Chapter 152 – 152. Billionaires Fall

The information I heard from the man who was caught on the hook. Those were pretty important things. The man I killed did not come here at the request of a jeweler, but was a thief who came in to steal items from his mansion. Moreover, he was not even an earthling like us, and it is said that his purpose was also a soul extractor hidden in the mansion, not a signet ring.

Anyway, he gave me information about the kind of time zone that this mansion is entangled in. According to what he found out, the Tremor Mansion was in a state of mixing a total of four time zones.

‘Let’s see… In chronological order… The period in which the housekeeper is expected to obtain the ring, the period in which strange guys take over after the death of the housekeeper, the period in which the cannibals take over, the present day when it is believed that there is a way out, and the future period when the aliens roam. ‘

The time period our group was separated was, apparently, after the death of the head of the puppet house due to some kind of incident. That is to say, it was a time when a family of cannibals who took possession of an empty mansion committed all sorts of atrocities against visitors.

‘I told you to find a grandfather clock somewhere in the mansion in order to freely move between the mansion’s time zones.’

The man told me that if you activate the grandfather clock, you can move to one of the 4 time zones that you do not belong to at random. So he had to find a grandfather clock somewhere in the mansion.

If I had ignorantly activated the pocket watch and gone to the present day, at that moment the order of things would have been twisted and we would have to see that there was nothing we could do but escape.

‘Perhaps most of the people who came here at the request of the jeweler didn’t fall during this time? And those who, like me, used some method to get information, they’re probably looking for a grandfather clock.’

Of course, there must be other ways besides the grandfather clock to get out of this time zone, but the man I talked to a while ago only knew how to move to the grandfather clock. He decided not to think of anything other than the grandfather clock, which was a surefire way, because he couldn’t waste his time experimenting with other methods.

‘And a family of immortal cannibals… Monsters who won’t die even if you kill them.’

They said there were five of them, the head of the family, his wife, and three children. They’ll be roaming around in real time looking for intruders in the mansion, so it’s best to avoid running into them as much as possible to find the watch. Because you have to kill it to be revived. I could put an end to it if I made an offering, but right now that’s impossible.

‘I don’t want to designate an exit for this, it’s a situation where I have to designate a phase on the grandfather clock.’

In many ways, I thought that it would be difficult for the people who would not have been able to meet and talk with humans trapped in proper tools or mansions.

“For now, let’s find an exit from this room. Bayou kept checking the wall. Nick checks the ceiling. I’ll look at the floor.”

“I get it.”

“Sheesh…”

I told Bayeu and Nick that they needed to find a way out. No other information, such as grandfather clocks or anything else, was given. I had to hide as much information as possible in order to exploit these lunatics as much as possible.

‘It’s nice to be quiet now.’

It is quite impressive that both of them do not open their mouths as much as possible.

Realizing that they would fight if they opened their mouths, Bai Yu kept her mouth shut as if she had closed her zipper. Nick also only gestured loudly, but did not raise his voice.

‘Jjang’s grumbling… And Nick, who talks so much to the point of irritation, is also silent… There’s nothing to build up stress…’

The human slaughterhouse is quite large, so it took a while to check them all. In particular, Bayou, who had been keeping his mouth shut, began to grumble, as if his eyes were gradually dimming due to the lack of a proper light source.

“Don’t you have a flashlight? Do you have a cock on it?”

“Didn’t you bring something like that, Chinaman?”

When Nick and I scolded him at the same time, Bayu grunted and took out a small lighter from his bosom. He was like a real beggar. Unlike me, who had been in full gear, and Nick, who had packed everything he needed, all he had was dried jerky and a few daggers.

I will never lend my flashlight to that beggar. I was just a kid who would gulp. However, the kind-hearted Nick took out a flashlight from his bag and handed it to Bayu.

“Are you writing this? Don’t frown because your eyes hurt.”

“Huh… You’re pretending to be patronizing.”

“Hey. Looking at Bayu, you are the problem. Didn’t you tell Nick to stop fighting?”

“Joy..”

Bayou snorted at him, then turned around and went to do his thing. Nick looked at the bayou once, as if it were absurd, then looked at the ceiling again.

‘The way I see it, that bayou bastard is not a hero…’

No matter what he did or how he behaved, he wasn’t a guy that could be considered my nemesis. I have to say he seems a little short of something.

Rather, I wonder if Nick is closer to a warrior.

‘Then… If Nick is really a hero…’

Even a 777 hero who received a correction equal to his luck value would most likely have already heard the information that the archenemy, the Cultist, had entered this mansion. Also, they probably think that one of the members of the group might be a cultist.

Assuming Nick is a warrior. If you think you have the same level of information as me… Wouldn’t that guy be fucking confused right now? Perhaps, between me and Bayou, who is the cultist?

‘Perhaps they think that Bayou, who keeps arguing, is a cultist… Of course, that’s under the assumption that Nick is the hero of 777.’

Of course, it might not be Nick, but the beggar Bai Yu, a hero disguised as a beggar, or maybe a completely different guy would appear out of nowhere.

“Hey. There’s a strange groove in the ceiling here.”

Then Nick, who was looking up at the ceiling so much that his neck hurt, like when Michelangelo painted the ceiling of the cathedral, called us.

“What. Can you open it?”

“Wait a minute.. If I pull it hard… It looks like it might open. Anyone is welcome, so give me a ride on the wooden horse.”

Nick asked for a wooden horse because he couldn’t reach the ceiling even though he was taller than me, who was over 180. Me and Bayu handed over roles to each other.

“What are you doing? Quickly ride the wooden horse, Bayu.”

“No. You have to do nothing.”

“What? I also found a way out hard.”

“You just glanced at the ground and kept resting!”

Whoops, I heard you. A quick-witted bastard. I wonder if he was observing my actions from time to time… It’s quite creepy.

“So. What.”

“God fucking fuck you…”

“What? What did you just say fuck you? This son of a bitch…”

“Done! It’s okay! Just I do It’s dirty…”

Bayou started to argue with Nick, probably because he thought he couldn’t win even if he fought me, who had the information.

“Hey, you little nosed kid. You go downstairs and I ride the thirsty horse.”

“Huh… Or something.”

It seemed that it didn’t matter what happened, Nick said yes and gave Bayu a ride on the wooden horse.

“Keuk.. This… It’s dirty… It doesn’t open…”

“Can’t you? There are several strength stats, but I can’t open them.”

“Ha… Shiva… Just come down and give Nick a ride on the wooden horse. I’m going to get frustrated.”

“Hey, wait…! I think it will be.. Huh?”

It was while Bayou was pulling the groove in the ceiling with a whimper.

– Knocked up.

In an instant, the ceiling was about to open.

Bai Yu, who had been pulling on her handle, was pulled upward for a moment and then came down. Yes. Surprisingly, the entrance was a structure that had to be pushed, not pulled. Bayou couldn’t open it and whimpered because he kept pulling it stupidly.

“Poem, fuck… Fucked…! What are you trying to open the door for?!”

“Hey! Hold on!! Keep pulling so they can’t come in!!”

“I can’t do it!!! Strength…!! Too strong!!!”

As if she couldn’t stand it any longer, Bayeu made a shocked expression and hurriedly got down from Nick’s shoulder.

– Leaky!!! Poududeuk!!

Soon the entrance was wide open. No, it just got ripped off.

“Aaaaa!!! What is that bastard!!!”

How hard would it have been to pull the entrance completely off? Those doubts were momentary, and soon the assailant jumped through the wide open entrance. He was a pig monster who looked like he was wearing a pig’s head.

“This..!”

Nick immediately pulled out one of the three types of swords strapped to his waist. Immediately, a soft light shone on Nick’s sword, and it soon began to glow brightly. Nick immediately fired a sword made of light at the pig-headed giant.

That look was just like… A hero using a holy sword. And the moment he used that power… I felt something unpleasant. Yes, it was a certain sense of incongruity that one could feel when facing a stigmatized person. A being with stigmata. That means that he is the one chosen by God…!

‘Yeah, as expected…! That bastard…!’

It was at that time that Nick was trying to convince himself that he was the 777’s hero. Bayou, who had been stepping back for a moment, memorized something with his palms together and used his skill. As expected, I felt an ominous energy that I didn’t know what it was… How did this happen?

“Die!!!”

While I was panicking, Bayou’s body was soon enveloped in light, and Bayou rushed at the assailant without hesitation. After being hit directly by Bayou’s torso head-butt, which was enveloped in light, the giant fell to the floor without being able to hold on, and Nick, who ran in an instant, joined Bayu and hacked the body of the assailant to pieces.

I was half-open as I looked at the two people who were strangely well matched. For some reason, the aura of stigmata was felt in both of them. Fortunately, thanks to Botamilli’s grace, my stigma, that is, the mark carved by the evil spirits, is hidden by them. What’s more, while I’m covering it up, other people can’t grasp the fact that I have stigmata… It’s really fortunate.

“Kill!!!”

“Catch and lose!!!”

“Borrow!!!”

While my head was complicated with various thoughts, the madmen took turns knocking on the assailant. In the current situation where I couldn’t find my way around, I had to watch the scene where they turned the assailant into a piece of meat. I thought it would be a headache if I went out and was accused of being a public enemy…

Yes, in a situation like this, if you use a skill incorrectly… And get discovered that you’re a cultist… No… It’s the end of your life if you find out that you’re on the Manma War side. It will surely lead to catastrophe. Maybe they’ll try to kill me, whether or not my account is deleted.

“Ha ha.. Ha.. I barely killed him…”

“He was a very tough guy…”

“Certainly… His appearance is strange… He looks like a creature from the Manma camp. Hey, you look upset. Are you okay?”

Nick smiled and kindly inquired about my safety.

‘No, fuck. I couldn’t say, ‘You guys are in the advanced camp, so I’m fucking embarrassed right now and I’m going crazy’, so I clapped at the two and smiled awkwardly.

“Uh.. Yes.. I’m fine. Good job both of you.”

Fucked.

No matter how much I think about this… There is no answer. I can really say they are the worst crew members.

“Nothing. Rather, buy it.”

“Why.”

“Have you, by any chance… Been chosen by the good gods?”

“Me? Well… That’s right. You too?”

“Of course. It can be said that he is the great champion of the gods. This…We were all on the same side after all.”

“Sheesh… I don’t like it because I’m American, but… Well…”

Nick asks for a handshake, and Bayu accepts his handshake while rubbing his nose, as if he’s embarrassed for nothing…

‘Fuck…’

Like a person sitting on a cushion of thorns, I did not know what to do. I just frowned at the warm atmosphere of the two…

“Rather than that… Where do you belong? Or do you not belong?”

“If you come this far, it won’t be an ordinary class. If that’s the case, then whether it’s Mansinjeon… Or Manmajeon, he must belong…”

Nick and Byu asked me as if they were interrogating me. I hastily made excuses to them.

“Uh… I belong to Mangwijeon.”

“Okay? The… Camp of the Old Gods?”

“That, right?”

“Huh… That’s right.”

Nick looked at me with his eyes wide open, and Bayu tilted his head in disbelief. I hurriedly took out the potions Hellas had packed in my bag and showed them to the two of them.

“Hey, look at this. I… Uh… Yes. Is a pharmacist It’s an alchemy system… So you can make a potion like this. Instead, their combat power is a bit weak.”

“Oh.. I see. Somehow, it was amazing to write an item I had never seen before.”

“Hmm.. Indeed. You also made a communication potion yourself.”

“Yeah.. That’s it.”

“If it’s Mangwijeon, it’s not a confrontational relationship. Please take care of me again.”

I took Nick’s hand and nodded his head. After all, I am a person who has no way of doing things well.