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The demon, flung tens of ters, crashed into three pillars before slamming into the ground.
The shock wasnt absorbed by the tower; instead, it swayed in all directions. Stone shards rained down from the ceiling like morning dew in spring. Where the demon landed, dust billowed from the floor like mist.
Devourer walked slowly towards the mist.
The pace didnt seem hurried, with narrow strides indicating no rush. The hesitant steps didnt veer far from Devourers usual deanor, except for the firmly shut mouth, devoid of words or any apparent thought.
The complexion was dark. No, the absence of expressions made it appear erratic and dark.
Isnt the most terrifying expression a blank one?
As if proving that point, Devourers expression was so devoid of emotion it was chilling. It seed to have no thoughts at all, almost as if masked, making it difficult to decipher the hidden intentions.
Devourer, who approached the demon, slowly reached out his arm.
As Devourer reached out slowly, suddenly dozens of stakes shot up, piercing through its arm. The demon roared. Despite almost half its body bursting out, it had already regenerated to its original form.
Unperturbed, Devourer grabbed the demon.
Lifting up it briefly, Devourer struck it down forcefully onto the floor.
Crash! The area struck by the impact sank. Devourer lifted the demon again, striking the sa spot. Unable to withstand the two impacts, the floor gave way below. Holding onto the demon, Devourer dragged it several ters.
And once again, Devourer struck the demon.
As if flicking off moisture from his hand, Devourer lightly shook it off. Yet, the floor had several gaping holes. After a while of pounding, just as signs of the collapsing floor beca evident through the nurous holes, Devourer lifted the demon to check its condition.
Despite most of its body bursting and oozing brownish mucus onto the ground, the demons body continued to regenerate.
Endlessly.
With a slightly furrowed brow, Devourer, this ti, exerted considerable force, hurling the demon downwards. The surrounding floor made a series of sinking sounds. Six consecutive clattering noises. Given that it was thrown through the holes precisely, it likely slamd down to the first floor.
Once the tremors from the tower ceased, Devourer dusted off his hands. Silent, he stood for a few seconds before turning around. Only then did Devourer slowly step towards Renee. Walked. And then,
Above the gaping hole behind, a crimson light surged.
He halted his steps. Devourer furrowed his brow, scratching the back of his head. The expression was pleading. Disgusting, it seed to say.
From the hole where the demon was thrown, the demon rose again. This ti in a winged form. It had reduced in size from before, but the intensity of ominous aura had doubled. A huge mana flow surged in front of the demon.
It was magic. And not the standardized kind used by humans.
The unrefined, unpleasant mana condensed into a shape akin to the advanced magic [Black Elimination], yet the intensity seed incomparable.
Devourer could sowhat perceive what the demon was thinking. The demons magic didnt account for the aftermath. Thats why its called raw magic. If that unprocessed black sphere made of scraped energy from the tower were to be expelled, the entire area would beco a wasteland. It was an established fact.
Oh, I see.
Devourer turned back to look at the sphere.
You, the source of your power, was the towers mana.
Having realizedthere was no need to wait.
Devourer opened his mouth.
This, too, was instantaneous.
From Devourers face, a gaping, grotesque black mouth burst forth, revealing thousands of teeth towards the demon and its magic. Engulfing the demon, its magic, and a quarter of the tower.
Thus, the gaping maw devoured the things it touched without a sound.
The collapsed space within the gaping tower now filled with cold air. There was nothing, only the echo of wind hitting the walls.
Devourer turned back and walked towards Renee.
Renee.
Thats how the first breath was finally let out.
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Amidst the crumbling tower, only the two of them remained motionless.
Renee had buried her head between her knees in a crouching position. The warmth felt against her back was not false. Devourer, whom she longed to see so much, was sitting right behind, leaning against her.
I had so much to say when we finally t.
Devourer spoke.
But now that were here, my minds a blank canvas.
He continued.
If only I had written it down before we t.
.
Oh, right. I suddenly rembered sothing. On my way up here earlier, I encountered a green-haired human. I saw him and killed him, but there shouldnt be any issues or repercussions, right?
Speaking nothing but unadulterated truths, Devourer continued to express himself. There was a slight tremor in his voice, but Renee couldnt hear it.
.Haa.
Once again, silence settled.
From the crumbling ceiling, bits of stone fell sporadically. A small fragnt tapped Devourers shoulder. It felt almost as if urging for a proper conversation. Devourer flinched.
Renee.
Im listening, Mr Devourer.
This ti, there was a sowhat solemn tone. A low voice lingered in the air. Finally, from Renees parched throat, a dry voice erged.
Im sorry for what happened a few days ago.
Renee is no longer qualified to see Mr Devourer.
The Ancient Core needs a Gatekeeper nad Renee, and I need you, Renee.
Renee is not confident that she can live up to those expectations.
Once again, silence passed between them.
Mr Devourer.
Im listening.
Mr Devourer, do you resent Renee?
I dont.
Mr Devourer, do you dislike Renee?
I dont dislike you.
Renee is
The words trailed off. rely clasping her hands tightly, her body trembled. This ti, a ceiling fragnt that had fallen from above grazed Renees wrist, causing droplets of blood.
Renee is scared.
Scared of being abandoned, scared of being hated.
Giving love alone and expecting alone. Enduring and enduring alone, unable to endure it anymore, causing harm to everyone, and then being afraid again. Scared of being abandoned, scared of being hated.
Lets go back, Renee.
And Devourer extended a hand.
Devourer was always like that.
The ceiling reverberated loudly. It was a sign that the tower would soon collapse. Devourer slowly stood up from his position. He rummaged for sothing.
The familiar sound of tal clanging on the ground, the sound of tearing, Renee also lifted her lowered head.
This was sothing you left behind. And
Though not visible, within the hesitation,
Devourer slowly began to speak.
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Hey, Boss, youre here already? Ive been waiting so long for you. What? Are you serious? Did you co here dancing madly from Hastin? What on earth did you do to make the ground tremble like this?
Patrick, theres always an exception in a monsters life.
Boss, do you rember the one who said, Patrick, lets not ss with Hastin? The one who was strict, solemn, and serious?
The weathers nice.
Oh, co on, seriously.
Patrick covered his temples with both hands as the headache hit him. He recalled the snippet Devourer ntioned a few days ago, If things go wrong, Ill tear everything down and co back. Was that possibly a foreshadowing? Considering Devourer either lives without much thought or is a cunning planner, it seed like the forr with a three-digit probability.
Well, aside from that.
Patrick refrained from speaking further. The atmosphere wasnt very conducive to flipping the dungeon upside down. Devourer had left the house just a day ago and had already returned. He answered questions in a playful manner, but there wasnt much strength in his voice.
The mysterious earthquake that occurred in Hastin was undoubtedly caused by the Boss unlocking the Polymorph.
Sothing significant must have happened in that short ti.
Boss, did you have nothing to do with it?
Nothing well, Patrick, did sothing happen to you?
Oh, ? Nothing happened.
Thats good. Actually, nothing happened to either.
Really? Um, Boss, hows your conscience? Should I ntion that the person who went to find Renee is saying that nothing unusual happened?
He said it this way, but it probably wasnt entirely true. Patricks intuition said so, and it was most likely a rhetorical question. Patrick rolled his eyes, wiping down Tannabella.
Firstly, he was most concerned about the unknown creature Devourer had brought earlier. It seed substantial judging by how they carried it.
Why did you bring that?
Its a bit of a long story.
Unsatisfied with the answer, Patrick got up to inspect it. Up close, it seed to be a demonnot an ordinary one. It seed more like a demon lord, with horns and fangsa being that could be considered close to a demon king, soaked in various hues, and young. This might an it was so influential that it couldnt even hold an inauguration ceremony as a rulerhmm, thought Patrick, noticing nurous traces of injuries.
Wait, Boss, did you kidnapping?
Would I do sothing troubleso like that
Listening to you, it seems so.
Once again, making it all sound acceptable.
As a gesture of astonishnt, Patrick tapped his skull. Thud! A clear sound echoed.
Okay, enough with the jokes.
So, Boss. Why did you use healing magic on this demon?
Thats the crux. Traces of healing magic lingered on the demon lord.
Not just ordinary healing magic, but traces of eerie healing. The demons body was filled with mana that wasnt its own but soone elses. It was evident that a colossal amount of mana, not the demons inherent mana, had been forcibly infused.
And there arent many who can forcibly inject such an enormous amount of mana at once.
Boss, did you use healing magic on this demon?
Its not about reproach, just pure curiosity.
Devourer had been repeatedly advised not to use magic. Devourer naturally knew the reason.
Mana is dynamic and reflux in Devourers body.
Supplenting the body with mana aids in healing and regeneration. This is the basic principle of healing magic. If turbulent, surging mana is forcibly injected, it could cause the body to explode. Its a gamble. It could either beco a Cure or a Catastrophe, no one can guarantee.
Devourer probably knew these facts as well.
Even if I left it alone, it would have died. It was urgent.
Fine, understood. Just dont do this again, Boss. Using it as an alternative to destruction against enemies is fine, but not this.
Lets not delve too deep into it. Patrick, thinking so, soon acquiesced. Ultimately, it was a success. They succeeded remarkably using that dynamic mana. Its truly impressive in monts like these.
Well, whatever youve brought back with a whim, lets discuss it later.
Saying so, Patrick ended the conversation. It wouldnt be polite to decide the disposal of the one who collapsed in front of them without consciousness. Besides, deciding now doesnt an imdiate action. Patricks choice was silence. It wasnt just silence but a silence ant to extract sothing
Patrick.
As expected, Devourer, who had been tossing and turning, subtly initiated the conversation.
I t Renee in the human village.
You did et her, after all.
So, what happened? They dont ask the sa question. If it ended well, they would have co back together. But currently, Renee isnt present at the Core.
Theres no reprimanding here. They dont inquire about the circumstances. DevourerBoss doesnt think, not because they lack thoughts, but because the current situation is the result brought back by the Boss, and Patrick rely respects that.
Is she hurt?
She seed exhausted.
After a sigh, Devourer added.
Patrick, perhaps weve been constraining Renees life.
If it were, you could simply say so without being so poetic.
Annoying.
Thats incredibly constraining.
Stop it
Nevertheless, the denial in the end felt sowhat suspiciously sympathetic.
Now, you have to wear a maids outfit and manage the dungeon
Are you planning to hire two Gatekeepers?
Saying so gave Patrick shivered. If he had skin, hed have goosebumps. He ntally visualized himself in a maids outfit, stirred by a mix of guilt and horror.
So, what are your plans now?
What else can I do?
Even though Renee is gone, it doesnt an the Core will collapse. Frankly, the Core will return even without Renee. It has to return. Humans should not set foot at the Cores end.
Until all 116 Black Tentacles regenerate, guard the three forks and the entrance to Route 4. Once theyve all healed, break down two paths to create one.
Are you not going to fill Renees place?
Keep it empty. We dont know when shell return.
If the Boss says so.
It was strategically the worst move, but when the dungeons boss commands, one must act.
It was silent. The Core without Renee was strangely silent. Even though Renee wasnt usually talkative, it was odd how her absence made it so chilly. But still, the core continued to function.
Even during the hundreds of years without Renee, the core continued to function perfectly. Though it might have been exhausting and lancholic for a long ti, eventually, it would be forgotten. Devourer isnt a creature that lives for just a few decades and then dies.
The colossal figure, the owner of the dungeon, rolled a few tis and then settled into a position. Patrick also got up silently from his place. Leaving Devourer in this state was the best course of action.
There might not be any more conversation. Patrick walked towards the three forks.
And then, Patricks footsteps halted.
Boss.
Boss?
Keep talking.
Theyve arrived.
Who?
Who else?
The silhouette slowly approaching in the darkness
The one Boss has been waiting for the most.
Wearing the usual attire, with the sa voice and expressionno, with a slightly happier expression, traces of unshed tears, and a slightly more hesitant gait.
Mr Devourer, have you had your al?
She repeated the usual question.
If you havent, shall I prepare it now?
Renee Rello smiled.
Only then did Patrick face Devourer directly. Then he looked at Renee. He turned his head again to look at Devourer.
To offer that. Is she in her right mind? Or is she in her right mind enough to offer
Was that sincere.
He muttered faintly.
Renee, your right eye. Its completely damaged.
If I could see properly, would I have been able to distinguish the truth?
That statent you made back then. If Im still holding onto that feeling.
Anyti you want.
Next ti, bring a real love stone.
Lying beside the sharp fangs was a black eyeball.
Its vividly visible now. The flow of mana, the stars in the sky, and even Devourers figure, all appear much clearer than they did before.
A smile ford on the maid with the sa right eye as an ancient monster.
Its really with Mr Devourer, indeed.
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