Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 117
Shadow Lord (3)

“Huff”

“Hmmm”

Breathing evenly, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly.

After taking down the Second Boss, the Third Wave flooded in. A different level compared to the second wave.

It was more difficult to face even with his shadow alter ego.

Huge demons tore through the shadows and attacked from all directions.

“Grrrrrr!”

A Black Bear’s Paw charged down containing the power of purification.

*BOOOOOOM!!*

The demons were swept away, and the one remaining shadow alter ego was recalled. The remaining mana was pumped up.

Briefly putting his sword into the subspace pouch, he spread out his hands.

[Shapeshifting Phoenix]

A searing hot fire erupted from his core and spread throughout his body, engulfing him in blue flames.

A flame that consumes everything.

He stretched his arms toward the sky, and blue flames formed the shape of a giant phoenix, flapping its wings.

*Fwoosh!*

The demons moving toward him were melted by the phoenix’s flames.

“Keeekkk!”

As they melted off quickly.

There were some demons with fire resistance.

Little by little, they approached him as they weathered the Phoenix’s flames.

“Let’s end this.”

With that, he clenched his outstretched arm into a fist and slammed it down.

The flying phoenix flapped its wings, circling above and plunged down towards the ground.

*Fwoosh!*

Azure flames spread with the flapping of its wings.

The searing heat surged, incinerating the surrounding area.

With it, all of the demons vaporized.

In their wake, a scatter of black ash.

The Final Boss appeared, heralding the end of the wave.

The Chimera.

An experiment of the Priests of the Demon Church, created by splicing and recombining all the best parts of an animal, monster, or demon.

From a troll’s body.

A lizard’s tail.

Tattered wings.

An apparent skeletal head of a dragon.

And a whole plethora of other mixed things.

*Crackle!*

The skeletal chimera’s mouth opened and flames coalesced. A dragon’s breath.

*Swooosh!!*

Releasing his phoenix form, he took on the Chimera’s blast of flame. At the edge of certain demise, a prompt came up.

[Blazing Soul]

With all his health and mana restored, he grabbed Harungel’s second sword, Moonlight.

Stance steadied, he gathered up his mana.

A technique that can be considered a one-hit deathblow.

Harungel’s swordsmanship, mid-1st level.

Half moon slash.

An aura blade formed itself into a half-moon shape as it extended from Moonlight, slicing the chimera in half.

“Kkieeeeg!”

With the Chimera’s death, the entire world shattered. As everything crumbled to dust, the dungeon was no more.

His arms were trembling.

Recalling that before, he had collapsed from being completely drained, it seemed that his body was slowly adapting to using the Half Moon Slash.

“Huu…”

The scene around him was dark.

Picking up the light-emitting item on the ground, he illuminated the lakeside area.

A black chalice on an altar.

As the dungeon disintegrated, the chalice’s seal was broken and intense demonic energy poured out.

Using a shadow alter ego.

He used it to grab the black chalice, and the Shadow became agitated, and then sent out a frantic message.

“Eat it.”

And with permission.

The shadow alter ego’s mouth opened wide and devoured the black chalice. With a gulp, it passed down its throat, and then the clone automatically vanished.

“Ugh!”

His entire body convulsed.

The shadow devoured a powerful curse.

He struggled, belching out demonic energy.

[The shadow is struggling].

[If this continues, the shadow will be consumed by the curse].

Redin felt as if his entire body was about to break.

Taking out holy water from his subspace pouch, he poured it into his mouth, and pumped up the purifying power to restrain the curse as much as possible.

“You can do it.., right?”

*Crack!*

*Snap!*

He endured the pain that came as his bones shattered. Breaking out in a cold sweat, Redin gritted his teeth and held on.

He wondered how long since…

[The Shadow breaks free of the Curse’s clutches].

[The Shadow has consumed the Curse].

[Ding!]

[You have achieved your dream of becoming a Shadow Lord].

[You have attained the Shadow Lord].

[Shadow Lord (Sealed)]

-To break the seal, you must pass the Sea God’s test.

-You must break the seal to have the next dream.

The prompt did not end there.

[You’ve reached the Wall of Flowers].

At last.

The imminent life-and-death wall that he had initially set his sights on is almost within reach. Although Redin doesn’t know how long it will take him to get over that hurdle.

He had the Phalaenopsis Dream (S)

Of course, in order to use it, he had to break the Shadow Lord’s seal.

“The Sea God.”

The place where he is is the Shadow Archipelago.

If he breaks the Shadow Lord’s seal there, and he choose to break the Wall in his next dream, he can easily reach the Life and Death Path.

‘Heh’

So worth the effort.

Smiling with satisfaction, he recalled his last errand.

“When will you come?”

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A faint peak visible up ahead.

Daylon took a swig of the holy water he’d packed beforehand.

Using the holy water to stop the erosion caused by the demonic energy.

As he stepped inside the base, he was met with a landscape of barren land and ruined buildings that still bore the marks of war.

A sense of desolation pervades the space.

Slowly, he made his way to the chapel.

*Thud!*

*Thud!*

Each step echoed through the chapel. When he reached what he assumed was a statue of the Demon God, there was a path leading down to the lower level.

*Ooohh!*

An item that emits light was used.

As he followed the stairs down to the bottom, he saw a small lake and a man sitting nearby.

A face that shouldn’t be in this world.

“Redin.”

Redin smiled lightly at the sight of Daylon.

“You’re here.”

“How are you?”

“Good. By the way you don’t seem surprised, I guess you’ve been expecting this for some time.”

“You’re not one to die easily, are you?”

Daylon walked over to Redin’s side and sat down.

“I knew you weren’t dead, but I still didn’t expect you to contact me so soon.”

“We should meet at least once, and I figured now would be a good time.”

“The world is a mess.”

“What’s the situation in Burning Hell these days?”

Daylon clicked his tongue.

“Tsk. The mines that supply the magic stones were attacked not long ago.”

“Have the culprits been identified?”

“The Demon Cult.”

“You mean the Demon Church?”

“Tsk, it’s not just the mines. We’re getting reports of them appearing all over the continent, and we’re trying to track them down, but they’re in deep in the dark, so it’s not easy.”

“And the Six Kingdoms are keeping quiet?”

Daylon nodded at Redin’s question.

He recounted the information he’d gleaned from his conversations with Rukel before coming here.

“All the attention is focused on the Oberg Empire.”

“Hmmm…”

“Speaking of which, how is the situation in the empire?”

“As you heard, they are preparing to attack the six kingdoms.”

“It’s going to be hard to take on the Six Kingdoms with just the power of the Oberg Empire, isn’t it?”

“It seems that there are people inside the kingdoms who will help them. I haven’t figured out who they are yet, but it shouldn’t take long.”

“Is there a way?”

“The leader of the Darkness Seven is trying to create a special group like Cerberus, and I’m thinking of going in there and getting some more information.”

Daylon sighed.

“It won’t be easy. The information about the special group has already been mapped out, and if he’s got any sense, he’ll know he has a spy.”

“I was expecting that. He’ll probably try to weed them out when he builds his team.”

Redin chuckled.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I already have something in place, and I’ll let you know as soon as I have the information.”

“Let me know if you need any help.”

“Then there’s something I’d like to ask of you right away.”

“What is it.”

“I need Heather.”

“Heather?”

Heather was currently busily occupied within Cerberus.

Developing artifacts to make missions easier.

It’s a bit of a concern because things are really starting to pick up speed with the number of people they have recently added to the team.

However, Daylon figured if Redin needed him, there had to be a good reason.

After all, this guy cares about Burning Hell more than anyone else.

“Where do you want me to send him?”

“You can send him to the Eleanor Store. I’ll make sure it doesn’t interfere with what you guys are doing in Burning Hell, so you don’t have to worry too much.”

“I’m sure you’ll take care of it.”

Daylon replied with a nod.

“Is this the end of why you asked to see me?”

“What I wanted to ask of you is done, and I have something to give you.”

Redin pulled out a map and pointed to a region in the Adrian Kingdom.

“If you go here, you will find a Demon Church Priest.”

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After parting ways with Daylon, he stopped by Marek’s storehouse in the Kingdom of Resha. As soon as he walked into the executive office, Marek greeted him.

“Welcome.”

Shaking hands, he sat down on the couch.

“Do you have the things I asked for?”

“Of course.”

Marek brought over a small box.

Opening it, he found the items he’d asked for, from teleportation scrolls to a selection of potions.

He stuffed them into his subspace pouch.

In the deepest recesses, a vial of yellow liquid. This was something he hadn’t asked for.

“What is this?”

“Sophia’s newest creation. The effect is amazing. I used it on a guy who had his finger cut off and it stuck right back on.”

“Ho…”

‘Looks like she’s already made power elixirs.’

She managed to develop various potions even when she had no capital, so her research speed must have increased when she had a huge financial backing.

Staring at the bottle of power elixir, he asked.

“How long does it take to make this?”

“She mentioned that it takes three months to make one.”

“That’s a long time.”

“The ingredients are insane, and it’s expensive. And it takes an awful lot of time.”

Shoving the bottle into his subspace pouch, he rose from his seat.

“Tell her I’ll put this to good use.”

“Sophia wants me to pass along her thanks. Thanks to you, she’s been able to do more of her research and run the charity foundation that she’s always dreamed of.”

“That’s good.”

“Well, I’ll see you next time.”

“Oh. And there will be people here who will be putting my name forward. The woman you saw last time, do you recall?”

“The one with the pale face?”

“Yes. When she comes, just get her what she needs. There will be a mage coming, and you can send him to where the woman is.”

“I understand.”

Marek waved his hand.

He picked up the teleportation scroll he’d left behind. Drawing up mana, he sent it to the scroll and tore it into two.

*Oooohh!!*

The teleportation magic changed his surroundings. Redin could smell the salty air and see the blue ocean.

The ocean at the southern end of the continent.

A dark cloudy area in the distance. That was Brassel’s stronghold, and the Shadow Archipelago, where the House Baskervan was located.

*Pooh-pooh!* *Pooh-pooh!*

The sound of sailing boats echoed.

A huge seaport in the direction of the noise.

Free City of Emer.

It is a city centered around the fishing industry, supplying the kingdoms with the finest fish.

Hundreds of ships in the harbor.

The harbor was bustling with people preparing to go to sea.

Redin set off on foot, heading for Emer.

A special ship was needed to reach the Shadow Islands. The Shadow Archipelago ships designed by Baskervan.

He needs to find it first.

“Are they still in possession of it?”