Dungeon Reset

* * *

A moment ago.

Bahamut was working as hard to clean up the magic warehouse as ever.

While Jungdown was in the Shadow World, the warehouse was incredibly clean.

Gold and silver jewelry organized by size and type on neatly displayed shelves.

Beautifully displayed phones.

Among them is an ominous book tied in a golden chain.

[Disgusting. Foolish servant, how did the creature who was a guardian of witches end up like this? T_t]

La-lak.

The Book of the Apocalypse against Bahamuth at any moment.

No, there was a sad teary expression on the Dragon of Doom's bookshelf.

Shrug, shrug, shrug.

Bahamut stops brushing and gives him a firm rebuke.

[Shut up, you devil. You're still trying to seduce me today!]

[Kuhaha. Ridiculous. Who calls who the devil? T_t]

[Stop crying and say it.]

[I'm just an apocalypse, and maybe you're the demon that wronged death. Rich of Darkness.

[Phew. Chit. Stop crying. Why don't you just take it easy on yourself? I'm not a demon, I'm a guard who takes care of you. You're a prisoner, even a weapons prison.]

[Hehe. Please untie me. T_t]

[Yes, no. Go back.]

[Kuaak! How dare you treat me like this and be safe! T_t]

[…… weep, laugh, get angry. You're getting crazier.]

The dragon of the Apocalypse convinced Bahamut in various ways, complaining of all kinds of irony, ridicule, coveted threats, and compassion.

However, Bahamut, a loyal servant of integrity, did not change.

[Anyway, if you keep bothering me, I'll wrap the book around a spider web.]

[Ruthless! If you do something like that, you will be cursed...]

Tsk, tsk.

[I'll be quiet. T_t]

The dragon of the Apocalypse silenced immediately as Bahamut gripped a really thick web of spiders.

But it was then.

Creepy!

[……!]

[Huff!]

Suddenly, the dragon of Bahamut and the apocalypse shivered at the same time.

A strange "memory" appeared in their heads.

They were embarrassed.

[What, what? This memory?]

[Oh my God! What is this record! Why have I been forgetting these records? T_t]

The ‘new memory’ that I had forgotten so far came to the surface.

Just as I suddenly remembered my childhood memories, I remembered them very long ago.

[Master! We must inform the master of this!]

Bahamut is appalled and calls down Jungdown through the Alpha.

* * *

“… what did you say, now? ”

[I remembered something I had forgotten a long time ago! I met a bunny once upon a time!]

Jungdown frowned upon Bahamut's words.

“Really? You've met a rabbit, not a stuffed rabbit in a witch's arms? ”

[Exactly! I must have met the rabbit and talked to him! I remember it just like it was yesterday!]

The past has changed! ’

I was convinced for a moment.

"The rabbit must have visited Bahamut in the past! ’

He pounces on Bahamut.

“What were you talking about? What did the rabbit say?”

[I'm here. Find me.]

Bahamut passes the rabbit's words along to Jungdown.

[You can forget everything else, so I asked you to remember this! Of course, I forgot the next day!]

It was natural to forget.

Bahamut did not understand the meaning of the rabbit's words that day.

In the beginning, the rabbit didn't even tell anyone who to tell.

Because he didn't even know it.

It was a vague word, so ‘Bahamut of the past’ soon forgot about it.

But now I feel like I know.

What was the intention of the rabbit.

Jungdown asked again.

“I'm here? Where did you meet the rabbit? ”

[Of course...]

Bahamut's answer was obvious.

Bahamut has only lived in one place since he was born or died.

Jungdown smiles and walks out of the magical warehouse.

“Let's go to the witch's house. ”

< Sacrifice……. Before it gets cold……. >

It was the Alpha that remained a fool to the end.

Jungdown nods.

“Okay, here's the deal. Have the golems carry the sacrifices onto the altar, and we'll go to the Witch's house. Is this okay?”

< Very well, just move it to the top of the altar and I'll take care of the rest. >

Jungdown summoned all the golems and ordered them to move the bodies of the fallen demons around the forest.

< You can open the gate and move to the battle, but the cost of the gate will reduce your life energy. >

“Yes. Let's take it from the very end, like I said. ”

[Glug...]

Jungdown immediately returned to the ruins of Harun with Rugal.

Rugal had no right to refuse in the first place.

From the moment I saw Lugal's tail tightened from the moment I saw him squeezing down at the Sweetfish that was biting off the spirits without pity.

But until the end, it was Rugal, the professional spirit of the helper.

[Glug. To get to the altar, you'll have to go through a lot of traps. No matter how hard you struggle...]

“Stairwell! Stairwell! ”

[…….]

In the hands of Jungdown, a large bridge was completed that quickly led to the tomb of Emperor Bamum.

The bridge for the golems was enormous.

And at the end.

“Clump of dirt! ”

Qajik!

[…….]

You ignore all the traps and drill a giant hole in the side of the ruins.

However, the figures that unfolded inside the hole were very ripe for my eyes.

“The traps I really set are still there? I feel weird.”

As expected, the dungeon beans and slugs were the main traps in Emperor Bamum's tomb.

And the complex maze walls were perfect.

“Could this be the case? ”

Loud.

[Wh-what!]

Luggal is stunned as he walks barefoot into the room.

Surprisingly, the traps at the ruins didn't attack downhill at all.

Of course. All the traps here were set by the Junk Down.

[Oh my goodness. What have you done in the past...?]

Lugal mutters with a silly expression.

“So where is the altar? ”

[…….]

I smiled brightly at him.

* * *

“I proclaim this place the Sixth Temple of the Dragon of Life! ”

< Requirement met. >

Flash!

It was the moment Harun was introduced into the new temple of life.

And then something happened to Rugal, who was the maid here.

Phew.

As the light gradually leaves Lugal's body, it begins to become more and more transparent.

As soon as I realized what it meant, I was surprised.

“What? Are you going up? ”

[Glug. I'm going to die. I should have died a long time ago, but now I can put everything down and follow my people.]

Luggal's face is somewhat dull.

[Heheh. I've been waiting for this moment forever, but it feels so refreshing. But... I kept my promise, so I did everything I could.]

“Keeping what promise? ”

Rugal smiles at the crooked Jungdown for the last time.

[Glug. You don't have to know.]

“ ……? ”

[Live your whole life wondering.]

Paaaaaah!

Lugal is so timid, he disappears with the light.

[…….]

“Alpha.”

< Yes. >

“Don't you need anything else from the temple? ”

< If the word Albasant means apostle or manager, we have a lot of life energy these days, so we can raise enough wolves. >

“Isn't that right?"

Jungdown places his hands on Harun's altar and says,

“Appoint a manager. ”

Manager Appointment (MASTER)

- Appoint a manager of the temple.

- It consumes life energy.

Just as the rabbit and Bahamut were appointed administrators, Jungdown recalled Lugal, who had become invisible.

“How are you going to get out of here alone? Come back, Luggal. ”

Flash!

[Grrrrr!? What are you doing!]

Rugal reappears, wrapped in golden energy.

I felt overwhelmed.

[I'm going to die! I'm taking a break!]

“No. Work.”

[No! I refuse to be the manager!]

< You do not have the right to object. Normally, your current personality would be too insignificant to maintain. >

[You scammers! Grrrrrrr! Knng!]

Rugal struggles desperately to escape the golden snare.

However, as opposed to his will, his shimmering silver fur gradually drips into golden light.

So in the end...

Rugal has become the world's first golden werewolf.

He muttered with a solemn expression.

“Well, Nurem? ”

[Glug! What a sight! Shame! Please don't look at me!]

Luggal is desperate for what he has become, and Alpha comforts him with all his heart.

< Nurung, I can relate to what it feels like, but I'm not dying either. >

[Don't call me that! You cheaters! Why are you doing this to me?]

< You should never be jealous. >

[That's it! Shit! Grrrrrrr!]

It was the Alpha who wanted to continue to die from the moment he met Jungdown, but the life span was growing metallurgically because of the life energy flowing through the sacrifice.

< Let's work together until we die. >

(Grunting)

* * *

Rugal, who had unwittingly become the manager, was entrusted with the sacrifice of demons in Harun.

It was ironic.

A little while ago, he kept the altar of the Apocalypse and offered sacrifices for the dragon of life.

[Glug. We'll see. I'll be useless if there's nothing else to do! I will resurrect the Dragon of Life today!]

Rugal grits his teeth ferociously while offering the sacrifice.

The Alpha was very satisfied with that.

Everything went smoothly.

More new religions, more talent.

The rebellion remained a little, but he was a new recruit who seemed to be doing a good job.

Wasn't he the first manager to raise such a fierce appetite for sacrifice?

The Supreme Administrator of the Temple is always doing other things.

“Gate open. ”

Pa!

Jungdown surrenders everything to Rugal, then returns to the Witch's house.

Then a large number of ghosts rushed into the fierce force.

[I'll take care of it.]

“No, I'll do it. You're in danger, so step back. ”

He steps forward and reaches out, restraining his downward movements.

“Scope Purification. ”

Paaaaaah!

[Khh!?]

Bahamut hurriedly retreats back as the dazzling light erupts.

Hundreds of ghosts are scattered to white ash in a single stroke.

For Bahamut, the Lich of Darkness, it was truly a sensational sight.

“Don't waste it. Clump of dirt.”

Jungdown reaches out for the dust of the scattered ghost.

Then a surprising thing happened.

Shwaak!

[……!]

With a steady palm, the dust of all the ghosts is absorbed.

In fact, the magical sight of Bahamut shook again.

[Oh my goodness. My Lord...!]

“Oh, that's efficient. Now it sucks like a vacuum without touching it. ”

Jungdown only smiles at the big phantom stone in his hand.

Bunch of Dirt (Advanced Level 1)

- Quickly put the dirt together.

One of the Sand Clay skill levels jumped from intermediate to advanced.

The book of the Apocalypse, rewarded by the world of shadows, pushed the limits once more.

Jungdown grumbles at Bahamut.

“Don't you ever want to resurrect the Dragon of Doom again? ”

[If the master wishes, I'd rather let him go. It's noisy these days.]

“No, I'm just saying. ”

I shook my head and tasted it again for no reason.

He looks serious and mutters to himself, looking inside the witch's house, quiet at the crack of dawn.

“Here we are, just like you said. Bunny, what do we do now? ”

The answer came from Bahamut.

[I remembered a new memory.]