I Returned as an FFF-Class Witch Doctor

Episode 188

“Heeik?!”

“Why is that, master?”

“Uh… no nothing.”

Damian turned his head away from the unknown cause of the sudden attack. It was a very different feeling than what was caused by any magical action or trap.

If it was a phenomenon caused by traps or barriers in the dungeon, Damian couldn’t have been unaware of it, but the cool sensation running down his spine was quite uncanny, considering it didn’t do any harm.

“…Who is swearing at me?”

“Where is the one or two people who curse the owner! Master, you have to take care of yourself!”

“Yeah, but.”

After-after after-after!

So, while Damian responded to the words of the mungchi sitting on his shoulder, it was not difficult for him to feel an itchy feeling in his ears.

He didn’t know who was swearing at him, but it was because it was an intuition that even the person concerned could vaguely feel that he would be quite tired the moment he got out of here anyway.

“Anyway… pretty deep.”

“Looks like you’ve been down for over an hour already, master!”

Damian was descending a staircase barely wide enough for one person to pass through. The stairs, which stretched out in a straight line without the slightest bend or break, showed no sign of ending as much as a bunch of words.

As if walking towards the base of a deep crevasse, the handrails of the stairs rising on both sides of Damian and the bundle are so high that it is not an exaggeration to say that they are a castle wall.

What’s more, the fact that the stairs on the single road are not installed for any stair reference, and the long road stretches, makes me think that perhaps it is not an actual building, but a kind of infinite loop.

Otherwise, I couldn’t have been down the stairs for over an hour.

Of course, a normal person would not have installed a tomb under the Patreon Sea like this.

Of course, the moment it touches it, the existence is destroyed and the barrier of destruction is applied.

It would not have been possible to build a road that was so far away that it could be said that a new building was built after digging up an area the size of a World Cup stadium.

Considering that all of it is made up of Nahinir, an ancient runic language that only existed hundreds of years ago.

Or if you put off the fact that he implemented all three things that even Maria Yones, who went through all the pre-natal battles, wouldn’t believe.

It could be said that Damian’s speculation that the person who created this unrealistic space was Hildebrinho de Garcia was almost a fait accompli.

“The level of the magic formations guarding Baldakino, and the way they created such a ridiculous space… There is absolutely no middle ground. No matter how much you say it’s your friend’s grave, isn’t this a little too much? This is almost a dragon, not a human.”

“Of course it’s not a dragon, master! I have never seen a human being capable of creating such a space!”

Food Duck!

Just like how Damian now looks around the all-white space and complains like a quick-fire gun.

As if even Mungchi nodded and agreed to that statement.

It was because, unless someone was as strong as Hildebrinho de Garcia, < Human > who could create the space they had passed through was unprecedented in history.

“I don’t know if this is a real stone wall… or if it’s a manifestation of will created by some supreme being. One thing is certain.”

“What do you mean, master?”

“That the person who created this far transcends human aesthetic sense, or has bad taste comparable to it.”

Poof!

When Damian looked up, Moongchi raised his head together.

Suddenly, the ceiling of the place where they entered was so far away that they couldn’t even see it.

Not only the stairs, but the whole place is surrounded by white light, so the end looks like it was drawn with a black pencil on white paper.

The statues on the outer wall of the dome and the bronze Baldakino were all in order to protect the coffin made of marble, but what Damian had to face was none other than this two-meter-wide staircase.

In other words, the chest containing the human corpse was the entrance to this distant space.

It would have been natural for anyone with common sense to think that the moment the coffin lid was opened, it would contain a skull and countless treasures.

Damian also had no doubts that the legacy of the Akrasia type would be contained until the coffin lid was opened.

On the other hand, the person who actually created this space showed Damian a white space as if rejecting such common sense.

As if breaking the Nahinir language was nothing, he was demanding to go down the stairs to the level of asceticism.

[Notice: White space returns your magical power to nothing!]

[Notice: White space limits your magical operation!]

….

[Notice: Warning! Warning!]

[Notice: Be very careful not to destroy the Mana Hall by repulsing the white space!]

“Oh. He’s a really stupid man.”

Wow!

So, it could be said that it was quite natural for Damian to spit while flipping his eyes as if he was stunned at the system message that appeared in front of him.

It was a response that any human would have.

Not only does this terrible space react like a ghost to his mana flow, which he has tested and operated, but the entire space oppresses Damian’s body like a living creature.

It could be said that it was an absolute will that did not allow even the slightest expediency and mana management to be taken.

If someone invisible kept pushing his back to walk behind him, it was certain that he would go crazy unless he was a saint like Buddha or Jesus.

Yes, it felt like someone was forcing an action into my head.

If the red ray he destroyed earlier was an absolute magic of infinite extinction that transcended time and space.

Now, this white space is the product of a terrible ideological force that arbitrarily forces the spirit and will of those who enter.

Even Demian, who had far surpassed the level of a criminal, became a normal person and had strong enough power to make Soon-soon walk up the stairs.

“Since you look like a damn old man, what are you going to do with a space like this? It’s not like I’m trying to fuck people up on purpose, I’m going to kill them right away if I want to kill them.

cooong!

While Damian was swearing at Hilde Bryne, his head jerked back.

It was as if there was an invisible wall in front of my eyes.

Needless to say, after forgetting the time for several hours and walking down, my steps were moving automatically regardless of my will.

Even more so, the fact that his footsteps were high enough to make Damian’s thighs scream with a squat approaching 250 kilograms wasn’t just because he cursed Hildebrigne de Garcia.

It was an additional effect of the white space.

As you go down the stairs, the pressure on your whole body increases little by little, so that the five senses and mind and body of those who go down the stairs are blunted.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it was a self-denial exercise, like walking with a sand bag weighing several tens of kilograms (of course, I didn’t know if it could be called a sand bag).

Moreover, if it had to step forward unconditionally without allowing even a second of rest, anyone other than Damian would have hit his head against an intangible wall and fell.

It was far from even reaching the intangible wall that Damian faced.

Ideally, the purpose of this white space in the first place is to make grave raiders walk forever.

Ordinary criminals would have been enslaved to their ideological powers and repeated walking until their legs were broken.

Or he would have tried to get out of this hellish place by taking his own life when he had even a little bit of his ego left.

“…it will be like this right away.”

Tuduk! Dudududuk!

So, while Damian rubbed his red-stained forehead, he couldn’t help but blink his eyes as an unfamiliar rupture echoed in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, the intangible wall he crashed into began to fall off one by one, like the tiles on the outer wall of the bathroom.

It was because, in an instant, like Tetris collapsing, the white space was collapsing.

[Notice: The ideological power of the white space disappears!]

[Notice: Free from the restraints of the white space!]

[Notice: You have cleared Hildebrynne’s test < The Pilgrimage of Forgotten Heroes >!]

[Notice: White space ‘s will guides you to Akrasia-yu’s space!]

“Hmm.”

Ugh support!

As Damian stood there with his arms crossed, a system message came to his mind quickly.

At the same time, the space was distorted and the scenery completely changed, which happened almost simultaneously.

As if the crazy infinite staircase was actually a painting that caused an optical illusion, the space changed so quickly that you couldn’t even recognize the existence of the stairs before you knew it.

And Damian was soon able to confirm that the place he was standing on was not a stairway of countless steps, but rather a plain stone with a soft exterior and a rugged exterior.

“…what the fuck is this again.”

Judging by the traces of sweat pouring like rain on the flat stone he was standing on.

Maybe Damian didn’t come down countless infinite stairs.

It was as if he had been walking in place ever since he opened the lid of the coffin and came down.

“Huh… I’m going to put up with it just this once. Really Next time, I won’t stand it either.”

“What will you do if you don’t hold it in, master!”

“I don’t know dude. Quiet.”

As Damian turned his head away from the flat stone at his feet, a small mana resonant sound filled the hall.

The octagonal space was more like a shrine than a temple.

The light falling on the stone statue that seems to be several meters tall is like looking at the cupola of the Duomo Cathedral in Florence.

The elaborately carved stone statue of Akrasia Yu seems to be kneeling in the middle of the shrine in a lofty appearance.

However, the reason why Damian was looking up at the stone statue of Akrasia Yu standing in front of him was not because of the statue that looked like it was praying or because of the numerous Nahinir letters engraved on the cupola.

It could be said that it was because the weapon that Akrasia Yu was holding like a staff was emitting a light that was so clear that the light falling from the cupola was colorless.

“This is…”

Uh-huh-huh-huh-huh!

And the moment Damian turned his gaze toward the window that was emitting light from Akrasia Yu, the weapon in his hand began to radiate a brilliant light more intensely, as if reciprocating.

A single ray of dawn—it was quite a different light from the emerald water color of the Patreon Sea—a spear that seemed to even shine through, so that the two white auras that gushed out like river water endlessly wrapped around the blade.

It is a weapon that made Akrasia Yu not hesitate to call it a divine spear, and a legendary weapon that has been mentioned as often as his heroic story in which he played an active role in the battle against the seven demons who shook Middle-earth hundreds of years ago.

It was the light spear Brionac.

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