many tis. So… you failed too, and now it’s my turn?”
“More precisely, you are the last. There will be no more chances.”
In other words, this was the final coin.
“It’s absurd. Still… that ans the odds are better than before, right?”
“The current you is no different from . However, there are three things you must know.”
“What are they?”
“First, I abandoned and discarded most of the authority I had accumulated.”
I frowned.
“Doesn’t that just an you beca weaker?”
“During the long confrontation with Yog, most of your authority was secretly contaminated. With contaminated authority, it is absolutely impossible to defeat him. That is why I distributed much of my authority to Isna and preserved part of her mories. I also planted fragnts of my authority in various other places.”
Because you couldn’t win—so you bore all the stains to prepare for the next cycle, ensuring victory then?
The reason for going this far… must be because I have a family I need to protect.
So many things differ, yet even across repeated cycles, that never changes.
“…What exactly is Yog?”
“I cannot answer that question here. Simply responding to certain keywords has already consud most of the authority maintaining this conversation. Find another core of a Transcendent. If it’s a core in which I planted my authority, we’ll be able to et again.”
Ah. If I’d known, I should’ve asked about Yog first… I regretted it, but this conversation hadn’t been fruitless.
“Then I’ll ask that later. What about the other two?”
“Second. As I said before, the Outer God Yog drives everything around him insane and corrodes it simply by existing. To deal with that, you must slowly peer into his abyss and grow accustod to it. That is why I used the protection of the Labyrinthos to expose you to the power of the Red Moon.”
You cannot die in the Labyrinthos.
You cannot go mad in the Labyrinthos.
So that’s what those rules ant.
“And the last?”
At my question, he smirked.
“Grind. For your sake, after tens of thousands of repetitions, the final hall left behind by us is sealed deep within your innermost self. When the ti cos, you’ll be able to touch it.”
My inner self?
Ah.
The Hall of the Martial God.
“What is that? I’ve never seen anything like—”
Bzzzt… crackle!!
At the sa ti, a crashing sound erupted, and everything returned to normal.
The staff reacting with the core—Void Enchanter—fell silent again, having fulfilled its role.
“Is sothing wrong?”
ryl asked.
I thought for a mont, then shook my head.
“No. It’s nothing. I learned everything I wanted to.”
Honestly, I needed ti to sort out my thoughts.
Before that—
‘Librarian.’
[Confird.]
‘What happens in a case like this? I’m lacking authority, but I learned the information anyway.’
[Currently under review. However, most of what he said is true.]
‘And the rest?’
[A very small portion of information remains, but it is under far higher restrictions than anything before. The category na is The Origin of the Labyrinthos.]
‘Origin?’
[Yes. Given your current state and questions, it is estimated to be unnecessary information for now.]
Perhaps that was information about the very foundation of the Labyrinthos.
Leaving behind ryl’s puzzled gaze, I pressed my throbbing temples and walked on.
* * *
Despite Luna being beside , I couldn’t sleep—sothing that hadn’t happened in a very long ti.
It had been about four days since using the Void Enchanter.
I did absolutely nothing, holed up in my room.
There wasn’t any deep reason.
The strange fatigue simply wouldn’t subside.
[Preparations to download a hall are complete. Please select the hall you—]
“Can I download that Hall of the Martial God?”
[That hall is beyond my authority. Considering the circumstances, it likely requires specific conditions, similar to special hall transfers.]
Maybe it ant I wasn’t ready to receive it yet.
My intuition told that the power of the Hall of the Martial God—enough to terrify even Dagon—was probably more than my current body could handle.
“Let’s put it on hold for now. Taking it recklessly would be dangerous.”
I could choose to receive ordinary halls anyti.
Even now, I wasn’t fully utilizing the power of all the halls I already had.
anwhile, Cascadia began mass-producing and selling hair-loss dicine made from Ardra petals across the continent.
The reaction?
Explosive.
Even considering the price, sales were phenonal.
Humanity on the Lazarus Continent had effectively overco baldness.
As enormous amounts of money poured in, lissa walked around with a smile so bright it nearly reached her ears.
Seeing her happy about being able to provide better equipnt and rest areas for the knights guarding the Demon Realm made chuckle.
When the Phoenix Silkworm arrived, Lispa Elde holed herself up in the succubi workshop, promising to make sothing impressive.
Honestly, that was probably better than her going insane over vengeance against archangels or gods.
Her rage hadn’t faded, but simply redirecting her focus elsewhere yielded significant gains.
“Professor.”
“……”
“I graduated. Teach magic.”
I quietly stared at Ashuria, who had left the Imperial Academy and co to Cascadia.
She carried a small bag in her hands and a large pack on her back—daily necessities peeking out.
“What, are you planning to settle down here?”
Ashuria Abelgard.
The successor to Luteon Abelgard, the greatest archmage on the Lazarus Continent—she seed intent on sticking by my side.
“…Fine. A promise is a promise. Stay for now.”
She nodded and walked off lightly.
Watching her back, Luna asked,
“You’re unusually accommodating. That’s not like you.”
“I need to change my way of thinking.”
If everything my closed-world self said was true, then against the Red Moon, Yog, it was best to secure as many ans as possible.
If trained properly, Ashuria had the talent to beco the greatest mage aside from .
While teaching her magic, I planned to raise both necromancy and elental magic to the 9th circle.
I imdiately dragged Ashuria and lissa—who was chatting happily—out together.
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“Utopia.”
Crunch!!
Activating the phantom ability of the Spirit Sword Utopia, I dragged them into an isolated ability space.
“Ah—no!!”
lissa instinctively tried to flee, realizing what I was about to do, but it was too late.
“Yes!”
Dragging her struggling form, I returned us to the original spot.
“lissa.”
“……”
“How’s your relationship going?”
“W-Why do you care?!”
“Introduce them to soti.”
At least as an older brother, I could support her, right?
She looked at , surprised.
“…That’s it? You’re accepting this way too easily.”
“Yeah. I’ll et them, fight them once, and if they’re below standard, I’ll erase their mory and kick them out.”
“You bastard!!”
She scread and charged with her sword.
Looks like she wasn’t completely indifferent after all.
“Ashuria, you too. Let’s see what you can do.”
Without hesitation, Ashuria began chanting, extending one hand toward .
Crackle—!
Ice serpents ford at incredible speed, coiling around her before lunging at .
The cold was intense.
She was effectively at a 6th-circle archmage level.
lissa, already a Sword Master, needed no further evaluation.
Ashuria didn’t stop there—she caused the ice to internally react, wrapping it in massive lightning.
Ice particles in the air reacted, naturally forming lightning.
Impressive.
At so point, Luna entered the illusion space, set up a rocking chair, and started eating popcorn.
Her spell control was excellent.
But—
“You’re focusing too much on detail. Not enough output.”
The mont her magic touched the faint red mist around , it evaporated in a burst of steam.
lissa seized the mont, charging through the obscured vision with killing intent.
I twisted slightly and stepped forward.
Boom!!
The steam was blasted away like it had been hit by a shockwave.
lissa was powerful—more dangerous than most Sword Masters.
After all, I taught her the Heavenly Demon Divine Sword.
She locked eyes with at close range, stomped down hard—
Like sothing straight out of a wuxia novel—Heavenly Demon Dominion Step.
Overwhelming aura crushed everything around her as her heavy sword descended.
Kwoong!!
I didn’t need complex defense, but I was teaching—and testing.
And I needed to push my body, impose limits, and raise its operating capacity.
Breaking through circles required conditions.
I had brute-forced them through adaptation before, even Grandmaster—but it had strained my body.
Muscles need ti to grow.
A blade of aura flicked from my hand, deflecting her strike—but she pressed on stubbornly.
Golden sparks erupted around —Ashuria’s magic.
I mixed mana and necromantic mana.
This would overload nicely.
“I’ll only defend. Break through my defense within the ti limit. Any thod is allowed.”
Clang!
They exchanged looks.
“…How long?”
lissa asked cautiously.
“Three days. I’ll be right here. Learn from Luna if you want. Items, ambushes—anything goes.”
She eased her stance slightly.
Whether from experience or caution, either way—
Slow judgnt on a battlefield is deadly.
I sat at the center of a violet barrier and pulled out a small notebook.
lissa’s face went pale.
“Y-You… don’t tell that’s—!”
“You recognize it? Yes. It is.”
A silent scream escaped her.
“This is your old diary.”
One filled with embarrassingly earnest struggles of her youth.
“You said you destroyed it?!”
“Nope. Would be a waste.”
I’d secretly kept it long before falling into the Labyrinthos.
“At regular intervals, I’ll read one page aloud for everyone.”
Now she’d fight desperately.
As lissa detonated her aura, I imposed dozens of restrictions on myself.
The strain beca horrifying.
Then—
Wooooong!
Utopia began to vibrate.
I grabbed it—and it pulled my consciousness elsewhere.
A ruined world.
A red moon.
The Labyrinthos.
“…Damn.”
PTSD surged as I stood.
Utopia had grown stronger than I thought.
A white-masked woman appeared before .
[Calamity of the Mage Who Faces Extinction.]
I called her the Mage Counter.
Utopia wanted to clash with her using only magic and necromancy.
Whoever made this thing… it works well without being told.
In one hand, 8th-circle lightning magic.
At my feet, writhing black necromancy.
The battle began.
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