I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game Chapter 120

I dread.

- Long ti no see, bro!

ssages were piling up.

- Youve beco quite famous while I was away, huh?

ssages, were piling up.

- Listen, bro. I have surgery coming up...

ssages.

- Can you just tell to hang in there?

Were piling up.

***

Gasp!

My eyes shot open.

Huff, huff!

I sat up abruptly, my entire body drenched in cold sweat. I wiped my sweat away, breathing heavily.

Was that... a dream...

It must be around dawn... Its hard to tell ti in this dungeon below the lake, without sunlight.

I took out a pocket watch. 5 a.m. Its still early.

Your Majesty?

I heard a voice and turned to see Junior was awake.

She leaned against the beds headboard, puffing on a pipe.

Smoke lazily billowed from the pipe. A faint sll of herbs lingered.

Are you okay, Your Majesty? Are you hurt anywhere?

Ah, uh... No. Im fine.

Seeing soone else awake, I was relieved and gave a small smile.

Why arent you sleeping?

I woke up because of a short nap.

Junior, pulling the pipe out of her mouth, asked with a worried look.

Are you alright, Your Majesty? You seed distressed. Did you have a nightmare?

...

After wiping the sweat off my forehead, I let out a small sigh.

Theres sothing I regret.

...

And I think thats why I often dream about it.

Junior gave a bitter smile.

A lot of people say that.

A lot of people? Do others feel the sa way?

I often do.

Junior shrugged her shoulders.

I think its because I have a lot of regrets. I frequently have nightmares.

...

I wonder what kind of nightmares Junior has.

Does she dream about the day her village burned down 15 years ago?

Everyone else is sleeping soundly.

When I turned around, it was indeed true.

Evangeline was snoring and scratching her belly, Lucas was sleeping stiffly at attention, and Damien was so quiet, he didnt even seem to be breathing. Hey, are you alive?

When you wake up from a nightmare alone, its scary.

Junior looked around at our party mbers, a thin smile on her face.

But when were all together like this, Im not that worried. Just hearing the others breathe is reassuring.

Ha-ha, should we camp out more often?

He-he. That sounds good. ...However, next ti.

As she looked at the peaceful scene of our party mbers sleeping, Junior calmly voiced her wish.

I hope its not in a dungeon but at a nice picnic spot with a good view.

...That would be nice.

I hope that day cos soon.

Just then.

Bam!

Your Majesty!

Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, and soone rushed in.

Im sorry, Your Majesty. I think you need to wake up!

A tall man wearing a jackal mask.

It was the Jackal, the owner of this Colosseum.

The startled party mbers began to wake up one by one. I quickly got up and asked,

Whats going on? What happened?

Its an enemy raid.

Reluctantly, the Jackal gave the dire news.

...The vampires are attacking.

My eyes widened.

The Jackal grimaced.

I guess Bernato wasnt lying after all.

The vampire we killed yesterday, Bernato, clearly said,

- I am a family mber of the great Nosferatu Lord Celendion! For daring to lay a hand on and making like this, the Lord will surely judge you...

He wasnt lying.

Celendions kin had indeed stord here for imdiate revenge.

***

Boom!

Gugung!

The building faintly vibrated.

The Colosseum was under attack.

The Frost Ghouls, rushing in like waves and surrounding the Colosseum, let out a monstrous roar as they charged.

In between them, reinforced Ghouls and Fallen Bloods sporadically strengthened the assault.

Kyeeek!

Kyaaaaak-!

On the Colosseums side, giant monsters he had been breeding inside were retaliating.

The giant beasts that had rushed out of the Colosseums gates roared mightily and tore through the attackers.

The Goblin God swung its eight arms, the Fallen Dragons spewed fire.

The Frost Giants swung their enormous spears.

Bang! Kwagwang...!

War between monsters.

My party mbers and I gaped at the spectacle before us.

Honestly, I thought the vampire brat we killed yesterday was so pathetic...

I never imagined hed go to these lengths for revenge. I knew little about vampire solidarity, but this was an unexpected display.

"No matter how much they claim to be part of the commanders direct forces, this is my turf."

Jackal asserted confidently.

"They wont break through easily. Ill give them a taste of bitter defeat."

"Are you sure youll be okay, Jackal?"

"Of course, Your Majesty. Ive experienced far more challenging situations. I didnt beco the Gladiator King easily."

Jackal glowed with a fierce gaze, his entire body brimming with a fighters spirit befitting the Gladiator King.

"But the battle could escalate at any mont, so it would be best if you all retreated through the underground passage."

He was right. If we got caught up in that battle, wed surely be reduced to bones.

My party mbers and I quickly prepared and gathered at the manhole in the center of the Colosseum.

Jackal himself opened the manhole cover.

"Your Majesty, youve already conquered this place. The Path of the Overlord will be open in the opposite direction."

"Thank you, Jackal."

"No need for thanks. Your Majesty."

Kung, Koo Goo Goo Goo...

Kwa Gwa Gwa Gwang!

The sounds of battle outside the Colosseum grew louder.

"Now, hurry along! I can only fight freely when youre safe."

Jackal urged, and my party mbers one by one forced their bodies into the vertical passage.

When I finally stepped into the passage, Jackal, who had lifted the manhole cover, whispered.

"Your Majesty."

"Hmm?"

"Thank you for rembering the na of an insignificant man like . Your words were my salvation."

Staring blankly at Jackal,

"...Hey, Jackal."

I curled the corners of my mouth into a grin.

"When you say stuff like that, it feels like youre going to die. Be careful in the future."

"Hahaha! I was speaking sincerely, but maybe the atmosphere got a bit heavy?"

Underneath his mask, a bright smile was visible.

"I hope to see you again, Your Majesty. Next ti, I hope I can treat you more leisurely."

"Id love a more leisurely treatnt too. See you next ti."

"Yes. Oh, and this is a small token of my gratitude."

Jackal pulled out a pouch and placed it in my hand.

"I look forward to seeing you again, Your Majesty. May fortune favor you."

Kung.

The manhole cover closed.

"..."

I silently climbed down the ladder into the passage and opened the pouch Jackal gave .

Clink.

It was filled with Dark Crystals.

"...Damn."

It really feels like a death flag, Mr. Gladiator King.

Quietly stowing it away in my inventory, I lifted my head.

My party mbers were staring at with stern faces.

"Lets go."

Staring down the long passage, I muttered under my breath.

"Teaching those vampire bastards a lesson can wait."

***

I dont know how much ti passed since we started heading in the opposite direction.

"By the way..."

Evangeline, walking at the end of the line, spoke in a puzzled tone.

"Hasnt this passage gotten a bit colder than yesterday?"

"Oh, has it...?"

True, whenever we spoke, white breath puffed out.

"I-Im cold... all of a sudden..."

Damien shivered, hugging his arms.

"...This is."

Frost clung to Juniors pallid face.

I furrowed my brows.

Sothing was off.

Clearly, sothing was wrong.

The mont everyone in the party noticed this.

"Your Majesty."

Lucas, leading our group, spoke with a stiff voice.

"What is it?"

"Theres... sothing ahead in the passage."

"..."

Though I didnt feel like it, I moved beside Lucas and looked in the sa direction.

"...!"

There stood a boy.

A small boy, dressed in a neat black suit.

Pale as snow, his hair was a deep blue like the night sky.

And... his eyes were blood-red, overflowing with mischief, staring in our direction.

There was no need to ask who he was. I had fought against him dozens of tis in the ga.

"Celendion..."

I gritted my teeth.

"...Its the Vampire King."

Shrriiing! Shrriiing!

The party mbers quickly arranged themselves into a battle formation.

Evangeline joined the front line, and the two knights drew their silver weapons.

Damien, with his crossbow, retreated backward and lowered his posture, while Junior began to cast magic, standing erect.

I stood in the middle, gripping Maestro in my hand.

"Hmm."

And then.

"Excuse for a mont."

The next mont, Celendion was right in the middle of our party.

In Celendions hand was Lucas silver sword, snapped in half.

In his other hand, Evangelines spearhead and Damiens crossbow were similarly broken.

"Huh?"

"No way..."

"What?"

Confused exclamations slipped from the mouths of the three. The next mont...

Thwack! Thwock! Swoosh!

Lucas, Evangeline, and Damien were scattered in all directions, like bowling pins.

An invisible force had struck the three of them.

The party mbers, vomiting blood as they were knocked away, slamd into the corridor walls and then slid to the floor.

"Heurgh-!"

Junior hastily cast her magic. In the air, three elents gathered to form a magic sphere.

And Celendion rely glanced at the magic sphere.

"Thats enough."

Whoosh!

Just with that, the magic disintegrated and disappeared completely.

Junior murmured in disbelief.

"...No way."

Thwack!

The next mont, Junior too was hit by so force and was thrown far away.

In the blink of an eye, after incapacitating all my party mbers.

"Lets have a chat, player."

The Vampire King walked leisurely to stand in front of , looking at intently.

"I have many questions for you."