Novel Will Be Taken Down on 17 May or Earlier Chapter 137 - Trust me (1)

[Last Adventurer: You will not die on the Arcana continent. Upon death, you will return to reality immediately and cannot access the Arcana continent for a certain period of time. – Cooldown: 24 hours]

 

The successful [Seed of the World Tree] quest.

 

It opened a title system as a reward.

 

It was none other than the World Quest’s reward, but when I first checked the effect, I wondered if this kind of chicken ribs ^[1] ‘Chicken ribs’ is a metaphor for something that serves little use but would be a waste to throw away. It’s apparently because chicken ribs have little flesh and a lot of bones. would actually be useful… I couldn’t believe the day to use that effect actually came.

 

‘Of course, this is only when [Map That Connects All Things] is in effect.’

 

I was certain that it could work.

 

This was an epic-grade item, the demon king’s loot.

 

Above all, it was proved by the scene I had witnessed in the [Broken Dimension Gap] rupture.

 

[???]

 

The unknown demon had entered the rupture with its bare hands.

 

Offer the demon king’s loot as sacrifices.

 

I had to do that to pass.

 

“Time waits for no one.”

 

Yeah.

 

It’s been a while since you said the right thing, Hoyeol.

 

Time was limited.

 

‘Marcelo is at his limit.’

 

Step on the land of Arnaca Continent…

 

It came a little earlier than I thought.

 

I supposed it was something I couldn’t postpone.

 

So what I needed was a short amount of time and full preparation.

 

So to speak, I had to go back to the beginning and struggle.

 

My preparation was simple.

 

“Your application for the tower’s exit is on hold.”

 

First of all, finish the chief’s work according to procedures.

 

This damn formality and procedure…!

 

Although I probably had no time for this.

 

It was obvious that if I didn’t do it, Marcelo would take it on.

 

Hadn’t I realized this from numerous social experiences?

 

There was nothing more stressful than handling tasks handed to you by others.

 

It could end up shortening Marcelo’s lifespan.

 

“I’m sorry. Senior Belliere Yushia.”

 

Why did I put aside Belliere’s application for the tower’s exit?

 

It was simple.

 

I had no choice but to go to Arcana by myself.

 

‘It will be like a living hell.’

 

Even if the decisive battle weapon, the Qirnberg Machine Tower, was activated, the seed of the new World Tree was hatched, and the activities of the demons became slow due to the oppression of the Demon King. The Arcana continent had already become a den for demons.

 

‘It’s a dangerous place even for a senior of the Mage Tower.’

 

It might be a different story if the entire Mage Tower moved.

 

“It is the territory of an inferior race. I want to trample on them at one.”

 

Like always.

 

My mouth chattered like usual.

 

If it weren’t for the effect of the title [The Last Adventurer], it would have been unimaginably reckless.

 

Even if the senior mages’ abilities were beyond imagination, demons were not the problem for Belliere.

 

‘There’s no way back.’

 

The effect specified in the item.

 

Even if it also said that it could teleport several people.

 

There was no way to come back.

 

Moreover, the moment the teleportation effect was triggered, the [Map That Connects All Things] lost all of its effects.

 

This meant that it was impossible to get insurance even if I wanted to.

 

Anyway, let’s get ready.

 

‘First of all, this pure integrity…’

 

I had to make the most of this item quickly!

 

I didn’t know about Grandfel, but I didn’t have musoyu spirit ^[2] Musoyu literally translates to ‘non-possession’ or ‘lack of possession’. Musoyu doesn’t mean not having anything. It just means not having unnecessary things. yet, so I felt like I would die out of the unfairness if I couldn’t use [The Map to All Things] as much as possible.

 

‘Of course, the first and foremost purpose.’

 

[Quest: Request From the Simuard Family].

 

Succeeding in this quest.

 

Through this, Marcelo’s curse of terminal illness would be lifted.

 

Could I do this?

 

I wasn’t worried.

 

I had this personality, the profound and complex pride of Grandfell.

 

I understood it better than anyone else.

 

[He was the heir to a great family, but that family was ruined by the demons.

 

The only survivor of the family, Grandfel Claudie Arpheus Romeo, hereinafter referred to as Grandfel, walked the path of a demon hunter to take revenge on the demons.]

 

The sacrifice of the Mage Tower was Senios, and that alone was enough.

 

I could feel the pride of Grandfel rising.

 

What I had to do was the same as always.

 

“A simple warm-up before rolling your brain can be helpful.”

 

– Train your weak body. (Repeat) ▲

 

• 35KM run (Successful)

 

• 2,500 push-ups (In Progress)

 

• 1,500 pull-ups (Successful)

 

• 700 burpee test (Successful)

 

Now, the struggle began.

 

*

 

Floating garden.

 

Black and green.

 

A mismatched pair was sitting across from each other at a table.

 

The first to speak was the green-haired Belliere.

 

“My application for the tower’s exit has been put on hold.”

 

Bit–

 

Belliere unconsciously bit her lips.

 

She was aware that her purpose for the tower’s exit was not appropriate.

 

But she thought Lee Hoyeol would understand the seriousness of the situation.

 

“…I don’t know how to do it. Is there any way to present a specific purpose?”

 

The Simuard family’s curse of terminal illnesses.

 

Her purpose was to treat it.

 

Naturally, she didn’t even know what the curse was.

 

But it wasn’t something she should blame herself for.

 

Wouldn’t Simuard have tried the same?

 

Nevertheless, they couldn’t escape the curse of the terminal illness.

 

“It’s not your responsibility. Senior Belliere.”

 

Matis, the founder of black magic.

 

In some areas, black magic before its establishment was called a curse rather than magic.

 

Thanks to this, Matis had also heard of Simuard’s curse of terminal illness.

 

More than that, before he entered the Mage Tower, he had faced Simuard’s blood kin.

 

“It was neither magic nor black magic.”

 

Matis’ ring, a magic tool that responded to the right mana.

 

He adjusted the ring.

 

At that time, the color of the ring hadn’t changed.

 

It was proof that the curse was not black magic.

 

“I can tell just by looking at his face. There won’t be much time left.”

 

“If we use Senior Belliere’s healing magic…”

 

“My healing magic?”

 

Shake–

 

Belliere shook her head.

 

“I probably can keep him breathing. But unless we solve the fundamental problem, the curse of terminal illness. It would be no different from necromancy.”

 

Matis looked at his teacup.

 

The tea had cooled down for a while.

 

The calm surface of the teacup felt bleak.

 

“?”

 

At that moment.

 

Suddenly, he heard a snort.

 

When Matis raised his head, Belliere was smiling.

 

With a bitter look on her face.

 

“He’s stupid. Actually, it’s not anything new. Because Marcelo has been the same since his childhood. Watching from his side, he’s so foolish that it’s annoying. That man.”

 

“Chief Marcelo is so foolish that it’s annoying…?”

 

“Senior Matis, do you know what the Simuard family’s annual event is?”

 

“Well, when it comes to annual events…”

 

It must be something that happened every year.

 

If she was talking about something that happened every year in the mage family…

 

Belliere added to Matis, who felt troubled.

 

“Memorial service.”

 

“…!”

 

“Because their blood kins die every year in the Simuard family.”

 

“Oh dear.”

 

He had overlooked it.

 

The curse of terminal illness was a blood-related curse with no exceptions.

 

It wasn’t surprising that victims of the curse appear every year.

 

Matis asked in wonder.

 

“But what does stupidity have to do with that?”

 

“I’ve never seen him sad.”

 

“…!”

 

“Every single memory I have about him from childhood remains vivid. Even when his father passed away, and even when those close to him passed away. Marcelo never shed tears.”

 

Belliere hated Marcelo for being reticent.

 

He was like a good kid waiting calmly for his turn to come someday.

 

Belliere snorted again.

 

“Look, it’s the same now. What kind of meeting is he going to have with that body?”

 

Crystal Hall.

 

Marcelo was conducting a roundtable meeting.

 

If you asked them why they didn’t attend the meeting.

 

It was because they didn’t think they could bear to see the weakened Marcelo.

 

‘I’m worried.’

 

Matis’ mouth went dry.

 

As expected, was there nothing they could do?

 

The moment he was about to reach for the teacup with a heavy heart.

 

“…?”

 

Splash–

 

There were ripples in the calm teacup.

 

The teacup was shaking slightly.

 

The vibration gradually increased.

 

The source of the vibration was getting closer.

 

“Belliere-nim!”

 

Skilled mage of healing school, Klee.

 

Dash–

 

Klee, who was running in a hurry, was shocked.

 

She didn’t know Belliere was talking to Senior Matise.

 

“I am sorry for interrupting your conversation…!”

 

“There’s nothing to apologize for.”

 

“We just finished talking. It’s fine, Klee. What’s this about?”

 

“Ah, actually!”

 

Was there an urgent situation within the healing school?

 

He shouldn’t listen to other people’s circumstances.

 

As Matis was about to get up.

 

“I thought I should talk to you about the Crystal Hall, the roundtable meeting!”

 

Roundtable meeting?

 

The roundtable meeting was still in progress.

 

Belliere asked curiously.

 

“Continue, Klee.”

 

Hosh.

 

Catching her breath.

 

Soon, Klee continued.

 

“…What did you say?”

 

But what she said was something they could never have imagined.

 

“…Chief Lee Hoyeol wants to enter the Arcana Continent?”

 

Belliere and Matis.

 

The two faced each other without either of them saying anything first.

 

How could someone enter the Arcana Continent?

 

They didn’t know the method.

 

But they could guess the reason.

 

“No way, the reason why Chief Lee decided to withhold my tower’s exit application…”

 

Was it related to Marcelo?

 

It was not the time to guess.

 

The three people hurriedly headed to the Crystal Hall.

 

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.

 

.

 

The roundtable meeting.

 

I declared in the Crystal Hall, in front of the mages.

 

“I intend to enter the Arcana Continent.”

 

With great confidence.

 

It was the chief who must protect the Mage Tower.

 

But now that I would be away for personal reasons.

 

The appropriate procedure was to ask for understanding from all members of the Mage Tower.

 

Indeed.

 

All of this was due to Grandfel’s pride that valued formality and procedures. However, was it necessary to declare it at the roundtable meeting?

 

‘It’s like bragging in front of employees about taking annual leave.’

 

Exchange parchment paper would have been enough.

 

Besides, I hadn’t even confirmed whether the effect of [Map That Connects Everything] could work yet. What if I couldn’t teleport to Arcana?

 

‘Really, I don’t even want to imagine the aftermath.’

 

However, my feelings were never revealed.

 

“The time away will not be long. So I would like you to refrain from making requests related to me, including the application for the tower’s exit, for a few days. I ask for your understanding.”

 

…I ask for your understanding, he said.

 

Grandfel, I didn’t know you could say something like this.

 

You’ve grown up.

 

I was amazed.

 

At the flowing silence, I realized.

 

‘…Wait, I forgot where this is.’

 

Suddenly, I recalled my past.

 

When the manager said they hoped for the employees’ understanding, there was clearly a ridiculous reason behind it. But because of the damn class society. I could only follow the superior’s demand.

 

I said that I asked for their understanding, but it was actually just a one-sided declaration.

 

Yeah, I had wondered why I suddenly acted like this. Without this pride, I was just a dead man. There was no way I could spit out the word ‘understanding’ with this personality of a boomer.

 

“You don’t have to, Chief Lee.”

 

It was Marcelo who broke the silence.

 

Still, did this mean our rank was the same?

 

Marcelo continued with a questioning look.

 

“While you are away, I will take over your work…”

 

No, then it would be useless for me to visit the Arcana Continent.

 

“I refuse.”

 

“…Yes? You refuse.”

 

“I will say it again. No one can replace my vacancy.”

 

I always felt this, but.

 

Even if my mouth was crooked, I wondered how it could be this crooked.

 

I was basically saying I would just come back and deal with it.

 

I couldn’t believe I spat out those words in such a grandiose and feisty manner.

 

Still, thanks to that, It seemed my intentions were conveyed.

 

“I understand.”

 

Silence flowed again at Marcelo’s answer–

 

But the silence didn’t last long. Because the Mage Tower had learned about the existence of demons and the current status of the Arcana Continent through the new roundtable meeting.

 

Whisper–

 

I could hear them talking even if I wasn’t trying to.

 

“… How would he enter the Arcana Continent?”

 

“Did he find a new way?”

 

“But even if it’s possible to enter, it’s too dangerous!”

 

Even the World Tree had felt threatened and sowed new seeds.

 

The Arcana continent was on the brink of extinction.

 

Since I said I would enter such a living hell.

 

It was only natural for them to be concerned.

 

“Even if this Chief Lee Hoyeol we’re talking about.…”

 

Someone raised his hand in the midst of the commotion.

 

It was a familiar face.

 

It was the Senior Mage of Pure Magic, Banglet Tom.

 

Even in this situation, he kept his formality.

 

As expected, when learning anything, it was effective to learn it strictly.

 

When I unintentionally nodded with satisfaction, Banglet said.

 

“I’m not doubting your abilities, Chief, but are you okay on your own? As you know better than anyone else, the Arcana Continent is currently…”

 

At Banglet’s question, all eyes focused on me.

 

Creak–

 

Even Matis and Belliere, who entered the Crystal Hall late, had their eyes directed to me. Are you really entering the Arcana continent alone? Aren’t you too reckless?

 

Each of them must be thinking like that.

 

“As I said, I will enter the Arcana Continent by myself.”

 

But there was no need to look at me pitifully.

 

In Grandfel’s words, it could be called ‘arrangement’.

 

Even if I looked like this.

 

‘I have some strong reinforcements on the Arcana continent.’

 

Haiel. And the dark spirit.

 

The dwarven flying boat flying in the skies of Arcana.

 

And lastly.

 

Akshan’s decisive battle weapon, the Qirnberg Machine Tower.

 

[Experience point is accumulating in the decisive battle weapon, Qirnberg Machine Tower.]

 

[Fame is accumulating in the decisive battle weapon, Qirnberg Machine Tower.]

 

[You obtain the right to acquire the accumulated experience and fame.]

 

I didn’t forget that experience point and fame was accumulating in the Qirnberg Machine Tower.

 

Therefore, even if I would be lonely when entering the Arcana continent, I wouldn’t be alone.

 

But this guy’s way of talking.

 

It wasn’t kind enough to explain the specific situation.

 

“But you have nothing to worry about.”

 

All I had to do was add firmly.

 

“Trust me.”

• 1. ‘Chicken ribs’ is a metaphor for something that serves little use but would be a waste to throw away. It’s apparently because chicken ribs have little flesh and a lot of bones.
• 2. Musoyu literally translates to ‘non-possession’ or ‘lack of possession’. Musoyu doesn’t mean not having anything. It just means not having unnecessary things.