How To Suck Honey With Extras [EN]: Chapter 229

“My guess is this place was originally built as an attack facility.”

The existence of the sealed spirit here also bothers me, and more than anything, according to the original story, there must be some weapons hidden to bomb the surface.

This place is a weapon originally made to destroy the continent, even before it was a dungeon.

Why something like that is floating around in the sky, well, I don’t know, so let’s put that aside.

It’s true that this place is dangerous.

And it’s also true that he’s aiming for it.

“I declare. I will take this dungeon and blow up the Selvas Kingdom first. That way, I will make all humans kneel before me.”

If one kingdom is turned into a wasteland as an example, other countries will naturally have no choice but to yield.

“…That’s crazy.”

An idea that even Cruise would be appalled by.

I don’t even know what to say after hearing it directly.

But…

I took a few steps forward, staring at him as if to meet his gaze head-on, and chuckled.

“But what if you’re disturbed here? No, before that, who said they’d let you go so easily?”

No one says it will be smooth sailing.

In the original story, he gradually took control of this place by infiltrating numerous subordinates.

But here, he’s alone.

Of course, it will take time.

He admits that too.

“I suppose… To take this place, I must eliminate you guys who have entered here. That would be the top priority.”

He admitted it.

That’s why he waited.

To deal with the interlopers before reaching the summit.

Cruise and I are ready to fight right away.

We plan to attack as soon as he acts.

“However, I have no intention of dealing with you directly. At least not now.”

But Pelen Throne then said this.

“What I waited for was to confirm your existence and see your actions before my eyes. …These should be enough to keep you busy for a while.”

As he simply raised and waved his hand, a number of presences appeared.

“…Monsters?”

All sorts of monsters are now surrounding us and glaring.

The number is almost hundreds.

Each one of them makes the Kraken we faced on the middle floors look like a joke.

“I wondered why the number of monsters was strangely low when coming up here.”

I occasionally saw the corpses of monsters, but even so, I was wondering if there were too few.

“He tamed them. Putting aside the question of how that’s possible…”

“There’s nothing strange about it. The Forellos Empire has also researched methods of taming monsters with magical tools.”

“It’s not that troublesome. If it’s just teaching simple commands, you don’t even need to use such things.”

Pelen Throne scoffed and said.

“It’s the same as beasts. Even if they are monsters, if they have instincts, they have no choice but to succumb to power.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you beat them up to tame them in a very elegant way.”

It means he slaughtered a few as an example to tame them.

Perhaps that’s why they don’t shrink back even when possessing the scales of the spirit, Ballant. Is it because they fear that man more?

“Make them fear me and attack those who are not me. Isn’t it simple enough?”

“…I didn’t know that a reign of terror would work on monsters too.”

As if to prove that, the monsters ignore Pelen Throne and glare at us.

They really fear that man.

How did he tame them?

“Go.”

He briefly commands and crushes something.

Looking closely, it’s a monster’s head.

I see. It’s his style.

If they don’t follow, he shows them an example and instills fear in their instincts.

Control by force, according to his ideology.

I hate to admit it, but in the short term, there’s no more effective method than that.

“They’re coming.”

“…I know!”

As we unhesitatingly draw up mana, the monsters howl and pounce from all directions.

Cruise defends with magic, and I simultaneously use spirit magic to counterattack.

As a wave of fire sweeps through, those who jump to the front are burned to ashes, but the next monsters pounce right away.

There are so many.

“Focus on these guys first! The numbers are no joke!”

Pelen Throne, watching us deal with the monster horde in a hurry, smiles as if that’s enough and rises to his feet.

“I will settle the score with you later. Follow me slowly.”

That must have been his plan from the start.

To confirm with his own eyes that our feet are tied and head to the room with the reward.

Does he mean he’ll deal with the rest after getting everything here?

“Where do you think you’re going to run off to!”

As soon as he shows signs of retreating, Cruise shouts as if bursting with anger and steps forward.

However, the monsters get in the way, making it impossible to chase him.

“Cruise! Don’t chase him rashly!”

“This isn’t the time for that!”

Even so, I stop Cruise, who is trying to break through, and reach out my hand.

In the direction I reached out, Sprite’s lightning violently sweeps through, piercing and killing the monster that was trying to chase Cruise.

“…I guess there’s no choice.”

Cruise also admits that she can’t ignore the monsters and move forward, and starts focusing on this side.

Fire rages, instantly eliminating the monsters that surrounded her.

“It’s possible to sweep them away somehow, but it’s troublesome to chase him while dealing with them. Let’s focus on one thing.”

If we get counterattacked, there’s nothing we can do.

‘And it doesn’t matter.’

The reason I didn’t chase him wasn’t just because my feet were tied.

It was obvious enough that he wouldn’t face me anyway.

I just needed to buy a few seconds.

‘…Probably by now.’

I had been calculating the timing all along.

As if it happened as I expected, soon another presence was added.

“Euryaaaaaaaat!”

Shouting, a large young man wildly swings his spear, crushing a monster as if pressing down on it and piercing it.

“Surely that person is…”

Cruise frowned as she looked at him.

She doesn’t know his name, but she remembers fighting together.

“It’s Alnix.”

The one who just burst in is Alnix, Sylvester’s comrade.

‘He must have come nearby. He got the spirit, found the passage, and climbed up.’

His presence is welcome.

It’s not just that our combat power has increased.

Moreover, the one who appeared now is only Alnix.

“Alnix!”

“…Huh? What? Aileon, you were here too?! Wait! Let me ask you one thing! You that…”

“I know what you want to say, but let’s focus on this first!”

Maybe what Alnix wants to argue about is because of the information I gave him.

I know, I know.

“Monsters are coming.”

“What? Keuaaaak?!”

However, before Alnix could finish speaking, he was hit in the back by a monster and rolled away.

Even though he looks like that, he probably didn’t take much damage.

His body is sturdy.

“See? It’s dangerous.”

“…Tch! I got it! Let’s deal with these guys first and then ask!”

In the end, Alnix shouts loudly as if he lost and swings his spear to face the monsters.

Thanks to him, it became easier.

He drew the monsters’ attention, and we were able to sweep away the surroundings with wide-area attacks.

“…Come to think of it, Alnix? Weren’t you with Sylvester?”

“Yeah! I was with him!”

As expected.

“Then what about Sylvester?”

But the one who burst in now is only Alnix, Sylvester didn’t come.

The meaning is simple.

I twinkled my eyes as I expected.

“Tch! You know! You already wrote it down!”

“…Well, I asked to confirm.”

I wrote down various things when I passed on the information.

However, rather than writing everything directly, I wrote it in a way that could be inferred to some extent.

And Sylvester must have successfully subdued the spirit.

The rest is simple.

Based on the clues obtained there, Sylvester must have realized the identity of this dungeon as well.

Then maybe that friend too…

“He headed up first!”

“…I see.”

As expected, Sylvester headed straight up.

The fact that he sent only Alnix here probably means that he is aware of the situation to some extent.

‘Then I can leave the rest to him…’

From the beginning, I had no intention of directly negotiating with Pelen Throne.

That’s not my role.

I’m just buying time until he arrives.

The only one who has to defeat the villain is one person.

Our protagonist, that silver-haired boy.

I’ll leave the rest to him.

* * *

All dungeons are said to have a mysterious commonality.

Dungeons have treasures buried in them, and there is always a boss guarding them.

No matter how different the architectural style is, no matter how different the monsters that exist, that much is common.

Among recent scholars, various opinions are divided over the reason.

There must be some purpose.

From ‘It’s the tomb of some king, so it was made that way’ to ‘It’s just a coincidence,’ an irresponsible observation.

Various hypotheses abound.

‘Foolish.’

Pelen Throne scoffed at all the hypotheses and recalled the real purpose.

“…Everything is to pass on the technology of the previous civilization to future generations.”

The objects stored in thoroughly sealed dungeons have a high probability of avoiding destruction and being passed on to future humans after a long time.

In other words, it was made to pass on.

The advice and gifts left by the humans of the previous civilization.

But now, no one will be aiming for the treasure for that purpose.

The things of today do not know the kindness left by the humans of the past.

“They have no purpose or value in obtaining this.”

Pelen Throne looked up at the huge door with conviction.

He has finally reached the end of the dungeon.

Passing through this place will give him the authority to take this dungeon.

It’s like getting the throne to wield absolute power.

Pelen Throne reached out to the door without hesitation.

The dungeon door opens when you touch it like this.

It doesn’t matter what kind of human it is.

Whether it’s a good person or an evil person, a child or an old man.

Gender, race, and species are irrelevant, the door opens as long as you can touch this place.

But there is a meaning.

“The absolute condition for opening the dungeon’s treasure vault is that a creature with mana flowing through its body and personality will touch it.”

Authentication only to distinguish beings with life and intelligence.

And if you have power, the dungeon allows access.

Drrrrrrrrrrr.

The door opens with a rough sound.

The sealed space opens, and outside air is sucked into it, causing a strange current to rush in.

As he steps inside, a huge object is struck down on his head.

“Hmm, a gatekeeper?”

The boss guarding the dungeon’s treasure.

The types of guardians vary from dungeon to dungeon.

Sometimes they bring in ferocious monsters, and sometimes they capture demons or celestials and bind them with contracts.

Or there are dungeons where high-ranking spirits comparable to spirit kings are enshrined.

If not, the dungeon itself attacks.

The boss here was a strange being with pure white wings.

“Huh. Just a celestial… How boring. I had some expectations.”

Celestial.

In the world, they are beings corresponding to demons, and if demons are evil beings, they are intelligent beings who are revered as sacred beings.

Six wings, so is it a higher-ranking individual?

The person who built this dungeon must have had considerable skill and knowledge.

“Because it’s close to the sky… Did they place a celestial…? How ridiculous.”

As he sneered, the celestial made a voice as if angered by it.

It sings.

But there are no lyrics.

There is only sound and rhythm.

But that is its greatest weapon.

As if responding to that sound, the surrounding mana boils and emits a strange light.

Power with a sacredly brilliant light fills the surroundings.

Divine power.

If paladins or church priests were to witness this light, they would kneel and be moved.

“How insignificant.”

But Pelen Throne spat out as if it were boring.