There Is No Hidden Villain in This Novel Chapter 99

…Damn it, I, being the genius bastard that I am, had a feeling as soon as I felt the earthquake-like vibrations.

“A dungeon break…?!”

And this dungeon is even the Inner World.

“Fuck, you said it wouldn’t break yet!”

The report delivered by the Russian army, led by Ivan Karpin, had a predicted date for the dungeon break, and it was definitely a date far from today. As soon as I felt the vibrations, curses erupted from me, without a thought for ‘Cassis de Millang’s’ dignity or anything. It had been a festival of profanity since a while ago, but still, my position as the mastermind… I no longer have the leisure to soothe my mind with nonsense. The vibrations are too severe. If Ryuseong hadn’t grabbed me and pulled me up, I would have fallen.

I quickly looked outside the tent we were in, and the entire area had already been swallowed up by the dungeon. There was nowhere to run. The barracks we were in hadn’t been swallowed yet, but it seemed useless to even try to escape. No matter how much you run, a dungeon break is like a tsunami or an earthquake, and just as if to show that no matter how agile a person is, they can’t beat nature, the terrain was breaking, crumbling, and being destroyed, and then…

Splash!

…Just as it seemed ‘someone’ was about to embrace ‘me,’ all the senses that the person called me possessed scattered.

As far as I know, a diver throwing themselves from a cliff into the sea is not called a dangerous act. But in some cases, a cliff dive is called dangerous.

When the sea level of the ocean they’re jumping into is low, or when they’re a person determined to die.

I think the sea level of this dungeon is low.

‘This is, dangerous…’

I don’t know what’s what, but the thought that it’s dangerous… th, ought. Did I have a thought? Dungeon? What’s that? I don’t remember. Anyway, ‘I’ fell into somewhere. That much I remember for sure. Like Alice in Wonderland crawling through a small gap in a door, ‘I’ fell into a wormhole, and then…

I am floating between Cassis de Millang and Jeong Ian.

‘Huh. What the hell is that supposed to mean.’

I can feel myself going insane in an instant. Senses pour out in clumps, then flow back down my esophagus. I want to throw them up, not wanting to swallow, but the forced meal makes me nauseous. Perhaps this is not a meal but a process of ‘perceiving’ reality, but I flee. Someone might mock me for being foolish, but I feel the need to escape from reality, even for a moment. I feel like I need to spit out crazy talk before my ego goes completely mad so I can come to my senses.

So let’s start from the beginning. Let’s retrace.

‘Hello, Cassis de Millang. My name is Jeong Ian.’

The name of the person called me, who fell into a book from a faraway land that Cassis de Millang would never know, is Jeong Ian, Jeong Ian. Even if no one remembers, ‘I’ must know that. I am Jeong Ian. The place I lived was the modern society of the 21st century. For me, who has lived in a world without monsters or awakeners, the experience of being sucked into a dungeon that has broken open is—naturally—a first. I’ve had all sorts of experiences, but this is different from the feeling of sinking into a swamp. Shall I say it’s a feeling of my body being yanked out, Pop! and my soul being pulled out, Whoosh!? Like a vacuum cleaner sucking up dust from the floor, or a black hole greedily swallowing stars and planets and closing its mouth. Everything…

‘Shut up. I’m not curious about that, so talk about yourself.’

Did I say that? I don’t remember well. What is certain is that I want to cover my ears. But moving my limbs around is of no concern to me, as the concept of limbs is detachable for me.

‘I must be crazy.’

All my senses are vibrating. It’s like a fetus being born from a womb. Even if I have to strain my head, I have to get out of this box. I struggle to take back the senses I was vomiting up. I must not lose my mind.

‘Why?’

I feel a fishy and foul smell asking me. That an intangible scent detected by the sense of smell can perform the concept of a question is truly amazing…

‘Why must you not lose your mind?’

Oh, fuck, how can you even ask that. I feel that I must answer. But the. an. swer. is. Language is chopped up in clumps and then wriggles back to life. The. an. swer. is. Something seems to be trying to delete my right to speak. But you’ve picked the wrong guy. The person named Jeong Ian has a habit of resisting more the more you try to break him. You son of a bitch. If you wanted to shut my mouth, you should have at least been my family.

When I open my mouth wide, I feel something forcibly invading it. What’s rushing in is something like a jelly, armed with a soft and unpleasant dampness. I gnawed at it wildly with my hard and sturdy teeth, looking for the slightest opening to activate my vocal organs.

I feel that I am shouting.

“Stop that damn dog from barking!”

Then, in an instant, my senses awakened. To be precise, the perception called cognition revived, and, “Huuuurrrk.” I began to vomit desperately. I couldn’t stand the nausea. Because, the bastard I had just been chewing on was a squishy mud slime monster, that fucker! “Huuuurrrk.” I continued to vomit, wiped under my nose with my hand to get some blood, and drew a formula without a word. “Huurk.”

Kweeeeeek…!

Don’t misunderstand. I didn’t make this sound. It’s just that the mud slime was roasted faster than my nausea subsided, so the sound of vomiting and its death throes overlapped. But I can’t be satisfied with a simple death. I seriously made a bowl shape out of the dead slime’s corpse, like an artisan firing pottery by drying out the clay, and as soon as a shape I liked emerged, I hit it, Whack! and shattered it.

“Fucking son of a bitch. Fucking bastard.”

I was really fucking startled. I was a bit careless when I only heard about the Inner World by word of mouth, but it was no joke. Since the monster who was the master of the dungeon and the target for clearing had become a named-class, the Inner World, the monster’s territory, had become a grim neighborhood where even a mud slime would attempt to mind-control you. I had to hold on tight to my sanity to escape.

‘Ah, right. I’m not supposed to be running away, I’m supposed to achieve something here to save face.’

Fuuuuuck. Who cares about achievements, I just want to see Ryuseong.

“Sigh. What was I thinking doing such a crazy thing…”

Life is tough, and sighs come out on their own. Of course, I know. I know. It was a necessary task. It was something that had to be done for everyone to live. But whether it’s essential or not, what’s hard is hard. It’s to the point where I’m worried I’ll get sick from playing the role of a raider, a role I was never meant for… Suddenly, I remembered a phrase I saw while investigating the Inner World that caught my eye.

「A human’s memories are reassembled and created in the Inner World.」

…So falling into the Inner World means having your memories dug up every time.

Is being a raider something you have to volunteer for?

‘It’s a really fucking 3D job.’

I looked around to forcefully ignore the bleak future. Unlike the real world, the Inner World has a slightly more muted and dark cool tone. Therefore, the space swallowed by the Inner World can be distinguished with the naked eye.

Of course, for me, who had been notified of the dungeon’s grand opening schedule in advance, it was a bewildering and frustrating situation.

‘You said it wouldn’t break yet. Is Ivan Karpin crazy?’

Anyway, as I looked around further, the cheat key I had believed in so strongly, the regressor, was nowhere to be seen. I guess we got separated while entering the dungeon. Not that I care.

Suddenly, anger surges. You son of a bitch. You fucking son of a bitch. You said you wouldn’t disappear. You said you’d be by my side forever!

“Breaking your vow already?”

You’re dead now. You bastard.

I menacingly rolled up my sleeves. And I was about to walk off to tear the dungeon apart, whatever the circumstances…

“Ouch.”

Right. I was really hurt. That bastard Dick Baskerville beat me to a pulp and knocked me down. In that state, I was captured by a slime and was on the verge of my mind collapsing and my ego disintegrating, so it was understandable that I couldn’t move. Fuck.

The next moment, I couldn’t even walk and collapsed, clutching my stomach and groaning in pain.

…Can I use a potion to heal this? This?

‘…Ryuseong said I couldn’t, didn’t he?’

I need a doctor. No matter how I think about it, I can’t solve this without a doctor. But I heard a sound like some kind of presence from the next alley, so I let it approach. I had hoped, for a miracle, that a group of healers might appear.

Kieeeeeeeeeek!

But what appeared was a shadow monster trying to swallow high-quality meat.

‘Ugh, damn it.’

With cold eyes, I swung the killing tool I had woven onto my hands towards them. Whoosh! The monsters died easily. It was a given. This is because it is a super strong area-of-effect killing weapon designed to kill Dick Baskerville.

However, I regretted not using this magic on Dick Baskerville’s corpse.

‘The people of desecrating-corpses made a mistake.’

It was when I was having such thoughts.

Thud, thud.

I heard the sound of human footsteps.

‘What is it? Are these footsteps Ryuseong’s…?’