Dungeon Maker
chapter-160

Chapter 160: Embrio’s Legacy (1)

The King of Pride issued a declaration of war against the King of Envy.

There were many who wanted to stop the King of Pride.

The King of Fury expressed his opposition by deploying troops on the shore, but he was ignored. The King of Pride knew better than anyone else that this pacifist, stigmatized as the war fanatic, would not be able to strike himself first by crossing the sea irrationally.

One of the five directors of the Dungeon Chamber of Commerce, Orovas, called a man of Herculean power, uncharacteristically sent a gentle letter to the King of Oman. In the letter, he expressed humbly that the Dungeon Market did not want a direct war between them.

The King of Oman also ignored this letter. After all, the Dungeon Market was nothing more than a motley of traders. They could not take a hard line to completely block their dealings with the King of Pride, for it meant that the Dungeon Market would be directly involved in the two kings’ actions. Other kings would never stand by the arrogance of the Dungeon Market.

There was also some movement behind the scenes. For instance, the King of Envy tried to desperately stop the breakout of an all-out war that might bring about a total catastrophe.

But all such efforts were in vain. The King of Pride made the decision. As the most arrogant king under the sky, he did not know the option of breaking his will.

A full-out war began.

The King of Pride was in no hurry. His offensive was slow but persistent.

The King of Envy’s army was defeated. The dungeons at the border were destroyed and captured. But it was only a skirmish of the war. The King of Envy’s defeat was not fatal.

Those who watched their battle didn’t think the King of Pride won decisively.

But some of them thought the battle was already over. Among them was the King of Envy.

The King of Lust walked across his or her harem.

The dungeon spirits and contractor witches, exhausted from the frenzied feast that lasted for forty-nine days, were lying here and there, naked in various places in the harems.

The King of Lust was both a child and an adult. He was both he and she, and a pure virgin as well as a madman addicted to sex. As someone who could freely choose men, women, and children, his look didn’t matter to him at all.

The King of Lust walked alone in the palace where everyone was asleep. On the forty-ninth day, the king was a child, so today, on the fifty-ninth day, he was an adult.

He was a handsome young man. His white skin like a marble was a sharp contrast with his black hair.

With the horns of a lewd goat, he entered the devil king’s room in the deepest part of the harem. Unlike all the places in the harem, that place welcomed the king with constant purity.

He felt good when his bare feet touched the floor. The image of the King of Lust was reflected like a mirror on the floor made of smooth obsidian. The King of Lust enjoyed the last fun before facing the hustle and bustle that called him to this place.

The King of Lust sat on the throne. It was as soft as a virgin’s skin, as comfortable as a woman’s breast, and as hard as a man’s muscle. He looked into the air with blurry eyes.

“Hey, long time no see. It’s been almost 30 years since I came back here, right?”

His little whispering was transmitted far away through mana. The magic, called the watcher’s eye, connected a distant being with the King of Lust.

[Asmodeus.]

It was an old man’s voice. The King of Lust closed his eyes and faced the images that came to his mind. He was a thin and tall old man. Both his white beard and hair were long. The clothes he was wearing were more than high-quality even from the king’s point of view. But all these things were hidden by one thing. It was the old man’s eyes. His fully raised eyes reflected ferocious emotions.

“Alright, Leviathan.”

The King of Lust called the old man’s name.

Calling each other’s name was unusual to them because there were few who could call the king’s name.

The King of Envy.

He caught his breath once. He seemed to have calmed down his hot temper as much as possible, but his voice was trembling.

[You probably know it. That little kid, King of Pride, has attacked me. How ungrateful he is! He surely heard from his father about our special services, right?]

Perhaps, if there had been any dungeon spirit near the King of Envy at that moment, he would have killed it. The King of Envy had terrible emotional power.

The King of Lust asked with a sigh, “What did we do for him?”

At that moment, the King of Envy held his breath. It wasn’t because he couldn’t remember what to say. He was upset. He sprang to his feet and cried out in anger.

[We saved the demon world! Saved the demon world! Without our help, the demon world as it is now would not have existed. It can’t exist. Even that little king wouldn’t have been born!]

The King of Lust laughed again and shook his head.

“No, Leviathan. We didn’t save the demon world. He saved it. It was Mammon who saved the demon world. Absolutely, we didn’t. We are just petty cowards. Did you already forget why we covered up what we had done on that day?”

[Asmodeus!]

‘Did envy change you like that, or was it because you could take possession of envy?’

That was what the King of Lust wanted to ask him, but he didn’t.

Instead, he asked, “Leviathan, what do you want me to do?”

The King of Envy let out a harsh breath. He barely calmed down and opened his mouth, but he spoke harshly as if he could not overcome his hard feelings.

[Help me. Let’s defeat that arrogant little king together. We had better have him get on his knees under our feet and lick our shoes. We’re going to share all his possessions!]

The King of Lust let his words in one ear and out the other. Then he shook his shoulders and said with a smile, “Leviathan, the war has just begun. As the person who spent that day with you, I wish you good luck. Don’t expect more than that from me. I don’t want to use my sword against you.”

Sword demon Asmodeus, he was once the greatest swordsman in the demon world.

The King of Envy clenched his fists, trembling in anger. He couldn’t stand it when anybody despised him. But he had to put up with it. If he made even the King of Lust his enemy when he was fighting the King of Pride, everything would be ruined.

The King of Envy clenched his teeth. However, he couldn’t help but vent out his anger.

[You will regret it.]

The King of Lust laughed again at his warning. It wasn’t his ridicule of the king, who was gripped by the sin of envy rather than overcoming it. It was obviously his self-mocking laugh.

“Yes, you are right, Leviathan. I will regret it just like I did after that day.”

He would keep regretting it. But nobody can’t put back the past. It was impossible to change again.

The King of Lust accepted his depression without suppressing it. Then he leaned over the throne. As always, he regretted what he had done in the past.

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“Ho, Hol!”

Inside a noisy bar. Yuria, who, with her chin resting, was sitting on a high table that she could barely stand on tiptoes, shouted with a sad expression as if she was about to cry at any moment. She was already crying.

Baduk, sitting right next to her, clenched its fists and stared at the table, with its eyes bloodshot. The bones and chicken vouchers it had collected so far were on the table.

It was the chips piled up on the table that first attracted Baduk, but now, it couldn’t afford to look back at them.

Ophelia looked down at the two beyond the table. She asked, waving her clenched fist gently.

“Really? Don’t you regret it? Do you know what will happen if you lose again?”

Ophelia was sweet enough, but cold-hearted at the same time. Yuria’s clear eyes, like glass beads, trembled without any reason.

“Oh my...”

Yuria bit her lips. She wanted to run away right now. She wished all this was a nightmare, so when she woke up, she could find herself lying on a warm and cozy bed.

“Bark! Bark!”

Holding her hand, Baduk barked violently. It was just barking, Yuria could understand it, which was something like this, ‘You should not back down! Think about how much we lost! If you give up here, we don’t have anything left. Don’t give up! You can make it!’

“I know, but....”

“Bark!”

Baduk nodded strongly. Its eyes filled with conviction gave Yuria strength.

“Hol!”

Yuria shouted, looking straight at Ophelia. Baduk also stared at Ophelia glaringly.

Ophelia rolled her eyes to the side. She moved her eyebrows a few times as if she got nervous and said again, “Really? You don’t want to change it?”

“Hol!”

“Bark!”

Noticing her weakness, Yuria and Baduk shouted triumphantly.

Ophelia sighed out loud. She let her arms drop as if she was disappointed.

Then she opened her fists in front of Yuria and Baduk that were extremely tense.

“Okay, let me show you my card!”

Yuria’s heart froze. Baduk couldn’t even breathe properly.

No matter how many times they looked at it, there were only two dice on Ophelia’s palm.

“Alright, these are all mine now, right?”

Ophelia spoke cheerfully and picked up all five pebbles on the edge of the table.

It was a gift that Yong-ho bought for Yuria after he returned from the human world.

They were five pebbles with multiple colors. Actually, the gift was Yuria’s most cherished treasure in the world that she didn’t even take out even when playing with Bauk.

Stiffening on the spot, Yuria was frozen and couldn’t say anything.

Tears flowed down her soft cheeks.