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Sniff. Sniff. It's the first time I've smelled something like this.
The legendary thief.
The Sound of the Wind couldn't hide the excitement in his raspy voice.
He was full of enthusiasm.
Sniff. Sniff. Not even the divine artifacts of the God of the Sun gave off a smell like this. This is on another level.
Ohhh.
What kind of divine artifact would make the Sound of the Wind react this way?
"……."
"……."
"……."
Following Cale, the Heavenly Demon and Alberu walked confidently, pretending to be ordinary priests.
Of course, they only chose secret routes.
"Huh?"
Then, Cale's steps stopped.
The divine artifact.
An object for the blue wolf god of the Beast People tribe.
The god who, among all the gods Cale had met, was the closest to a god, and who had protected them from the God of Chaos.
Lock, from the wolf tribe, was waiting in Apitoyu with the divine artifact and Cale.
That's why Cale intended to get the divine artifact.
A pretty good one.
Useful.
He intended to get the divine artifact.
And this was a suitable place to get it.
"...Are we really going there?"
The Sound of the Wind answered Cale's question.
Sniff! Yes, there! Sniff!
A tone full of certainty.
Cale spoke to the Sound of the Wind.
"...That's the Primordial Night."
The sanctuary of the Primordial Night, the center of this city and practically everything that matters.
The Sound of the Wind pointed to that place.
An incredible smell comes from there! There's a legendary-class divine artifact!
A place full of strict guards before the ritual.
A place that Cale's group couldn't easily approach.
If they revealed their identities and tried by force, Cale would enter that sanctuary, but.
"Ugh-"
Is there a divine artifact there?
'Hmm.'
For some reason, he felt a chill down his neck.
Apart from that, his heart was beating strongly.
The Sound of the Wind spoke.
-We can completely steal it!
Of course.
Whatever it is, if it's a divine artifact that's there-
Smile. Smile.
The corner of Cale's lips began to rise.
The Heavenly Demon's expression filled with interest, and Alberu swallowed.
Whistle.
Cale moved towards the back of the building.
Then, with the wind at his ankles, he jumped onto the roof of the building.
With movements that avoided the guards' gaze, Cale reached the roof and looked towards the sanctuary.
From a high place, he could see the sanctuary well.
The Primordial Night.
It was a small basin.
Like a natural stadium created by nature.
The place that became the stadium was the center of the basin, a flat piece of land with green grass.
Yes. There's life there.
And around that land, a gentle hill.
There were chairs and various objects.
There, the followers would observe the competition and death of the sacrifices, offering pleasure, joy, and worship throughout the night.
Sniff!
The only place with green grass and full of color.
In the center of the stadium was a small lake.
<You have discovered the Inverted Night.>
The mission told Cale where that place was.
The Inverted Night.
The center of the Primordial Night.
There!
The Sound of the Wind indicated it.
The altar in the center of the small lake.
There, the saint performed the ritual with the sacrifices, and as a result, the sacrifices fought each other to the death.
On the altar.
"...There's nothing."
There was nothing on the altar.
Swish!
But the Sound of the Wind found the answer.
Beneath the altar.
The altar floated on the water of the lake.
It was a mysterious sight.
The smell comes from beneath the lake.
But he said there was a divine artifact beneath the lake.
It's a divine artifact with immense power.
In his low voice, there was a burning longing.
Let's steal it.
At the Sound of the Wind's words, Cale licked his lips.
The blue wolf.
A decent god.
And on our side.
'Since we're going to get a divine artifact-'
Cale had a hunch.
'The rituals that have been performed so far.'
Furthermore, the arrival of the God of Chaos.
If that place is the ground for that.
Where will all the energy accumulated from performing the rituals have gone?
'The divine artifact.'
It must be in the divine artifact beneath the lake.
The empty altar was nothing more than an illusion.
'Let's steal it.'
The moment Cale decided that.
Hey, Cale-
A strange voice was heard.
Jeje, je!
Someone trying to hold back laughter and barely able to speak.
Cale~
It was the Cheapskate, the Fire of Destruction.
'Huh?'
And the moment he heard that voice, Cale realized something.
That altar-
Cale, in all my life, I have never seen a magical stone so valuable. It's of the highest quality, beyond supreme.
That altar, it seems to be made of magical stone.
My god, the embedded diamonds are also the best quality I've seen in my life. That altar is made of things more valuable than gold... Seriously... it must be expensive...
The Cheapskate.
He wanted to become strong.
He said he wanted to spend money at a divine level.
That guy spoke in a low voice.
-Cale. How much do you think all that is worth?
Cale closed his eyes for a moment.
Of course, that altar is not enough to spend at a divine level.
The Cheapskate's standard for 'spending at a divine level'. That standard wasn't easy to reach.
"……."
Cale remained silent and immersed himself in his thoughts for a moment.
'I never intended to fight Wanderer Ryeon.'
Yes. This time, he only planned to observe the cult of the God of Chaos and the Wanderers fight, destroy the sanctuary, and run away. He had no intention of fighting the Wanderers.
'But if I can steal it in the meantime, it would be good, wouldn't it?'
Yes.
Cale made a decision.
When the Heavenly Demon and Alberu were waiting for him.
Cale opened his eyes and spoke.
"Let's steal it all."
Yes. Let's steal it all.
And then let's escape!
Jajajaja!
The Sound of the Wind laughed out loud.
Jajajaja!
The Cheapskate was happy.
Cale smiled and asked.
"There are about 15 minutes left, is there any place where we can steal a safe?"
At his question, Alberu smiled calmly, and the Heavenly Demon let out an uncomfortable laugh.
"I knew this would happen."
Alberu's voice was extremely calm.
And at that moment.
"Is the ritual well prepared?"
The saint of the God of Chaos looked out the window and spoke.
"Yes."
At the simple answer, he turned around and looked at the bishop in charge of this place.
Gray eyes.
The bishop, seeing that the saint's eyes were turning increasingly gray, quickly bowed his head.
"This is the last time."
Although the saint's voice was simple, there was excitement in it.
"If this time goes well, finally the God of Chaos will be able to descend."
He spoke calmly.
"When all the sacrifices are offered, the God of Chaos will have a place to descend."
"Yes."
Finally, they would see the fruits of their labor.
"Did you tell all the followers to gather?"
"Yes."
All the followers who lived in this city were summoned.
"And the Night of Pleasure?"
"It's well prepared."
"We must make sure that the followers enjoy pleasure and chaos more than ever."
The bishop bowed his head even further at the saint's words, showing that he would follow his orders.
The saint spoke in a serene voice.
"The followers who have gone through 44 Nights of Pleasure, the moment they offer their lives, the God of Chaos will descend."
"Yes."
They had performed this ritual 43 times.
It hadn't been an easy path.
Avoiding the eyes of the Wanderers and the demon world had been quite difficult.
"The followers will offer their lives to the God of Chaos with joy."
A gentle smile appeared on the saint's lips.
"So it will be."
And the bishop also smiled softly.
In a still peaceful atmosphere, the saint and the bishop conversed calmly.
"Sir Saint. The Pope will soon cross into this world."
"Yes. I know. He said he would come here, dragging his tired body, to see the world where the God of Chaos has descended."
The saint approached the window.
"……."
"……."
After a brief silence, the saint spoke.
"The absolute god. Even he will be nothing more than dust before the God of Chaos."
The bishop raised his hands and pointed to the sky.
"The moment chaos spreads, it will be a return to the beginning. We only await that day."
The saint smiled at the bishop's words.
The bishop also returned the smile and stood up.
"It's time to go."
At those words, the saint moved away from the window and slowly headed towards the door.
The Primordial Night.
The saint had to perform the last ritual there.
Although the sky was still gray.
On earth, night had arrived, and the sky was tinged with the colors of night.
And-
"Ryeon."
Wanderer Cho called his sister in front of the wall.
"……."
Ryeon, instead of answering, waved her hand.
Crack!
The wall froze.
"Who's there!"
"Intruders-"
The two guards couldn't finish their words and also froze.
Wave.
The moment she waved her hand once more.
Bang!
The ice broke.
The wall and the guards disintegrated.
Ryeon briefly looked at the gray sky and took a step.
"Ryeon, are we going to destroy everything?"
At Cho's excited voice, Ryeon spoke calmly.
"Quickly. Everything."
Her gaze turned towards the front, towards the cult where the Primordial Night was.
"Destroy it."
Destroy everything quickly as they advance.
As of today, the sanctuary of the God of Chaos will disappear.
Before the third emperor of the Wanderers arrives.
That was the conclusion Cho and Ryeon had reached.
Meanwhile, the people gathered near the Primordial Roots that connected the Death Precipice.
When the sky above them was already night.
"……."
'CrazyExhibitionist', who was recording his broadcast, and who never hesitated to speak in any situation, stood with his mouth open, stunned.
Then, finally, he spoke.
"...The saint...! ...The great holy knight...!"
The saint of the God of the Sun and Sir Boltien.
He had only seen them from afar, never this close.
Especially the saint, who could only be seen at major events of the cult.
And suddenly, those two people appeared near the Primordial Roots in the Demon Kingdom.
"My god."
'CrazyExhibitionist' slowly turned his gaze.
The two powerful figures of the God of the Sun.
And in front of them, there was another presence.
"I don't know who he is, but he seems strong...!"
Choi Han, with black hair and black eyes.
'CrazyExhibitionist' didn't know who he was, but he clearly seemed like an NPC with a deep and significant story.
And there was an obvious reason that confirmed it.
An overwhelming presence.
A presence that made the saint and the holy knight seem invisible and left 'CrazyExhibitionist' speechless!
Flap. Flap.
"A dragon...!"
The most difficult existence to see in the New World.
So far, there had been less than 10 cases of people who had seen a dragon.
And seeing a dragon here!
And besides-!
"A... baby dragon... adorable...!"
It was the adorable baby dragon, Raon.
"Ugh."
'CrazyExhibitionist' was speechless.
His fellow player also covered his mouth and stood paralyzed.
Three groups in a triangular confrontation.
The holy knight of the God of the Sun, Sir Boltien, spoke towards Choi Han.
"...I hardly recognize you because of your hair color change. I didn't expect to see you here again."
Sir Boltien's gaze darkened as he looked at Choi Han.
Cale and Choi Han.
Those two people were mysterious to Sir Boltien, and they had made him distrust the God of Chaos.
"Why are you stopping us?"
Instead of Choi Han, Raon shouted in response to the knight's question.
There was a reason he had appeared after deactivating his invisibility.
"Our human said there shouldn't be unnecessary variables! He said there shouldn't be innocent victims! He said we shouldn't involve other people! Wait a moment, please!"
Raon was temporarily stopping the holy knight and the saint from entering the Death Precipice.
Choi Han was also doing the same.
"...The adorable dragon... speaks adorably...! Destroy the apartment! Destroy Earth! Destroy the Demon Kingdom! Destroy all of the New World!"
'CrazyExhibitionist' murmured in a low voice.
As the tense confrontation continued.
Rumble. Rumble~
The earth trembled.
"!"
"……!"
All eyes turned towards the 'Primordial Roots' bridge that connected the Demon Kingdom.
The roots of the trees were retracting, and the bridge was disappearing.
Cale. All the sacrifices are gathered.
Cale heard Eruhaben's voice as he hid among the followers.
The center of the Primordial Night.
On the only piece of land covered in green grass, the more than 500 sacrifices were kneeling.
Steps. Steps.
And the saint slowly entered the Primordial Night, in the sanctuary basin.
-He's coming.
Cale nodded briefly at Eruhaben's words.
