Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 342

Stole the Demon God’s Warehouse-Episode 346

Chapter 346

Even with the soundproof walls, the fervent cheers were clearly audible. Similarly, the heat radiated through the thick walls. Finally, the crimson fountain of blood became visible through the glass wall at the front.

As soon as Se-un opened the door on the third floor, he immediately recognized the place.

“An underground arena…”

“Oh, you knew? I heard you haven’t been in Lilac for long, but you seem to know a lot. It’s as if you’ve been here before?”

Just as Lilac had black markets and underground gambling dens, it also had an underground arena.

In fact, it was the most popular attraction in Lilac’s underground.

Naturally, Se-un had visited this place before his regression [return to the past].

‘I thought the ceiling was blocked.’

Before his regression, the ceiling of the underground arena, viewed from below, was a rough surface like hard cement.

He never imagined there would be a space like this above.

It seemed they used a special material or magic to block the view from below.

“Everyone pretends to be refined on the second floor, but in the end, this is what they all like the most.”

Looking around, the space overlooking the arena continued in a circle, just like this room.

He couldn’t see the next room, but he could see the figure in a peacock mask sitting on the opposite side.

They made eye contact, and the figure sent Se-un a small smile.

“But even dignified guests can’t mingle with the trash down there, right? So, we’ve prepared a special space.”

It was understandable. Like she said, the underground arena before his eyes was a game that suited gambling and entertainment more than anything else.

The facilities were well-equipped, so you could turn up the volume to hear the fervent cheers as if you were there, or you could enjoy the fight in a quiet atmosphere.

With the press of a button, a waiting employee would bring drinks or snacks.

The chairs were also top-of-the-line, with even their grades being specified.

“What’s the betting system like?”

“You just have to guess the winner. The match schedule comes out twice a day, so betting is only possible twice a day, right?”

“The odds are lower than I thought.”

“Oh, come on, lower odds? Unlike the gambling below, you can figure out the winner with your eye for talent here, right? Of course, if there’s an obvious favorite, the odds will be lower.”

It was different from the method of betting money on each match below.

The number of participants in the underground arena usually ranged from 30 to 100, so the odds varied greatly.

However, as she said, being able to look at the match schedule and examine the players was a great advantage.

“Most of all, ‘luck’ doesn’t work here.”

“You mean…”

“Ah, now that that power is gone, you might not know? No matter how lucky you are, there’s a limit to the situations it applies to. Ah, unless your luck is reeeally great, it’s a little different.”

– The constellation, ‘The Crow Who Bows Its Head,’ suspects that woman’s identity.

– The constellation, ‘The Serpent Enclosing Jealousy,’ expresses doubt, saying she doesn’t seem like an apostle of Olympus no matter how you look at it.

Se-un couldn’t help but flinch at her words.

Just now, those words.

The fact that she said his power was gone meant that she knew Se-un had temporarily gained luck through Ganesha’s broken tusk.

No, she probably wasn’t sure if he had used Ganesha’s broken tusk.

Even so, the fact that she noticed this was a very alarming point.

“So, I can place bets here?”

“Oh, come on, Mr. Wolf’s purpose isn’t gambling, is it?”

She came up to Se-un and leaned her face close.

She was wearing the rabbit mask again, so her expression wasn’t fully visible, but her long, upturned lips felt a little eerie.

“So, I have a proposal to make to Mr. Wolf.”

“A proposal?”

“Actually…”

Arcana patted Se-un’s shoulder and approached the glass window at the front.

Then, she sat on the railing, looked down, and opened her mouth.

“I’ve never won a bet on the third floor, you know.”

“That can’t be…”

“It’s true. All the trash I’ve chosen falls apart without even using their strength, as if they’re possessed by ghosts. The highest they’ve ever gotten was the quarterfinals, I think?”

The quarterfinals meant they didn’t even make it to the semifinals.

He hadn’t heard that the ruler of Lilac had changed, so she must have been managing this place for at least several decades, but she had never even had someone she chose reach the semifinals, let alone win.

No matter how bad her eye for talent was, it didn’t make sense that such a powerful person had never picked a winner.

“The reasons were varied. They suddenly complained of stomachaches, got knocked out by a lucky punch, or their weapons broke. They even got their eyes poked by a broken light once, you know?”

“…Even if luck doesn’t work, that’s a bit much.”

“Right? Even when I complained to our incompetent goddess, what do you expect from an incompetent goddess? She just stammered and couldn’t say anything.”

The goddess of luck, Nike.

He didn’t think it was her fault, but seeing her constantly call her constellation incompetent made him feel sorry for Nike for some reason.

Even Se-un outwardly used honorifics and showed respect to Beelzebub.

“So, make me win.”

“You want me to pick the winner?”

“Oh, come on~”

She pointed to the glass window.

The underground arena where a battle was in full swing.

Just then, the battle ended with one of the participants’ arms being cut off.

Unlike formal matches, the underground arena didn’t care about injuries or death at all.

The treatment facilities were well-equipped, but even those required a huge amount of contribution points [currency or points earned through service].

The number of participants who joined to make money but ended up injured and kicked out was countless.

She.

“I want Mr. Wolf to participate directly.”

She wanted Se-un to participate directly in such an arena.

* * *

“Blow him away!”

“Kill him, kill him! Tell him to kill him! Swing without holding back! Kill him!”

“I bet all my fortune! If you lose, I’ll kill you myself, so fight without sparing your life!”

“Let’s go, Deril! Let’s show them the power of the underdog!”

The heat and cheers that reached his skin were on a different level from what he saw on the third floor of the casino.

He had been to the underground arena a few times before his regression, but he never got used to the atmosphere.

Thanks to the attention he had received at the Moraf Festival, he was able to remain somewhat calm.

‘Arcana…’

Se-un raised his head and thought of the queen of the casino, who was probably looking down at him from above the invisible ceiling.

It seemed that even VIPs could only reach the third floor as a general limit.

In other words, to acquire more authority than that, you had to please her.

That’s why he ended up coming down here to listen to her proposal.

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason.

‘She said this would guarantee a tenfold return, too.’

She said she wanted to win first place, but even if she, the owner of the casino, bet money and won, it would only be moving her money from her left hand to her right.

So, instead, Se-un bet money on himself.

The amount was naturally the highest amount that could be bet on the third floor: platinum coins.

In other words, if he won this underground arena, he would receive not only the prize and contribution points given to the winner, but also ten additional platinum coins.

‘Anyway, it’s my first time participating in a match.’

Before his regression, Se-un was not a combat-type player.

He was an adventurer who used the Guidebook of Journey to avoid monsters and find hidden pieces.

Later, he awakened the Guidebook of Journey and became accustomed to combat by finding the enemy’s weaknesses, but he wasn’t at that level in Lilac.

There was no way Se-un, who was an adventurer at the time, would have participated in the underground arena as a player.

He just bet money when he had reliable information.

‘The registration place is…’

As he moved away from the hot cheers of the audience, he saw rooms made of iron bars that resembled prisons.

This was the waiting room for the underground arena players.

Many people were already in the waiting room, doing personal training to participate in the afternoon matches.

In the front, he saw a man stroking his bulging belly and picking his teeth.

He clearly wasn’t a participant in the match, and he seemed to be the manager who received the participants.

“I came to participate in the arena.”

“Huh? What’s today? Why are there so many guys trying to die?”

No wonder there seemed to be a lot of people waiting; there were more participants than usual.

However, Se-un had no intention of postponing his participation, so he stood still and stared at the manager.

The manager soon took out a piece of paper with the hand that had been scratching his belly and threw it at Se-un.

“Write down the name you want to be called and a brief self-introduction. Just write it roughly; a scrawny guy like you will fall apart before you even finish your introduction anyway.”

As expected of the underground arena, there was no need to write down detailed personal information.

Se-un was still wearing the wolf mask he had brought from the casino, so he wrote down the name Arcana called him: Wolf.

“Keheng, Wolf? All show and no go [meaning all talk and no action]. Change it; that name’s already taken.”

Well, the alias Wolf was too common. Especially since there were so many participants today.

So, Se-un wrote the word Mask after Wolf without much thought.

“You’ve just added another layer of show. Did you come after watching some heroic tale or something?”

“Is that name already taken, too?”

“No. Wolf Mask? Who would use such a corny name? And that mask, too; you’re really sticking to your concept.”

The manager wrote ’66’ on the paper with Se-un’s information and rolled it up, putting it in the drawer next to him.

Then, he threw him a numbered ticket with the number 66 written on it.

“It’s still before the end of the morning matches, but you’re number 66, so we might fill 100 people today.”

“The rules?”

“What, you came without knowing the rules? These young people these days don’t know how precious their lives are. No matter how good the treatment is, if you lose an arm, there will be aftereffects.”

Even though he was full of complaints, he was quite faithful to his duty as a manager.

He briefly explained the minimum rules to follow in the underground arena, as well as the meals and first aid kits provided during the waiting period.

He explained what the participants in the underground arena needed to know.

“See this arm? It’s been cut off four times and crushed twice up there.”

After the explanation, the manager clicked his tongue and raised his arm.

Although he had received treatment, his skin was hardened and twisted due to scar tissue.

Just raising his arm made it tremble, and the aftereffects seemed to be severe.

“Even if the treatment is good these days, it can’t completely heal the nerves. So, just surrender if you think you’re going to lose. Don’t end up like me.”

He thought he was just a lazy manager, but he was more considerate of the participants than he thought.

‘Nerves…’

Certainly, it’s difficult to completely recover the nerves with low-quality healing magic.

Judging from his tone, he must have received cheap healing magic in the past, so it was natural that his nerves were damaged.

After a moment of thought, Se-un placed his hand on the arm he held out.

“Hmm? What is it? Are you scared now that you see it?”

– The Vault of Greed has been opened.

[Recovery]

– High-level healing magic from the White Tower. It has the power of restoration and is much more detailed and efficient than general healing magic.

Whoosh!

Bright light emanated from Se-un’s hand.

Originally, White Tower magic, unlike magic of other attributes, was difficult to use if the mana attributes didn’t match.

However, Se-un had recently opened the White Mana Circle thanks to the Coral Tower Lord. Thanks to this, he was able to use Recovery, one of the high-level healing magics.

“T-this is…!”

The scar tissue on the manager’s arm disappeared, and soft skin returned.

The muscles that had been twisted inside found their place, and it was visible to the eye.

“What on earth is this…!”

As the bright light disappeared, the manager instinctively felt that his arm had recovered and moved his hand.

The trembling hand was gone, and instead, thick muscles rose on his wrist, as if he were in his prime.

It looked strong enough to hold a weapon right away.

“That’s the reward for the explanation.”

Leaving the manager with a dazed expression, Se-un headed for the waiting room covered with iron bars.