At that ti, no one who had entered the Goblin King's castle had ever seen the Goblin King.
This was due to the impassable section known as the "Infinite Wave".
‘Despite that, everyone knew the boss of the castle was the Goblin King.’
It was likely because of the systematic layout.
However, since no one had ever passed through the wide hall where the Infinite Wave occurred, no one had made it to the boss room.
‘The number of goblins in this Infinite Wave was around...’
Quite a lot—over 3,000. While each goblin was weak, it was no easy feat because even without the infinite elent, each wave had 100 goblins.
‘In the original story, clearing this section needed a significant amount of ti and potions.’
I opened my inventory, after scanning the green fog, and took out the healing potions I had prepared in advance.
“Zain, Troy. Take these.”
“A healing potion? Master? Why are you giving us sothing so precious all of a sudden?”
Zain accepted the potion, his eyes shining. Even as he tucked it into his coat, his gaze was questioning.
“I’m not giving it to you to sell, so don’t get any ideas. Just keep it—you might need it.”
“…Hmm. I see. That’s a sha.”
“Were you seriously going to sell it?”
"Well..."
Although Zain didn’t know the specifics of our location being a dungeon, he easily accepted the potion since it was clear that this place was filled with monsters.
Troy, on the other hand, accepted the potion with quiet gratitude.
“Here, take one.”
I handed another to Terdius.
He probably didn’t need it, but since I was giving them to Zain and Troy, it only seed fair.
Terdius shook his head.
“No, I’m fine. There’s no way I’d get hurt in a place like this.”
“Ah…well, if you’re so sure about it.”
Should I call that confidence or arrogance?
Either way, fine by . I wasn’t gonna push the guy who said he doesn’t need it. I simply returned the unused potion to my inventory.
In fact, with this party—Zain, Troy, and Terdius—healing potions probably weren’t necessary. They were all reliable.
‘But still, you never know...’
There was no telling when a variable would co up in a hidden route so I wanted so sort of fallback.
-Child, be careful. I have a bad feeling about this.
‘I understand.’
I replied silently, gripping my mace tightly.
The green fog thickened throughout the hall.
“Everyone, be careful.”
I warned my companions in a soft voice. As I spoke, the silhouettes of goblins began erging from the fog.
Dozens of similar looking goblins appeared, each ard with different weapons. Their numbers matched the ga—around a hundred.
“Krrrrr-”
“Kirik.”
With their strange howls filling the air, my companions and I rushed forward.
Fianlly, the Infinite Wave had begun.
***
Two hours earlier.
Diego Church Cathedral, Central Castle Library.
In the library that housed countless books from across the Continent,
only one person was present.
By the window, basking in the warm sunlight, sat Rawin, the Seventh Apostle of the Diego Church.
He despised interruptions during his reading ti more than anything, and whenever he entered the library, others left voluntarily.
The only sound breaking the silence was the gentle rustle of turning pages.
Yet Rawin couldn’t focus. The words on the pages blurred as thoughts about his friend consud him.
‘…What should I do?’
He definitely ntioned the Kyros Church. That strange religion. What thod could he use to pull his friend out of it?
The question nagged at him relentlessly.
‘How on earth did Leviathan even get involved in such a bizarre faith?’
Of course, he had the thought. Leviathan wasn’t rely involved—he was the leader of the Kyros Church. He had founded it himself.
‘Did he need money?’
It has to be cult since it worships a non-existent god. That was Rawin’s conclusion.
‘…If it’s just a matter of money, I can do sothing about that.’
Rawin began calculating his wealth ntally.
As one of the seven apostles of the Diego Church, his inco was substantial—far exceeding the allowance of most nobles.
So he could easily give him as much money as a small, obscure religion’s leader earned.
If Leviathan had considered converting to the Diego Church, he could have recomnded him for a priestly position—or even a bishop position.
‘After all, with my recomndation, becoming a bishop wouldn’t be out of reach.’
There might be opposition, but with the recomndation of an apostle, reaching that level was entirely possible.
‘So now, all that’s left is persuading him.
‘If all my dear friend, Leviathan, wanted was money, he would have more than enough.’
As Rawin pondered this, a slight smile played on his lips. But then–
He felt a trendous energy sweep past him in an instant.
‘This energy…’
It was unmistakable. The Third Apostle, Terdius. Recognizing the source, Rawin turned his head and checked the direction Terdius was headed at high speed.
All he was able to see was Terdius heading toward Mount Quieron.
‘....Huh? Why is the Third Apostle heading to Mount Quieron?’
He was moving quickly, and sothing felt off. The only notable location on Mount Quieron was the Goblin King's castle.
Yet, the Third Apostle, who had never shown any interest in the Goblin King’s castle, was suddenly heading there.
‘What’s going on?’
Sothing about Terdius’s behavior felt particularly unsettling today. Rawin closed the book he had been reading and opened the window.
‘I guess I’ll have to follow him.’
And so, Rawin leapt out the window.
***
“Huff, huff.”
“Huff…”
In the vast hall, only the sound of labored breathing could be heard. We had killed roughly 1,500 goblins so far.
‘Are we halfway through this now?’
For the past hour, goblins had been swarming us non-stop.
Even though the wave was called "infinite
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