I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents Chapter [NaN]:

Choosing to stay behind when the opportunity to escape safely presented itself was a decision anyone would deem foolish.

Even though they might have tried to dissuade , the expedition mbers respected my choice and prepared to leave.

Their sense of camaraderie alone wasn’t enough reason to stay in such a dangerous place, and, after all, they too had hos and families they needed to protect, so they wanted to avoid unnecessary risk.

“…Sorry, everyone. I can’t go back with you.”

“No, Hero, I’m sure you have your reasons.”

Sanson, representing the expedition, showed respect and a hint of bitterness.

As he stood at the exit and looked up at the residence of the Pope, there was a vague sense of concern in his gaze.

“But before we part, may I ask you one thing?”

That worry was no doubt directed at the girl who had entered there ahead of us.

The question made pause, my steps halting as I turned my head toward him.

“About Flang’s power… Did you already know about her true identity, Hero?”

Co to think of it, he had likely seen the extent of her power when I lost consciousness.

Seeing all the grotesque creatures slaughtered by that small body, he probably couldn’t even imagine following her into such danger.

“I’ll explain when I get back.”

And I too realized, seeing where she had gone, that I couldn’t stand by her side.

The reason I stayed here was purely because Airi’s guidance led into this city.

Although I couldn’t be sure if it would lead to that girl, the vague certainty that I had to follow the note’s guidance was all that moved now.

“…Yes, then we’ll see you at the capital.”

With that, the expedition mbers wished luck as they set off in their carriage, leaving behind.

After turning my back on them, I entered the city and unfolded the note Airi had left .

[The future I predicted was that the entire expedition would safely escape the fallen sanctuary and return to the Empire.]

The first line implied that I, too, would have left this city with the others.

This suggested that I had now deviated from that prophecy, but below it, the note contained a much longer ssage.

[However, due to the events that took place there, the transcendent being who was with you may have had a whim. I’m sure you, Hyo-sung, are more aware of this as you read this note.]

Indeed, Flang could be called a transcendent, and I hadn’t expected her actions to unfold this way.

Airi’s predictions were always vulnerable to whims brought about by a transcendent’s intervention.

The note was written considering the possibility that the future I was supposed to follow might change due to Flang’s whims.

[If the intended prophecy has really changed… Personally, I would advise you to imdiately destroy this note and leave that place quickly. The future with a transcendent’s intervention is an ‘unknown territory’ that no one can predict.]

[However, I hope you will continue your mission as a savior. My duty, as soone who is supposed to assist you, is not to impose absolute safety or danger, but to provide you with choices.]

Whether to choose safety or to pursue the path of a savior despite the risk.

Realizing I had two choices now that the future had changed, I swallowed dryly and turned to the next page.

[Considering the twisted future, I will give you two choices.]

[If you don’t want to take the risk, please return to the capital with the expedition. Although you won’t all return together, this alone will ensure the safety of both the expedition and you.]

The first choice was a strong temptation for .

I couldn’t handle the problems that had arisen here on my own, and although I was worried about Flang, who had entered this place for so reason, her power was beyond what I could match.

Moreover, Airi, who left this note, was about to give birth.

We were scheduled to get married, and entering a death trap while leaving that future behind would inevitably test many things.

But…

[However, if you still choose to pursue your mission despite not knowing what awaits ahead…]

If she offered an alternative choice, I had to at least see what it entailed.

[Enter the location specified in this note, and at the destination, et a certain person. Hearing their story will greatly influence your next course of action.]

“…A survivor?”

A survivor. That was the first thought that ca to mind after reading that phrase.

If I were to et soone and hear their story, it could imply that there were still people alive in this city, now overrun by grotesque creatures.

Whether such a survivor could truly exist in this city was uncertain, but if Airi’s prophecy ntioned it, there had to be so basis for it.

[After hearing their story, I leave it up to you to decide what to do next. Please, return safely…]

I had various other questions, but the note did not contain any further advice.

Ultimately, I realized that the final decision was mine to make, and I quietly moved my gaze forward.

Following the map, I arrived at an entrance leading to the sewers running through the city.

The place where rainwater and wastewater flowed was the darkest part of this sacred land.

-Kiyaoaa! Kyaoaahh!

At that mont, a fierce scream echoed from the residence of the Pope.

As the shadows of hidden grotesque creatures once again filled the streets, a growing sense of urgency began to arise in my heart.

I thought it would indeed be difficult to survive in this city alone, and I wondered if the girl who entered the residence of the Pope alone was safe.

“…Whatever the case, I have to go.”

But this, too, was a risk I had to endure to beco the savior she spoke of.

Suppressing such conflicts, I stepped into the entrance of the sewer.

With a vague hope that the girl who had left would be safe, and that everything would work out in the end.

-Squelch, squelch.

As expected, the lower parts of the sewer were filled with a dark, damp atmosphere.

The stagnant water in the channels emitted the sticky, foul sensation of filth, and the scent of blood in the air suggested it ca from living beings.

Suppressing my discomfort, I summoned a weapon inscribed with runes, illuminating my way with its light as I proceeded further down the sewer.

After a while…

-Kaaahhh!

I flinched, and my body stiffened at the scream coming from the other side.

As I raised my light-emitting weapon, I saw sothing crash its head into the wall as it erged from the corner.

-Thud, thud!

The grotesque creature repeatedly slamd its large body into the wall.

Like the creatures I had encountered before, it had the form of a beast, but its body was covered in sothing more like feathers than fur.

More like a bird than a beast… A crow?

-Kyaaoh! Aaaah!

As I raised my guard and aid my weapon, the creature’s gaze gradually shifted toward , sensing the light.

From the center of its feather-covered head, blood-red tears flowed, and its beak was sharper than the sword in my hand.

The saliva dripping from the deford teeth inside its beak indicated that what it felt towards was hunger.

-Kaa, kaaah…

The creature, having noticed , took an unsteady step forward with its twisted feet.

Damn, hoping the sewers would be safe was a mistake.

I wanted to avoid a fight if possible, but there was no choice. As I imbued my weapon with mana and prepared for battle, a voice erged from the creature’s beak.

“Fa… miliar.”

The voice that escaped from the creature’s twisted beak wasn’t a re beast’s cry.

It was intelligible speech.

“Familiar… scent…”

What? Could it be a creature retaining consciousness?

No, even if it retained consciousness, that didn’t necessarily an it wasn’t hostile.

So I had to keep my guard up and observe as the crow-like creature, crouching on the ground, began to exert force on its body.

“Agh, ahhh…!”

With a painful groan, its body began to change gradually.

The body, which was twice my size, shrank rapidly with a crunching sound until it was the size of an adult man.

The feathers that covered it disappeared as if they were sinking into its skin, leaving behind pale, colorless flesh.

“Heugh, heugh.”

Finally, the grotesque creature that had reverted to human form looked up at , breathing heavily.

Confirming that a creature had reverted to a person—a situation I hadn’t anticipated—was disorienting.

“Hey, can you hear ? Hey!”

Still wary of potential danger, I demanded an answer while standing in place, and the man began to slowly lift his fallen body towards .

“A familiar voice… I wondered who it was, and it turns out it was you?”

“Wait, you are…?”

“Haha. I didn’t an to, but I’ve shown you an unsightly appearance.”

The man lifted his head with a burst of laughter.

Though soaked in sweat and blood, his face was familiar to .

Although I hadn’t t him many tis, every encounter had left a striking impression… because he was a vampire.

“It’s been a while, young man. Have you been well?”

Virgil Huntress.

A notorious fugitive and vampire in the Empire.

“Mr. Virgil, why on earth…?”

Why was he here, and why had he taken the form of a grotesque creature, thrashing about in the sewers?

In response to my bewildernt, he chuckled nonchalantly and replied.

“It’s nothing much. I was investigating so personal matters… and ended up getting severely beaten.”

“Beaten… here?”

“Living a long life isn’t always a good thing. My thoughts have beco rigid… and I was slow to react to an unexpected counterattack.”

Virgil spat blood from his mouth and glanced down at his hand.

Noticing the feathers sprouting from it, he gave a wry smile and directed his weary gaze towards .

“Isn’t it funny? A noble of the night, claiming to be noble and beautiful, reduced to rolling in filth, abandoned in the depths of the underground.”

Even while facing , his body convulsed.

The crunching sounds from various parts of his body indicated that he was consciously suppressing the transformation back to his grotesque form.

Though he recognized and temporarily regained so sanity, he was on the brink of reverting at any mont.

“Anyway… why are you here?”

Despite his deteriorating state, he looked at directly.

Even though he knew he might fall back into that grotesque form and never return to normal…

“You’ve likely seen what has happened in this city… So, why don’t you forget about this place and go in search of your love?”

Struggling to maintain control over himself, he waited for my answer, his expression filled with anguish.

Before him, I quietly took out the note and compared its contents with the person before , speaking softly.

“…There is sothing I want to hear from you.”

“From , you say?”

“Yes, anything.”

The note clearly referred to him.

Though it was a stretch to call him a survivor, as I initially thought, he was the only being in this land with whom I could communicate.

“Haha, I see… Following the words of that fortune teller girl, you’ve co to hear this old man’s last words.”

And he, too, seed to grasp the situation, seeing the note in my hand.

Then, turning his back to , he began to walk down the dark corridor with trembling steps.

“This isn’t a good place for a conversation… Follow ; I’ll answer your questions.”

Despite his trembling as if he could collapse at any mont, his steps were unwavering in direction.

Before following him, I exhaled a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and asked him the most pressing question.

“…Who?”

Why had the people in the sanctuary all turned into grotesque creatures, and what connection did the vampires and beastn have with this place?

And why had he ventured into this place, only to end up in such a wretched state?

“Do you know who is behind all of this?”

I asked, hoping to confirm the mastermind behind it all.