Survive as a Prison Guard in the Game

Chapter 120
Shadow Lord (6)

The world was dark.

He couldn’t see anything, nor could he feel anything. All that came through was fear, worry, and a sense of weakness.

All sorts of negative emotions.

All these emotions began to coalesce, and at some point it took shape and emerged from the darkness.

A small snake.

Someone raised their eyebrows at the snake.

-You are my weakness, my alter ego. A Shadow of me. If you become stronger, my weakness will disappear.

-I can rule this world.

The little snake shuddered at the chilling voice. It set out into the world to rid itself of the weakness that filled its heart.

At first, it devoured the shadows of insignificant plants.

A tasteless, bland flavor.

But it could make it grow, so it consumed them eagerly, and then moved on to devouring the shadows of insects.

The bottom of the ecosystem.

The fear and sense of helplessness in the face of top predators was so sweet. As it grew, new emotions sprouted from its weakness.

A strange feeling that was impossible to explain.

Eager to see what it was, it moved to devour more shadows.

Animals.

Then phantasmal species.

Eventually, it ate the shadows of humans and other various races.

As it devoured shadows of all kinds, it realized one thing.

‘It’s not only weakness.’

The shadows contained the subject’s hidden aspects, and not just their weakness, but their deepest desires and unbridled emotions.

Revenge.

A thirst for blood.

The desire to kill.

As the snake devoured the various emotions contained in the shadows, it molted several times, and the little snake became a Giant Imugi.

He had also come to understand a strange emotion.

‘Jealousy.’

In contrast to himself, which was born of all things dark and negative, others were born of warmth, positivity, and brightness.

Jealousy of that.

Soon, it became a desire to destroy everything, and the Black Imugi made a name for itself by ruling the seas.

-My alter ego, come rule the world with me.

A great war broke out on the continent.

The Black Imugi fought for his alter ego and for his own desires.

But things didn’t go exactly as they hoped.

An enemy army broke out.

From nowhere, heroes of unparalleled skill stood in their way, and in the end, the Black Imugi was defeated by a single man.

-I thought I had completely eliminated my weaknesses, but it was that weakness that caused me to fail.

The Demon God was enraged.

Although he had fought harder than anyone else.

All that came back was the blame for failing.

The Demon God forcibly stripped the Black Imugi of its power and gave it to others.

-Writhe in pain until my rage is sated.

The Demon God cast off the Black Imugi into the depths of the sea.

Stripped of all his power and abandoned, negative emotions such as fear and weakness welled up inside the Black Imugi.

In the midst of these swirling emotions.

When anger toward the Demon God sprouted.

The Goddess of Creation appeared.

-I need your help.

‘Allow me to erase the Demon God from this world. Then I will help you.’

-Okay.

The Black Imugi made a deal with the Goddess of Creation, and selected a suitable human to receive the Power of Shadows.

Someone with the most intense anger directed towards the Demon Church.

-Baskervan.

He gave him his power and lived with his wrath for many years.

Up until one day.

He felt the Power of Shadows enter the body of someone who was not Baskervan, and he moved to see who it was.

‘Hoh.’

It was surprising that he was of the blood of House Berhart that had defeated him, but far more astonishing was the desire in his heart.

A burning desire to kill the Demon God.

‘Goddess of Creation, it looks like I’ll be able to fulfill my contract with you.’

The Black Imugi called the new contractor to the Black Sea, and it didn’t take long for him to come along.

An innate talent.

A desire he still retains.

“Let me ask you one thing.”

“What is it?”

“Do you think you can kill the Demon God?”

“Of course.”

The contractor’s broad, upturned lips.

A certainty in his voice.

The Black Imugi grinned widely and laughed heartily at the sight.

“Good! I’ll hand over all my power.”

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*Rumble!* *Crack!* *Rumble!*

*Splash!*

As the God of the Sea soared high into the sky, black thunder raged, violent winds blew, and the rolling waves roared.

High above, the God of the Sea looked at him and flew quickly down.

*Hiss!*

The God of the Sea streamed into my right chest, turning inky black, creating a tattoo of a black dragon.

An immense power filled his body.

Armor of black shadows enveloped his body, and a black cloak flowed about him.

[You have broken the Shadow Lord’s Seal].

[You have claimed the Shadow Lord].

[Shadow Lord (Beginner)]

-As Lord of the Shadows, you can control all the shadows in this world.

-Increases the number of shadow alter egos to five.

-You can now customize your shadow alter ego.

-Lord mode is now accessible.

The prompts didn’t end there.

[What dreams would you like to have?]

The dream necessary to enter the Realm of Life and Death.

“The moon.”

[You will dream about the moon].

[If you dream that dream, you’ll get the Noctilucent Moon. Do you want to dream it?]

Harungel created his mid-tier swordsmanship by looking at the moon. The moon was the key to his own swordsmanship, and if he could reach the end of it through the Dream, he would be able to break through the Wall.

“Hmm.”

[After 100 days, you can make a new dream].

It’s not as long as he expected.

This too would be shortened by an enlightenment along the way.

With a contented smile, he raised his hand.

Gloves made of shadows wrapped around his hands.

“Is this Lord Mode?”

It was similar to a vampire’s awakening, but with a more explosive use of shadow power.

He heard the voice of the God of the Sea in his head.

‘Think of a dragon.’

As he suggested, Redin recalled the image of a dragon he’d seen in the game, and the shadows took shape, creating a dragon.

Leaping onto the dragon’s back.

With a strong beating of its wings, the dragon soared into the sky. Anyway, his business here was done. He set the shadow dragon on a course to leave the Shadow Archipelago and head for the mainland.

Breakneck speed

As he marveled at the rapidly approaching mainland, the dormant god of the sea within him reached out.

‘I have something to tell you, and a favor to ask.’

“What is it?”

‘Henry Baskervan came to me once before he was captured. He asked me to protect his daughter for him.’

“So…”

When Seria had given him access to the Shadow Arts, the God of the Sea had appeared right away.

“You can just keep protecting her.”

‘My oath to the Goddess of Creation prevents me from directly interfering with the world, and now that I’ve given you everything I have, there’s no way I can continue to protect her.’

“Seria will take care of herself.”

The God of the Sea released a huff and spoke.

‘I am well aware of her talents. If it weren’t for you, I would have given her everything, but there is a problem.’

“Problem?”

‘There are those who are after her.’

This is something he’d heard from the captain before.

“I heard.”

‘Do you know who they are?’

“The one who bewitched Henry’s lackey and then shipped him off to Burning Hell. Some guy named Rodwell is looking for Seria.”

‘The one I’ve been told about is the Demon Church.’

‘Demon Church?’, Redin suddenly frowned.

He wonders why they’re out here.

“What do you mean?”

‘Henry Baskervan told me so. That he fell into one of their traps. And he wants me to keep them from finding his daughter.’

Demon Church and Rodwell.

No matter how much effort he expended on the information he hold, or how much he dredged up old memories, there was no connection between the two.

The Orberg Empire and Demon Church.

Both wanted control of the entire continent, and fought territorial wars more fiercely than anybody else.

A relationship with a deep seated chasm of animosity.

‘Hold on.’

‘What if they were on the same side, and then something happened in the middle that separated them?’

Redin mulled it over.

“Did Henry mention anything else?”

‘None.’

“There’s so little information.”

If Rodwell alone had ties to the Demon Church, or if the Oberg Empire as a whole had ties to the Demon Church.

This will only be solved by taking Rodwell down.

“Protecting Seria shouldn’t be difficult, but she’s been hiding well so far. Do you need my help?”

‘Like I said, I gave you everything I had. In doing so, the protection that kept her safe disappeared. It will only be a matter of time before the Demon Church finds her.’

“Really?”

If the Demon Church is targeting Seria.

Perhaps he could capture those who are hunting her and get information from them.

“Very well. I’ll grant you this favor.”

In the Shadow Lord mode, Redin could sense the position of those who wielded the power of the shadows.

One on the Burning Hell side.

Another in the Adrian Kingdom.

Redin created and sent a shadow alter ego to Seria’s side. If she is in danger, his alter ego will move.

‘Thank you.’

“We have to work together in the future, it’s the least I can do.”

‘I’ve expended too much energy talking with you, let’s talk another time.’

The voice of the God of the Sea faded away.

*Swoooooshh!!*

As he sorted through the information he’d gained so far, he was beginning to see his destination.

Obelia Castle looming beneath his feet.

After deactivating the Shadow Lord mode, the dragon in the sky naturally vanished.

*Shhhh!*

Seeing the mansion to the West, he created a Shadow Alter Ego and used Shadow Shift to instantly teleport to the ground.

“Hu…”

At the sight of the newly constructed mansion, he stepped inside. The vampires guarding the entrance made way for him.

“Where is the executive office?”

“It’s on the third floor.”

Walking up a flight of stairs, he entered Fabian’s office.

The door hung wide open.

Redin stepped inside and found Fabian reading something with a serious expression on his face.

*Knock!* *Knock!*

He knocked on the door and Fabian lifted his head.

“Vice Captain!”

“Why do you look so serious?”

“Oh. It’s nothing serious.”

“Okay?”

Sitting down on the luxurious couch, Redin inquired.

“How are things going on the Imperial Knights’ part?”

“The Three Dukes have joined forces and are blatantly pushing us back.”

Fabian pulled out a map and sat down in front of him. He placed the words of each organization in the circles with their identification plates.

“As of now, Pierre’s side has two, Hekan’s has three, and the Untouchables have two.”

“And us?”

“We only got hold of the first badge, and the second, which was our target, has been taken by the Hekans.”

“I take it you’ve moved on to Plan C?”

“Yes. We’ve stopped attempting to secure the identification badges and are focusing on trying to figure out what the other side is planning to do.”

Fabian gestured once more.

“At this point, we’ve lured them into following us using the badge as bait. They’re probably headed here for a confrontation right now.”

A forest near Obelia Castle.

Fabian stood up from his seat, looking at the forest he had circled.

“Has anyone returned to the castle?”

“None as of yet.”

“Is that so? Then let’s make some space. We should give back as much as we received.”

“What do you mean by ‘making some space’?”

Fabian asked Redin.

“The identification badge auction.”