Dungeon Maker

Now, the fighting between Yong-ho and Gusion was completely different from when they fought first. There was nothing like a hairbreadth escape or continuous counterattack.

It was literally a primitive fight.

The two attacked and counterattacked. They only thought of beating each other with a stronger attack.

They slugged it out. Gusion's punch twisted time and space. Hundreds of thousands of Gusion's punches rained down on Yong-ho's body like an avalanche. But Yong-ho penetrated the avalanche with his secret weapon.

The Godly Energy of Fury took hold of the space around Aamon instead of jumping through space. The avalanche crashed.

The fighting ground could no longer withstand their battle. Mammon's shield protecting the stand was long destroyed. Not only Yong-ho's subordinate spirits but also the arena spirits shuddered at their fierce fighting.

Once again, blood splattered in the air. The two instinctively felt they reached the limit of their physical strength.

Gusion's left arm did not move. Yong-ho's mana, which was going up endlessly, was slowly disintegrating. There was not much time left for his survival.

The two stopped attacking all of a sudden. They burst into laughter at the same time. Since they were covered with wounds, their laughter was misery itself. They even threw out blood simultaneously.

"Young Master, you're a real tough cookie."

"Our fighting was too long. Let's stop here and go see Scathach."

They laughed again at their feeble voice. Both knew their next fighting would be the last.

So, they didn't need any more talking.

Gusion clenched his fist. Yong-ho concentrated all his power on Aamon.

The two clashed again. Both engulfed each other. Yong-ho's green flames and Gusion's red mana not only brought about a huge impact, but it also generated enormous light and heat.

A shock wave hit them at the same time.

Gusion thought, falling on the ground. Even though he lost his right arm entirely, he felt something else rather than pain.

'Master.'

He felt dizzy. He was overcome by fatigue that he forgot while fighting. It seemed like he would lose consciousness any time soon. But still, his heart was beating.

Gusion didn't close his eyes. He clenched his teeth to maintain consciousness even though his vision was already blurred. He felt the strong fishy scent of blood in his nose.

Gusion recalled one day in the distant past. The day was like now, but different.

It happened more than a thousand years ago.

He smiled even when he was almost dying. Today was not that day. But he could see something similar to what had happened on that day.

Unlike Gusion, Yong-ho was standing. His left arm, torn out in a mess, looked disgusting. Since he couldn't stand properly, he leaned on Aamon, using him as a cane, but he didn't fall. He staggeringly approached Gusion.

Now the fighting was over. Yong-ho won.

Gusion couldn't stand it anymore. Tears flowed from his eyes.

"My King!"

His low voice soon became magic. He broke the invisible chains that held Gusion and many others around for many years.

Mammon's shield was lifted. A pure white light covered the entire arena.

"Master!"

In the light, Catalina was crying loudly, which she kept holding down until now. She was about to run toward him, crying. But Kaiwan held her. As a former spirit of the arena, Kaiwan instinctively realized what kind of moment it was now. She also wanted to cry her eyes out like Catalina, she held it back. She had to watch the reunion of the king who finally returned and his vassals.

Eligos supported Ophelia, who couldn't stand up properly because her legs became wobbly. Tigrius groaned with admiration. The lifting of Mammon's shield that lasted for more than a thousand years was a spectacular scene itself.

Instead of laughing heartily as always, Skull breathed a sigh of relief. He then looked at his master with purple eyes.

Since the shield of the arena was dismantled, Yong-ho and Gusion also recovered their original bodies. Their armor in tatters, as well as exhausted mana, were not perfectly restored, but they managed to face each other in a respectful manner.

The spirits of the arena stood behind Gusion. They showed due manners to the new king and their new master by raising their weapons.

"My king, the great King of Greed who has finally returned."

Gusion did not hide his tears. He raised his clenched fist on his chest. Then he led the chant on behalf of the arena spirits.

"Gusion and the 112 spirits here swear allegiance to the master of the Labyrinth of Greed."

His oath was simple but strong. Followed by Gusion's chanting, the arena spirits raised their voices at once, which displayed their magnificent dignity.

Aamon didn't shout separately. In fact, he was so moved that he could not speak at all. He felt the same way as Gusion.

Yong-ho felt a bit embarrassed because of their resounding voices, but he was a king now. As Gusion declared, he was the master of the Labyrinth of Greed. He felt a little awkward, but he smiled at the arena spirits. Then he got down to the point briefly and said, "I hope I'm in your good hands."

The arena spirits laughed here and there. Catalina and Kaiwan ran quickly and hugged Yong-ho, who was pushed back and fell on the ground. Gusion smiled faintly and sat down.

Normally, he could hold their hands gently one by one, but he couldn't do it now.

Instead of standing up, he just lay down and looked up at Gusion.

He then said, hugging Catalina and Kaiwan, "Okay, then let's go recover right away."

Gusion blinked. Each time Yong-ho smiled, he felt like he had a sharp pain in his stomach, but he once again smiled at Gusion and said, "Aren't we messed up? Then we should go to the hospital. I'm a little worried if I can walk to the first floor in this condition."

Gusion looked up and looked at the entrance to the arena. After watching it blankly for a long time, he barely opened his mouth, "Master."

He called it shortly.

Gusion raised not only Yong-ho but also Kaiwan and Catalina with his big hand, but Skull, who was excellent at doing something in a timely manner, stretched out his hand and removed the two women from Yong-ho.

Gusion pointed to the ceiling by moving his chin.

"Let's go now."

Yong-ho allowed Gusion to carry him on his back. At that moment, he listened to Lucia's voice while hanging on Gusion's back, which was pretty large.

[Oh My God!]

[You are in the arena right now, right? Nonetheless, you have got to be connected to me, right?]

He didn't bother to answer. He left the arena with Gusion and headed to the Garden of Life, where Scathach had been waiting for them.

When they reached, Scathach was already crying.

Hugging Yuria, at a loss of what to do, she cried her eyes out like a child. She cried and even had a runny nose, but she didn't care.

Only the mansion located in the middle of the lake was the space allowed for Scathach.

Since she couldn't step out of the mansion at all, she settled on the edge of the mansion.

She waited for Yong-ho and Gusion at a place close to the entrance.

Quick-witted, Lucia had the Skull unit open the door in advance. As a result, the moment Gusion entered the hallway, he could see Scathach from a distance.

Gusion ran. Scathach got up from her seat and leaned against the invisible wall. She cried out Gusion's name.

And finally, the distance between the two disappeared. Gusion hugged her with his large hands.

Yuria, who was in Scathach's arms, got barely released and staggered while Yong-ho bounced off his back and rolled on the floor. However, neither of them were displeased.

***

"Where are Gusion and Scathach now?"

Kaiwan, who came up late, asked, looking at Yong-ho who was still lying down on the floor. Yong-ho, who was covering Yuria's ears with his hands for some reason, smiled bitterly and pointed at Scathach's mansion with a look. Catalina, who had the best hearing among the Mammon spirits, pricked her ears several times and then covered her face with both hands. Suddenly, not only her ears and face but also her neck turned red.

"Well, they're making great love in a thousand years," said Ophelia.

Eligos and Tigrius simultaneously cleared their throats.

Yong-ho whispered into the air.

"Lucia, don't sneak a peek at them. Just focus on your work. You have to take control of the 7th floor… Lucia?"

[Ugh!]

[Sure, I'll start taking control of the 7th floor.]

[Pit-a-pat, pit-a-pat… Oh my...]

[Let me start right away!]

Fortunately, only Yong-ho could hear it.

Yong-ho pleasantly watched Scathach's mansion after breathing out deeply.

He felt good he could obtain all the arena spirits including Gusion by conquering the arena, but what pleased him more was the dramatic reunion of Gusion and Scathach.

'Shall I postpone my work until tomorrow and pass out here?'

Although he was physically alright, he was mentally exhausted. It was because he was so inert as to stand up that he still lay on the floor.

Moreover, the side effects of his reliance on the Demon God were greater than expected. If he had turned to him in a place other than the arena, he could have suffered even more side effects.

Right at that moment, the flames of the red lotus arose from his bedside. It was Aamon as always.

[My master!]

Aamon's whispering was delivered not only to Yong-ho but also to the other subordinate spirits.

All of them felt warmth from the flames of the red lotus.

[You have conquered the arena. And you will make Gusion your subordinate spirit.]

Gusion could be said to be the beginning of the domino. Now, Scathach was going to join Yong-ho. If Gusion and Scathach joined him, it was highly likely that Richard would also follow suit.

Just like Kaiwan said, Yong-ho's possession of Mammon's 12 Spirits was within his grasp sooner or later.

[Gusion's power is 'courage,' which was something that made him never give up in the face of any ordeal and overcome it.]

[There is no other power that suits him perfectly other than that, given his role as the king's vanguard.]

Yong-ho agreed with a nod. Kaiwan, who had spent the longest time with Gusion, smiled warmly.

[And…]

Aamon paused for a moment then created even greater flames.

He said, looking directly at Yong-ho, [Now you're fully qualified as the master.]

It was clear what he meant.

Yong-ho responded instinctively.

"Mammon."

The King of Greed. The greatest monarch in the history of the demon world.

He suddenly disappeared one day. He disappeared from history, believe it or not.

Mammon's 12 Spirits knew the truth. However, they could not speak, bound by some prohibitions.

Now all those bans were lifted. Yong-ho finally got the right to hear the truth.

[I agree with Yustia. I think it is best to hear it from Gusion.]

The flames of the red lotus flickered again.

He whispered, [You don't have to be in a hurry…]

[... Because it's just a once-upon-a-time story.]

His voice was scattered. The flames faded away.

Yong-ho saw the Godly Energy of Mammon on his left arm. He felt only a small beating from the heart of the Demon God who was united with him.

***

Time passed fairly.

Various events were happening outside the Mammon House, in the north and west as well as in the center of the demon world.

A day had passed.

The war in the north continued. The meeting between the Queen of Fury and the heads of the eight clans didn't produce any consensus about the queen's proposal, given the significance of the matter. And the meeting of the five directors of the Dungeon Market was somewhat different from what it was before.

Yong-ho and Gusion faced each other at Scathach's mansion.

Gusion, as always, did not drag on needlessly.

He started telling the truth about Mammon, holding Scathach in one arm.

It was an old story dating from over a thousand years ago.