Dungeon Maker

At that moment, he let out a breath before he knew it. The silver dragon armor covered his entire body, except for the left arm armed with a magic field and his head.

It was such a spectacle, but the dungeon spirits were still confused and embarrassed.

Ophelia, who made eye contact with Yong-ho, gave a pleasant exclamation briefly then held up her thumb with an awkward smile. He decided not to think about what she meant.

"That's great."

Tigrius, who first came to his senses, spoke. Kaiwan giggled, and Catalina flapped her ears, blushing.

Yong-ho focused on the armor. It was surprisingly light. He felt as if he was not wearing anything.

'Well, I feel like I'm wearing underwear.'

He moved his body one by one, starting with his fingers. Since he became a demon king, he had gained considerable herculean power. But it seemed that he could now exert several times as much power as that.

'Is it a power armor rather than a simple armor?'

Reinforced armored suit.

It was an equipment that not only protected the wearer, but it also reinforced his various abilities.

In fact, there was nothing new because most of the magic armor reinforced the wearer's abilities with magic.

Yong-ho was surprised again when he tapped his chest hard because he didn't feel any shock. So, he knocked it a little harder, but he felt the same.

"Silver dragon armor disperses and absorbs the impact at the same time."

Tigrius uncharacteristically explained in an excited voice.

As someone who lived as a master for a long time, Tigrius had never actually seen a dragon armor, though he saw it in the old document. Seeing its performance before his eyes, he couldn't help but admire it.

"Wow!"

Yong-ho again moved his body back and forth. He was surprised for the third time because he felt something weird all of a sudden.

"Tail?"

The big, thick tail down from the place where the tailbone was located shook lightly. It was an artificial tail made by attaching dozens of small pieces of metal in a row.

Yong-ho tried moving his tail. As it was missing in a human body, Yong-ho might find it hard to move it, but surprisingly, he got used to it quickly. This time he moved it hard. Given that it carried his power, it seemed that he could use it as an offensive weapon.

When Yong-ho waved his tail, it was Catalina who was the most thrilled and happy. She also flapped her tail excessively.

"By the way, it suddenly came to my mind."

While he was absorbed into demonstrating the functions of his silver dragon armor in front of the dungeon spirits, Yong-ho drew their attention. Turning to them, he asked, "Wouldn't I invite the dragons' grudge if I go around, wearing equipment made of dragons like this? I'm not really scared of their grudge, of course."

A dragon wasn't just a monster. It was a tribe with intelligence.

Just as ordinary people have an instinctive aversion to tools made of human bones, dragons would most likely feel the same when humans were wearing tools made of dragons. Maybe Yong-ho might invite their unexpected grudge.

'The King of Violence was also called the Dragon Lord.'

Of course, as he said at first, he wasn't really scared. It just came to his mind.

Tigrius and Ophelia looked at each other, and as if by an unspoken agreement, Ophelia opened her mouth, "Well, you don't have to worry about such a problem. Dragons are complete giants by themselves. They don't care about even their little babies where or how they live once their hatchling days are over. And their life and death after that are their own, not anybody else."

"Well, it's pretty dreary."

Ophelia shook her head and said with a smile, "In a way, it can also be called 'respect' of their own lives. But that doesn't mean they are just cold-hearted. Although it is rarer than other races, dragons are also aware of their own race. Dragons usually react to the appalling scene that they can't bear to see with their eyes open."

"The reason why equipment is made with dragon bones, leather, and scales is because they are the best materials. Even the dragons don't feel appalled at this kind of thing that Ophelia mentioned," Tigrius said, picking up where Ophelia left.

Yong-ho once again looked at the silver dragon armor.

"Is this in that best equipment category?"

That was true. It was the best armor in anybody's eyes. Nobody could make a mockery of this armor. According to Ophelia and Tigrius's explanation, even the King of Violence would not show any reaction to Yong-ho's silver dragon armor.

[Overall, you're right. But when it comes to the story about the armor, it's a bit different.]

A voice flowed from the red bracelet on Yong-ho's right arm, another form of Aamon.

Thanks to his continued strength, Aamon was able to talk to him to some extent outside the arena.

Naturally, they turned their eyes at Yong-ho.

Aamon whispered.

[Young master! The silver dragon armor you are wearing is made of the bones and leather of the silver dragon Ernasaga, the dragon rod of the day.]

"Oh oh."

Yong-ho gave out an exclamation automatically. Although he thought it was unusual, he never knew the armor was made of the Dragon Lord's bones and leather.

Kaiwan clapped her hands and said, "I've seen it in a storybook. The fight between Mammon and the silver dragon!"

"I know it, too. It was a tremendous showdown where the heaven and earth shook!"

Catalina chimed in. The story of Mammon and his 12 Spirits was a legend in the demon world. All the other dungeon spirits nodded as if they also heard the story.

[Yes, that's right. It was a fight that lasted for three days and nights.]

Yong-ho could naturally imagine the battle between the giant silver dragon and Mammon. It seemed that his dungeon spirits also imagined the same thing. Kaiwan even gulped.

[After that battle, Mammon fought almost all of the remaining members of the Silver Dragon family. That's why the Silver Dragon clan was virtually extinct.]

"Was it the revenge of the Silver Dragon clan who lost their master?"

[No, that's not true. As the young master's dungeon spirit explained, dragons seldom get even with the enemy, even if their leader is killed.]

"Why?"

Why did the Silver Dragon clan attack Mammon? Why did they fight until their clan was annihilated?

Aamon didn't answer right away. Somehow, he felt like he was hesitating for a moment then he whispered, [Mammon made bags and accessories from part of Ernasaga's leather and presented them to Elune and Sitri.]

[Maybe there are a few left in Elune's room on the bottom floor. Sitri might still be keeping them even now.]

Yong-ho blinked so did Kaiwan and Catalina. Ophelia and Eligos looked at each other.

Tigrius cleared his throat and said, "Hmmm. Silver Dragons were a race of honor."

Tigrius came up with a fantastic explanation.

[Mammon also knew the cause belatedly and regretted it greatly.]

"I see…"

Yong-ho suddenly felt sorry about the silver dragon armor.

He cleared his throat like Tigrius did then changed the topic again.

He allowed the dungeon spirits to freely choose the equipment they liked.

'Shall I give the fresh green armor to Rikum? I think it would be better for Catalina to use the sun sword with her moonlight sword.'

Yong-ho took a step back and watched them search for their items.

After some time, Aamon, who had been silent, called Yong-ho again.

[Young master.]

[If you occupy the next floor, you will have half of the Labyrinth of Greed.]

[You have already owned half the arena.]

In a way, Aamon didn't have to remind Yong-ho about it.

However, there must be a reason why Aamon brought it up in this place, not in the arena, by consuming a lot of mana.

[It seems that the day when I will call you master, and thus reveal the truths of the past that you want to know, is not far off.]

"Aamon."

Yong-ho felt Aamon's smile.

Then Aamon whispered, [The owners of the 6th floor have the exact power that you need. If you make good use of their power, you will be able to rise to a higher level with your current power.]

"Owners?"

[There are two owners on the 6th floor.]

[Gemini, Yuho and Yuan of yin and yang.]

[Their strength is 'harmony.']

***

"Please tell me a little more."

"I don't have any more to tell you. I just observed him. And I just gathered rumors getting around in the tavern."

Gardimundi shrugged and rubbed her red hair. Kirtimuka didn't like her rude behavior but forgave her for now. She quickly turned to the King of Fury and said, "Although it was despised because it was an abandoned land, you can never ignore the vast size of the unclaimed land in the south. But this man has unified the whole land there. If we can have a 'good relationship' with him, he will surely be of great help to our people."

The King of Fury curled her lips and responded, "Good relationship?"

"Yes! Good relationship! Isn't it good for you because he is not under any king now? I think we had better hurry up to have him on our side."

Kirtimuka got his face closer to the King of Fury and said, "It seems he has a great character, given that he not only recovered the bodies of the killed in the battle but also compensated their bereaved families. I feel like he is going to be a great king."

The King of Fury nodded on impulse but sincerely. It was no exaggeration to say that she was the only king who cared about the welfare of the killed soldiers' bereaved families. Then there appeared another man!

"Even though the House of Mammon collapsed, he is the master of the prestigious Mammon family with a long history and tradition, so I think he is in the same league as you. Of course, the House of Mammon has been resurrected now."

Having said that, Kirtimuka winked at her. The King of Fury, who already read her mind well, quickly pushed her aside and said, "Hey, don't talk nonsense anymore!"

Contrary to her rebuke, her cheeks were burning red. Besides, her earlobes were also red, and her mouth was strangely turned up with a smile.

Kirtimuka laughed openly, even though she fell on her buttocks. Once again, the King of Fury squeezed her lips and looked at the portrait of the master of the Mammon family she painted.

Watching her quietly, Gardimundi thought, 'Let me hide the rumor that he is a womanizer. Its credibility is low anyway.'

The King of Fury raised the portrait and smiled shyly before she knew it.

***

The King of Violence raised his head.

He wasn't mentally alert now. His body, which would reach hundreds of meters in length, moved directly in decades. The giant dragon's eyelids shook off the weight of years. One person was reflected in his golden eyes, which caused fear in those who looked at them.

After raising his head, the King of Violence raised himself up. He looked down at the visitor from high above. Although he invited this visitor, he didn't expect the visitor would appear.

"It's been a long time."

His small and low voice was amplified. The breathing of the Dragon Lord, who inherited the fantastic vein, became magic itself. The room where the King of Violence stayed was filled with the great king's mana.

The visitor looked up. With his black robes letting down, the visitor looked straight at the King of Violence. The visitor acted proudly. Even though he faced one of the six kings who ruled the demon realm, he showed no fear or embarrassment.

The King of Violence made eye contact with the visitor. With respect, he called the visitor's name.

"King of Sloth."

Their eyes crossed once again.