CHAPTERS
〔The clown's first rotation has ended.〕 〔The clown begins its second rotation.〕 For now, the water has only risen enough to wet the tips of their shoes. For now. The water level could suddenly rise. The next moment, Wolf flinched. Black Weasel had approached unnoticed, and pointed his axe at Wolf's neck. Cold, gray eyes stared down at him. "Nothing coming to mind?" "…Sir." "Find out which chest the fairy is in. You know why I let you morons join the group,…- 123.2 K • Ongoing
- Based solely on the reasoning process so far, chest 3 was closest to the correct answer. But if they assumed the chest's claim was 'only half true,' it became impossible to reach an answer. Did he overcomplicate things again? Yet if the problem was this easy, it would be suspicious. Could this really be a guessing game? Should he stake everything on a single stroke of luck? As this thought occurred to him, Wolf grew anxious. No way! It would be strange if a commoner boy who hated studying could breeze…
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- “……Huh? No, what are you saying? Your Highness!” “I’m not a prince. We’re already dead. We’ll die again, but…” Red Eagle wiped his eyes with his sleeve and smiled. “What I said earlier, I meant it. I’ve always thought you were more mature than me. By that standard, you’re the true prince.” "You're mistaken. Any commoner boy has no choice but to grow up early." 〔The clown's fifth rotation has ended.〕 〔The clown begins its sixth rotation.〕 Wolf's mouth…
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- SIGKILL://full_party_terminate ‘Physical prowess is paramount for a warrior.’ On the day he first brought Silver into the cave, Black Weasel said that. ‘If you can scale this cave wall barehanded and reach the far end before the hourglass runs out three times, you’ll be considered to possess first-rate physical ability. I cleared it during my first training session. And that was in just two days. Exactly two days.’ Black Weasel waggled two fingers and bragged. ‘This training is…
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- Without thinking, Silver turned his head toward Black Weasel. The unexpected turn of events brought bewilderment rather than relief. Was that Bingapsu bastard still drunk? As Wolf shouldered the bag, Black Weasel slung his axe over one shoulder. They climbed the mountain path. Silver and Black Weasel were both impatient by nature, but this time they walked quietly without any mischief. The problematic cave wall was easy for Silver and Black Weasel, but in reality, even a top-tier warrior would…
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- A sturdy, muscular man walked in accompanied by a cold wind. His face, crisscrossed with scars like a spiderweb, appeared to be about the same age as Black Weasel, and coincidentally, he was dressed in a wolf pelt. In his rough hands was an axe, stained with dark red blood in places. Silver recognized him at first glance. He was the chief of the warriors causing a ruckus in the tavern. The man scanned the room, a thick vein pulsing prominently in his temple. "You fools!" His loud voice echoed. The…
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- The sudden praise made his cheeks blush. Unbeknownst to him, his hand fiddled with the hem of his robe, but he shrugged his shoulders as if nothing was wrong and quickly walked away. Laughter echoed from behind. The inn came into view nearby. From afar, riffraffs were already causing a ruckus, grabbing visitors in broad daylight. As one visitor fell to a thug's hammer, a brawl erupted in an instant. Silver entered the inn and said. Wolf, who had been shaking his left…
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- Silver slapped Wolf on the head. After placing the offering on the altar, Silver and Wolf swept the area with the birch broom. They gathered the feathers and bones together and sprinkled soil over the bloodstains. Wolf would be horrified if he knew, but this wasn't cleaning. It was a ritual to appease the vengeful spirit of the sacrificial victim who had died in agony. After finishing the ritual, they broke off a birch branch and set it alight. The Stolls believed the smoke rising from birch…
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- Silver didn't ask any more questions and simply looked away. The moment the ever present smile vanished from Wolf's lips, his face became similar to that of Black Weasel. Not long ago, Wolf had marveled at Black Weasel, asking, "Is he considered handsome here" It was like the pot calling the kettle black. That bastard… his face is ordinary except for his eye color… Yet he charmed Silver and Black Weasel with his 'face'. So then, the evil spirit clinging to Wolf must be… a Glamaug? Glamaug…
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- And then hell. The 'hell' that met Wolf's eyes was a sight that matched human imagination. A vast cavern covered in jagged rocks. Damp humidity. Countless stalactites hanging from the ceiling, pointing at people like sharp spearheads. Suddenly, a stench wafted out. The fishy smell of water crawling across the floor. The foul, earthy odor that rose only from dug-up graves. However, the six-legged goats said to guard hell or the giants with flayed skin were nowhere to be seen. Wolf looked up at the…
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