Chapter 153 – 153. A Starting Dream Team?

Three dolls were sitting in a dark room, staring at the screen with expressionless faces. On the screen they were watching, Cho Joon and his crew members were projected from a top view.

The girls, in order from the right, were a pure white doll wearing a dress with lots of lace and ribbons, a tattooed doll wearing a funky dress studded with chains and studs, and a doll wearing a jet-black gothic style dress.

They were jewelers who sponsored Nick, Byu, and Cho Joon, respectively.

While other jewelers in another room watching the screen wished each other well and cheered on the agents on the screen, it was very quiet here.

Awkward mood. Silence envelops. And the thick hostility underlying such heavy air meant that the relationship between them was very bad.

“Hmm… By chance… The three of us ended up in the same group.”

Eventually, the pure white jeweler, who could not stand the awkward silence, opened his mouth.

“I know.”

The jet-black jeweler agreed with her coldly. She didn’t want to open her mouth. It was because the other two were virtually hostile to each other.

That’s because she bet on the devil’s apostle.

“Hey… But I hope the mission is successful. I’d rather everyone go to the end without knowing each other’s identity…”

“I know.”

Conversation was interrupted. The funky doll opened its mouth in a more chilled atmosphere.

“Shit. I’m here to have fun… Why do I have to deal with this awkwardness between you two?”

The funky doll sitting in the middle took out a lolly pop from her bosom and started chewing on it.

They were speechless again.

“Hmm..”

“Kuhm.”

“Eww..”

Soon, a pig’s head appeared on the screen at the slaughterhouse, and as Nick and Bayou beat him to death, the three puppets swallowed their saliva.

One revealed his identity, the other faked his identity. The last one was a scene where I was watching the two of them in a daze.

The jewelers watching the screen thought to themselves.

‘Please… The world is wide and there are many strong people… Don’t be too mean…’

The pure white doll put her hands together and prayed. Of course, there was no god I believed in.

‘Yeah.. More lose! Make a very juktang!! Tear it up! Blood!! Death!!’

The funky doll enthusiastically cheered on its agent. She only pursued her intense pleasure.

‘Aim… Never reveal your identity… Opportunities always come…’

The gothic jeweler hoped Jo Jun would continue to deceive the other two. Because I didn’t have to reveal my identity.

They were patrons of Savior, Trickster, and Cultist, respectively.

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Now that Nick showed off his sword of light and Bayou used a strange skill that allowed him to be wrapped in light, the two of them, who had determined that each belonged to the pantheon, were looking at me very suspiciously.

The way he looked at me with his eyes wide open, as if asking if I was a convert to an evil spirit, was threatening that if he was a cultist, he would kill me on the spot.

In the end, I had no choice but to make excuses that didn’t work.

“I belong to Mangwijeon.”

I couldn’t help it. I didn’t have any skills or tools to support it to be called a pioneer camp, and it seemed that my actions would be too restrictive to be deceived as a general worker.

If you say it’s a general job and then use skills such as unclean touch or rising flesh, the fact that you’re a special job will be exposed right away, and if you do, disbelief may deepen even more because you deceived them.

It didn’t work. Since I realized that both of them were on the side of the good god, I had to make them believe me to some degree. That way, you can feed one person red wine of oblivion to erase their memories, and read Manti’s Book to another person, sealing them away for about 10,000 hours. If only I could get the timing to use both… Both of them are doomed.

So, the most appropriate excuse I came up with to deceive these guys was Manguijeon. While all the classes on the Shinseng side use skills that generate light or something flashing effects, Mangwijeon felt like a collection of all gods that were neither one nor the other, rather than a common feeling. That’s why the skills didn’t have a unified style, so it was perfect for deception.

‘From my point of view, Mangwijeon was a mess, so I won’t be able to use skills directly related to chaos or the abyss, but I don’t think I’ll be suspicious even if I use other skills…’

That’s why I thought that even if I used a skill that looked a bit cunning, I might be able to gloss over it. Above all, there are many potions received from Hellas or tools purchased on the black market, so if you say that it is a non-combat job rather than a combat job, it gives you a professional feel. Anyway, for that reason, I lied about Mangwijeon.

“Ha ha.. Haha.. Now, look here. See the potions?”

“Certainly. Same with the communication potion a while ago. I think the pharmacist is right.”

When I took out the potion from the bag and showed it to him, Nick’s suspicion disappeared. Bayou still looked disapproving of something… But didn’t say anything different.

Somehow, it seems that the current situation has been avoided. But this really turned out to be a mess. I suddenly became a member of Mangwijeon, and to my surprise, the two scumbags standing in front of me who had lost their tempers were both from the Manshinjeon side.

I want to get out of this fucking place ASAP. I want to see slaves…

‘By the way, what are the criteria for selecting people for these bastards of the Pantheon? Are they only picking people with bad personalities?’

I think it’s really just random. It’s not random, so there’s no way I’m just picking out trash like this.

‘No, there is a possibility that only these guys were really selected. Good guys… They were like dog psychos…’

From what I’ve seen, good people don’t seem to be good people by human standards. How can I say it, it should be said that hypocrisy and clumps of pretense make up images with things that somehow look good, such as light or white, and it feels like they are claiming to be good people.

Of course, it didn’t seem like they were going to receive human sacrifices like evil gods, but… Is that really the standard?

‘Did human sacrifice divide the standard of good and evil? Will it be that simple? Apparently, in my last conversation with the jeweler… She said that. The evil gods are skeptics, and the good gods are fatalists. It’s not something to ponder deeply right now… I’ll have to ask the question later when I get out of here safely.’

For now, we need to turn the conversation topic back to completing the quest and escaping the mansion. There is nothing to be thankful for by continuing to talk about Jinyoung. There is a limit to lying, and if I keep on fooling around, I’ll find out that I’m not part of Mangwijeon.

“Once the entrance is open, let’s move quickly. According to the information I heard, there are about four more monsters like that roaming around this mansion… Because these guys come back to life even if you kill them.”

“They’re immortal… That’s a nuisance.”

“Hmm.. Is this accurate information?”

The moment Bayu asked if my words were true, the pig-headed monster that had turned into a piece of meat began to wriggle.

“What the fuck!! It was real!!”

“Daddy, hurry up and leave…”

We hurried out of the slaughterhouse.

“Coke… Is it dust?”

“It looks like spores.”

I immediately put on a gas mask.

“I’ve brought that to you.”

“I see… Mangwijeon is well prepared.”

Bayu who looks at me with envious eyes, and Nick who agrees without hesitation. I made no reply. To let them be misled at will.

“The hallway is darker than that.”

“Let’s just keep going… There’s something we need to find.”

“What is it?”

“That’s… I’ll tell you later, so follow me for now.”

I took the lead. Bayu and Nick follow me. After the two found out that they both belonged to the pantheon… Something, the quarrels were significantly reduced. Maybe it’s because I told you to keep your mouth shut, but… More than that. I don’t like it because I feel like I’m starting to feel the same camaraderie.

I’d rather stand up and growl. What is this mysterious feeling, as if the enemies are watching me as a team in an instant? It’s like I’m being bullied by myself… Damn it. I really want to see slaves.

“Hey, something is moving…”

“This..”

After walking for a long time in the winding corridors of a dark, gloomy and very old mansion, Bayou sensed something. You seem to have better cognitive abilities than me… Do you have a skill like omnidirectional sense?

We followed Bayeu’s advice and hid ourselves in the corner. Soon I saw a woman wearing a rabbit mask at the end of the hallway. She was dipping her awl down at the already limp corpse.

“^$#@^%!!! (Smelly!!!) !%$#%^#$%!!! Haha!! Blood smells good!!!)”

The woman wearing a rabbit mask screamed loudly.

“What do you mean…?”

“Kuhmm… That’s such a strange language. I am hearing it for the first time too.”

Nick and Bayeu did not understand the woman’s cry.

‘Am I the only one who understands..? That woman belongs to Manma, so I’m the only one who understands…’

I didn’t bother to show that I understood.

“But… I don’t know if we need to hide.”

“Okay. That woman looks weaker than that pig head?”

Watching the rabbit mask’s hysterical destruction, Bayu questioned why we were hiding, and at that moment, Nick drew his sword and walked towards the rabbit mask. Bayou followed suit, and I stood still, contemplating what to do next.

“$%^&#^%^!!! (What are you guys!!!)”

“I don’t know what you mean. Die.”


Bayou and Nick performed a sword dance. I was staring blankly at them fighting through the hallways. There was no room for me to intervene, and the purpose was to observe their skills more closely.


‘Even if it’s not now… Because I’ll have to fight someday.’


I don’t know which of the two is really my real adversary, but they were the opponents that I had to kill someday. Watching the battle with that thought in mind, I could feel the fact that both of them were quite strong. Nick had almost no gaps in using his sword, and Bayou used various skills freely, such as recklessly pushing the opponent and blocking his vision in between.

‘He’s strong… If both of them fight Mer… Still, will Mer win?’

-Kiik..

At that time, the door behind them opened slightly, and through the gap, they found pupils watching the battle scene. They were distracted by Bayeu and Nick and didn’t notice me standing to the side.

‘Survivor… Are you the colleague of the one who just died from the rabbit mask?’

While Nick and Bayeu were distracted by the rabbit mask, I opened the door to catch the guys who were watching the fight between the two.

-Bang!

“Hee hee!!!”

I thought it was two men who kicked so hard that the door was broken, and I thought it was a woman.

“Hmm. Bracelet…”

Hiding in a warehouse-like room was a Southeast Asian woman and a white boy. The wrists of the two were filled with bracelets similar to mine. It must be a bracelet that communicates with the team members.

It’s probably other players who entered the mansion. Apparently, they must be the fellows of the dead guy who was stabbed with an awl by the rabbit mask.

“Please, don’t kill us.”

“Please.”

A Southeast Asian and a white boy shed tears and begged me to save them. In the middle of the battle, Nick and Bayeu didn’t notice that there were survivors here. They were still fighting the woman in the rabbit mask. Because the rabbit woman was a bit faster than the two of them, it was not easy to kill the rabbit mask. The rabbit mask was avoiding attacks by going back and forth between the walls and the ceiling.

“Ha…”

I prayed for both hands and stretched out my hands toward the weeping guys. The moment they met me, they had already lost their will to fight. I don’t know how these cowardly bastards got chosen by the jeweler and crawled here… First of all, these guys are my slaves from now on.

At first, I thought about killing them, but they both seem to know how to use English, so I saved them for now. Since the potion is a waste, you should communicate through Nick, and throw it away appropriately around the time you leave. In the meantime, I think I can use these as bait or as meat shields to disarm traps.

“Stand up, both of you.”

I don’t understand the language, but my command works. The two stood up at my command.

“Do not let others know in any way that I have enslaved you. It is a command. And no betrayal, no self-harm. If you keep your mouth shut and follow me well, I will let you go out alive. Got it?”

They couldn’t understand what I was saying, but they were forced to inject meaning into it, probably because it was an order, and they quickly nodded.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Thank you. Thank you very much.”

The white boy cried and hung his head. The Southeast Asian woman embraced the boy with an expression full of courage. It seemed that he intended to protect it until the end.

“Hmm…”

Soon, the fighting in the corridor entered a lull. Looking out of the room to check, the monster in the rabbit mask was dead miserably under Bayou.

“It’s over?”

“Of course! It was nothing!”

Nick replied excitedly, wiping the blood off his face. I took two people hiding in the shed and approached them.

“What?”

“Hiding in a warehouse. Brought. It must have been a colleague of the dead guy over there.”

After answering Nick’s question, Nick nodded and tried to talk to them. At that time, Bayu, who was looking at me suspiciously from the side, asked insinuatingly.

“I didn’t kill you this time.”

“I didn’t kill Nick because he was scared because I killed him earlier. Why. What. Do you pick? Are you arguing with me now? Am I just taking them out of the mansion? Leave you and just go? Byu You want to stay in the mansion alone?”

“Shit! Stop threatening me! This fucking fucker… And I’m keeping an eye on him… Be careful… The self-proclaimed pharmacist Breads.”

Bayou’s suspicious gaze. I was a little embarrassed for a moment and cursed at him.

“What do you mean? Crazy guy is fucking Shut up and take a good look at your future. Don’t fight with me for being friends with Nick. You’re a rotten bastard like a Maratang.”

“Tada, what kind of curse is that?”

“Mistress. I don’t know. I’m sensitive, so don’t talk to me.”

For some reason, Baiyu didn’t seem to believe that I was a pharmacist belonging to Manguiden. Damn fucking bastard If it weren’t for the manor’s fucking rules, he’d be dead at my hands in first place… Let’s be patient. I must endure the strongest..

Just then, after talking with the two of them, Nick spoke to us.

“This is from the Philippines and his name is Lina. This boy is Canadian and his name is Jacob. It is possible to escape only with three people. Cheer up both. I will do my best to save you.”

Nick smiled kindly and patted the Southeast Asian woman and the white boy on the shoulders. The Southeast Asian woman looked moved by Nick’s words, and the boy thanked him by wiping his eyes.

“Goodbye. Now let’s move again. Something… Seems to be coming.”

Bayou frowned as he glared at the road we had come from. Did the pig monster wake up again?

The moment I thought so.

Something overwhelming emanated from the end of the hallway opposite where we were standing. Soon the door at the end of the hallway opened and something came out.

“Daddy Pig… Is dead.. Are you… The culprits…?”

A monster wearing a wolf mask was standing at the end of the hallway and glaring at us.