“.......”
Killing intent perated the air. Behind Reed, a black shadow spread like the door to a hellish battlefield.
It seed that the tense eting had ended here. Now, it was ti to act in a manner befitting of an enemy.
Tesilid, under pressure, calmly assessed the situation.
It was impossible to win while holding the Holy Sword here. However, if he were to wield the cursed sword, all the efforts so far would go to waste. In that case...
‘The only option is to evade the danger.’
No sooner had he made up his mind than the battle began.
Swords made of hellish black flas, and others made of pure white light clashed.
The two armies collided violently.
With a grand explosion, a gust of wind whipped through. Books scattered wildly, and debris from the broken floor rose to obscure the vision.
The view was clouded by yellow dust. Reed focused on sothing other than sight.
Sharp senses honed by Reed caught a presence.
At that mont, he tried to pierce through with a dozen black aura blades.
Tesilid slamd his feet against the ground at full speed. His destination was the dungeon gate, which was slowly fading away.
A few black aura blades missed their interception.
They chased Tesilid and burrowed into the gate.
Aura blades slashed across his shoulders and arms. However, they failed to seize his ankles.
Tesilid, leaving a trail of blood, disappeared completely beyond the gate.
“.......”
Reed, left behind, stood motionless in place.
He only stared at the closing gate, with no intention of following.
“Foolish.”
The closed dungeon disintegrated and flowed toward the demon realm’s trash heap.
Escaping from there would take months, even for Reed.
So, he didn’t pursue.
He had matters to prepare.
Reed dispersed the aura blades and erased them.
Then, he looked up at the starry sky and muttered quietly.
“......Two of them have already inford of my failure. I must try harder.”
He began to refine his plan to destroy the world and save soone.
The blind spots of the original story were widening.
After about twelve or so hours of pilgrimage, the ‘Pilgrim’s Path’ dungeon was in a region battered by blizzards.
When he first entered the dungeon, he worried greatly about how to survive 40 days in such a harsh environnt.
He had no doubt that he would freeze to death as soon as he fell asleep at night.
‘Camping gear in my inventory wouldn’t be enough, would it? Should I be building igloos every night?’
Dragging the heavy cross and covering the daily travel distance was tough. Would it even be possible?
He seriously pondered this, but fortunately, it turned out to be a problem he didn’t need to worry about.
Safety zones were installed throughout the path, helping with survival.
Crackling.
Inside the safety zone, there was a roaring campfire and a small but sturdy tent.
It was a small base camp, about 3 ters in diater.
Inside, it felt like a barrier had been placed, safe from the blizzard, and there was even a bit of warmth.
Thud.
Finally, he managed to enter the base camp zone with the cross on his back.
Out of breath, he slumped down and said:
“Ha, ha... huff... I’ve barely made it... almost died...”
Though he had undergone intense endurance training, the instructor to comnd his efforts was nowhere to be found.
He pushed the feeling of loneliness aside and gathered the remaining strength he had.
He hung a pot over the campfire and filled it with snow.
Since snow was everywhere, he planned to gather water without using up the resources in his inventory.
“Ah, hot, hot.” [‘The Word of Constructing Worlds’ advises you to be careful not to burn your tongue.] “Yes, Word of the Deity.”
He carefully drank the purified water, warming his insides.
Exhaling, he looked up at the sky, where snowflakes swirled around, scattering in all directions.
During his forced march, he had to stay focused so as not to lose his way in the blizzard, leaving him no ti for idle thoughts.
Only when he took a break did his mind start to wander.
Thoughts inevitably brought worries.
The first thought that ca to his mind was:
“I wonder if Tesilid is okay...?”
It was a question thrown with the small hope for so comfort from the gods.
But he never expected a aningful answer.
[‘The Scales That Judge Souls’ asks why you didn’t ask him directly.] “Huh? Directly...?” “Ah!”
Thanks to the ssage from the Scales, a sudden realization struck him.
“That’s right! That’s it!”
He and Tesilid shared an inventory. Using that, they could exchange ssages like notes to check on each other!
He imdiately dug through his inventory and took out writing tools.
Opening the notebook, the map of the labyrinth he had drawn during the hunt for Anaxia ca into view.
Flipping to the next page to make a new note, he saw it.
“...Ah.”
A sentence appeared on an otherwise blank page, written in neat handwriting.
I’m safe. What about you?
Tesilid had thought of using their shared inventory to exchange written ssages and had already taken the initiative to do so.
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“Safe, huh. That’s a relief...”
He stared at his handwriting for a while, feeling a lump in his throat, before pulling himself together.
That wasn’t all Tesilid had written.
After checking if he had replied, he seed to have added another ssage.
Thus, the most recent update on Tesilid’s situation was:
I fell into the demon realm’s trash heap.
“What?! You said you were safe!”
He wrote frantically, his handwriting hurried, reflecting his anxious state.
What happened? Did you get sucked in when we closed the dungeon after defeating Leviathan? How long has it been since you got pulled in?
After putting the notebook back into his inventory, he realized that he hadn’t ntioned anything about his own situation.
Realizing his mistake, he tried to add another line, but as if waiting, the notebook disappeared from his inventory.
Then, it ca back.
He hastily opened the final page, and there was Tesilid’s reply.
It’s a different dungeon. I entered the ‘Eternal Grand Library’ dungeon to figure out where you are, but I had a small problem. I’ll explain in person later.
There are survival supplies in my inventory, so I can hold out.
I’m still safe, so don’t worry about .
I’d like to hear about your situation too.
Relieved, he wrote a reply in a more composed manner.
I’ve ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) entered the ‘Pilgrim’s Path’ dungeon. I passed out for a full day, then walked for 15 hours, and now I’m resting.
I’ll need to complete the 40-day pilgrimage course to leave, so I think it’ll take about 16 days in real ti.
The reply ca quickly.
That’s a relief. I’ll try to get out of the demon realm’s trash heap around that ti.
You must be exhausted after walking for 15 hours. Get so rest. Don’t write back.
“What? Already stopping?”
He wanted to continue writing back, but seeing Tesilid cut the conversation off so suddenly made him think of many things.
Was he really concerned about his physical well-being?
Or had sothing urgent happened, preventing him from replying?
Or perhaps...
[‘The Bitter Speaker Who Adjusts the Balance’ says it seems like Tesilid, being an elder, simply dislikes ssenger chats.]
He jumped up suddenly and yelled.
“Tesilid isn’t that old yet!” [‘The Bitter Speaker Who Adjusts the Balance’ says that’s just your opinion.]
[‘The Eye Watching the Chaos of the Universe’ gives you a pitying look while chewing on a carrot.]
[‘The Word of Constructing Worlds’ glances at the ‘Secret Leaks Inspector,’ who is observing with a sideways glance, and clears their throat.]
“...What is it, even the Deities now?”
In the midst of the mysterious reactions from the gods, he sat back down.
He had no strength left to complain.
He picked up the pen and hesitated for a long ti. Tesilid had asked him not to reply, but he couldn’t bring himself to ignore it.
In one short sentence, he decided to end it.
Scratch, scratch.
The pen tip slid across the paper.
After waiting for the ink to dry, he closed the notebook and placed it in his inventory. Once again, the notebook vanished in an instant.
‘He told not to reply, but he checks for replies so diligently.’
He waited eagerly for the notebook to return to his inventory.
Unlike before, it took quite a while before the notebook ca back.
Expecting his response, he opened the final page.
“Hmm?”
There was no ssage from Tesilid.
But that wasn’t all.
The page with his last ssage was neatly torn out.
[‘The Bitter Speaker Who Adjusts the Balance’ laughs, claiming that you’ve been read and ignored, and your conversation has been deleted.]
“...Seriously. Stop with the malicious interpretation.” [‘The Bitter Speaker Who Adjusts the Balance’ claims it’s just a calm interpretation.]
“Fine. I’m going to sleep.”
He muttered as he crawled into the tent to avoid the balance god who was teasing him.
Sleep quickly overtook him, and he drifted into a deep slumber.
Privilege for the Transmigrator.
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