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chapter-381

Clank, clank. The chains grew into a black band around Yeon-woo’s neck, thick enough to appear like a pillory although it was more like a necklace.

[You have earned the Fury of the Black King.]

Yeon-woo could feel the heavy weight as he checked the information window.

[Fury of the Black King]

[Rank: ???]

[Description: ???]

[**This is a unique artifact. No other artifact like this exists in the Tower, and it will be bound to its owner. It cannot be transferred or traded between players.

**All information is sealed. You must meet the qualifications or conditions in order to view the information.]

‘Just as I thought.’ It was just like the time he’d received the Grief of the Black King. He hadn’t satisfied the conditions and couldn’t read anything about it. He had managed to unlock the Grief in the span of a day. but there was no guarantee he would be that lucky again this time.

“This is Kynee?” Henova walked over with a pipe in his mouth and tapped lightly on Yeon-woo’s pillory. Clink! Henova’s eyes narrowed at the clear, ringing sound. He was one of the best blacksmiths in the Tower, and he immediately recognized that the pillory wasn’t made of any common metal. He breathed out smoke and turned his head. “Cyclops, this is—”

『It’s an item made to bind an extraordinarily strong criminal. But…why is this so familiar?』

Henova’s shadow stretched out, and the Cyclops Brontes and Steropes appeared, looking at the pillory thoughtfully. For the past few days, they had been following Henova around to fix Dis Pluto’s weapons and share their knowledge with him.

“Right now, it’s called ‘Fury of the Black King’.”

“Fury?” Henova’s eyes widened and he clucked his tongue. “Despair, Grief, and now Fury? Seems the original owner went through a lot. This isn’t your everyday…” Henova trailed off at the stiff expression on Brontes’ and Steropes’ faces.

『Black King?』

『I see. That’s why!』

They trembled as though they were frightened but also relieved and joyful to have found the answer to a difficult puzzle. But when they turned back to Yeon-woo, their eyes were solemn. 『If you’re his descendent, then it makes sense that you managed to bind us, even though we were once divine beings. So that’s why…』

『The sins we committed in the past have returned to chain us up like this.』

『It appears so.』

As the two sighed, Yeon-woo asked, “What do you mean?”

『The Cast you’re wearing was made by us—or rather, we assisted in its creation.』

Yeon-woo’s eyes widened. Henova and the other members of the party didn’t know how to react since the conversation had lost them by now, but they were sure of one thing. If these three blacksmiths, who once created weapons for three of the Olympians, had assisted in creating the Cast, it was most definitely more phenomenal than a great artifact.

『How did we fail to recognize it? A lot of time has passed, but…is it because the item has been worn down as well?』 Brontes’ voice seemed somewhat rueful.

“Please tell me about it.”

『Those three Casts were our master’s,