Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 466

466. Raiding the Demon God’s Warehouse

“Isn’t it magnificent?”

Zenon gestured toward his expansive aquarium.

Indeed, his aquarium was remarkable.

It housed not only common fish but also species Se-un had never seen before, including some rather temperamental monsters.

Setting up such an aquarium atop a branch of Elheim was impressive, but maintaining it required an exceptional understanding of aquatic ecosystems.

“Especially, do you see this one? You have no idea how much trouble I went through to get him. Haha!”

Zenon pointed to a small seahorse in one corner of the aquarium.

Another player might not have understood why it was so difficult to acquire, but Se-un immediately recognized it.

“A Lesser Dragon species…”

“Exactly! To recognize it instantly, your insight is truly remarkable!”

That was no ordinary seahorse.

Though small and lacking in combat ability, it was a monster that inherited true dragon blood—specifically, the blood of a Sea Dragon.

It wasn’t particularly useful on its own, but as a dragon species, even a small one, its blood held immense value in alchemy.

“Of course, this isn’t all. The ones here are carefully selected from the smaller specimens; most reside in my main habitat.”

Zenon was renowned not only as a spearman but also as a monster tamer.

A specialist in aquatic monsters, particularly those living in the sea.

Se-un had heard that he even kept Krakens and other boss-level monsters that reigned over trials.

Presumably, his main habitat housed such large monsters.

“It’s a shame I can’t show you more, given your discerning eye. Unfortunately, access to my main habitat is restricted for security reasons.”

“Let’s get to the point.”

“Haha, just as I heard, you’re quite impatient. Please, have a seat first.”

Though the aquarium was beautiful, Se-un hadn’t come all this way just to admire it.

Zenon seemed eager to show off his aquarium further, but Se-un sat down without hesitation.

“First, I’d like to clear up a misunderstanding.”

“You mean the one where you sent assassins to stab me in the back?”

“Yes, that misunderstanding. Ah… I can only apologize for that, but it was never our intention.”

“Then?”

“Master of Diablo, I believe you’re aware that you’ve incurred the resentment of the Olympus Constellations [powerful divine beings from Greek mythology].”

Se-un had killed Pan and Triton, constellations of Olympus.

Or rather, since they were gods, the terms ‘deposed’ or ‘erased’ might be more fitting than ‘killed.’

He had spoken with Tyche, the goddess of fortune and an Arcana constellation, in Death Hill and realized the misunderstanding, but it was clear that he had earned the animosity of some.

“As followers of that deity, we were compelled to obey their oracle [divine command or prophecy]. Therefore, we sent a trusted subordinate to monitor and investigate you.”

“So, the ambush was the subordinate’s personal, impulsive act?”

“Precisely. Monitoring you was not something to be proud of, but our Blue Sea Guild had absolutely no intention of attacking you.”

“Evidence?”

“Since the person in question is dead, all I can offer is the directive I issued to him.”

“Documents can be easily forged.”

This was what Se-un had already expected.

The Blue Sea Guild member who attacked him was already dead.

Se-un possessed the jewel he had obtained from the priests of Death Hill.

With it, he could return to that trial and verify the truth, but he didn’t feel the need to.

In fact, there was a high probability that Zenon was telling the truth.

After all, when Se-un had captured the Blue Sea Guild member in the past, the man had mentioned that the guild wanted to talk.

Zenon might have anticipated the man’s impulsive actions, but at least on the surface, his words seemed genuine.

Regardless, that wasn’t what mattered now.

“So, the real point you wanted to make wasn’t this, was it?”

“Haha, I’m glad that at least some of the misunderstanding has been cleared up.”

Those words were merely a prelude to the real conversation.

Zenon leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and began the serious discussion.

“Our constellation wishes to engage in a peaceful competition with you.”

“You’re talking about a guild war?”

“Indeed. We wish to formally compete through a guild war and honorably accept the outcome.”

A guild war.

Se-un had anticipated a guild war with Blue Sea, but not in this manner.

Even though Blue Sea was a strong guild, Se-un, having recently witnessed the power of the Diablo Guild, had no intention of avoiding a guild war.

However, he needed to hear more details.

“What do you mean by ‘accept the outcome’?”

“If we win, you simply need to formally apologize to Olympus, including our constellation. Furthermore, you will come under their banner and bow your head.”

“You want us to join Blue Sea?”

“It could be interpreted that way. Ah, but don’t think of it as a slave contract. We are aware of Diablo’s capabilities and will treat you accordingly.”

Despite the lengthy explanation, it ultimately meant bowing their heads and submitting to Blue Sea’s authority.

It seemed Poseidon had changed his approach.

After all, two of his constellations had already fallen to Se-un. If he had any sense, he would choose a different method.

“Then, what happens when we win?”

“Naturally, the opposite occurs.”

“Yes. The Sea God will no longer antagonize you. He has also promised to speak well of you to Olympus.”

“What about Blue Sea?”

“The Blue Sea Guild will also be the same. If we are defeated, our Blue Sea Guild will become subordinates of Diablo.”

It was an incredibly fair proposal.

In fact, any third party would advise against it, as the Blue Sea Guild stood to lose far more.

The Diablo Guild was essentially a new guild in Elheim.

In contrast, the Blue Sea Guild had already established itself, securing its position and reputation, and was nearing completion of its preparations for the 80th floor.

Even under the same conditions, the stakes were different.

“You’re that confident?”

“Haha, of course. We have no choice. As followers of the Sea God, we cannot ignore his oracle.”

Zenon flashed a seemingly amiable smile.

His characteristic blond hair shimmered, accentuating his handsome features and making his words seem entirely truthful.

However…

‘He must be thinking they can’t possibly lose, and the potential gains outweigh the risks.’

Se-un didn’t know Zenon’s personality well, having rarely encountered him before his regression, but he knew Zenon was an ideal guild leader.

No matter how strong the constellation’s directive, he wouldn’t gamble on a risky venture.

Especially not a guild leader overseeing such a large guild.

Not that it was a bad thing. In fact, it was precisely because he was that type of guild leader that Blue Sea had grown to such prominence.

“Of course, we understand your position, even with the oracle. The difference in numbers alone, and the lack of preparation time… we’re willing to offer ample…”

“No.”

“Pardon?”

“Let’s proceed as planned.”

“…You seem to be unaware that our Blue Sea Guild boasts 200 members. Not like those ragtag groups like Black Cross, but all elites.”

“I know.”

Se-un had heard enough about them even before his regression.

Their strength was particularly evident not during trial raids, but in the confined spaces of a residence.

To recklessly accept a guild war against such opponents?

Even with the risk of the entire guild becoming subordinates of Blue Sea?

“You’re as reckless as I’ve heard. Or perhaps our guild was underestimated because of the subordinate who ambushed you.”

For the first time since they met in Elheim, a different emotion flickered across Zenon’s consistently smiling face.

The smile remained, but the corners of his lips twisted subtly.

The fish in the aquarium seemed to sense the change in atmosphere, darting away to hide in their respective shelters.

“Understood. Would one month be sufficient?”

“Enough.”

“…Haha, very well.”

With that, the conversation ended.

A time that felt neither too long nor too short: one month.

Frankly, considering the skills of the twin sisters and the other guild members, Se-un thought even less time would suffice, but they also needed time to adapt to Elheim.

Se-un rose from his seat without hesitation and left Zenon’s room.

As he walked away, Zenon muttered under his breath, loud enough for Se-un to hear.

“You’ll regret this, Master of Diablo.”

* * *

At that moment.

“Wow! A bed!”

“I think it’s a waterbed! The bounce is insane!”

“Wow, a waterbed! It’s so cool and comfortable! Should we get one for our residence too?”

“Yes!”

The Diablo Guild was thoroughly enjoying their new accommodations.

Some, including Yoo Seo-ah, remained vigilant, but outright attacks were forbidden within the residence.

Some Elheim residences even had guards to prevent disputes.

According to Se-un, the Blue Sea Guild valued its reputation and would avoid causing trouble if possible.

“The residence is comfortable, but it’s different from resting in a shelter.”

“I agree. Especially this place, right?”

“A shelter on a tree… something I only saw in fantasy books on Earth.”

The structure was built of wood on towering branches, and when they opened the windows, the clouds obscured the ground, and the buildings below appeared as mere dots.

“But are you sure it’s okay? Even if they seem friendly, if they harbor animosity, it’s like the Master walked right into the enemy’s headquarters alone.”

“It’ll be fine. Se-un wouldn’t enter enemy territory without knowing what he’s doing. And even if he did, wouldn’t he just take them all down and walk out unscathed?”

“Haha, you’re right. If it’s the Master, he’s more than capable.”

Though everyone was tired, they first prepared security measures around the shelter.

Under the direction of the twin sisters, surveillance systems and traps were set up.

They were only temporary, but the twin sisters’ creations were quite impressive.

This was the limit for now, but as time passed, the shelter would transform into an impregnable fortress.

It was as if the Diablo Guild’s castle had sprung up in the heart of the Blue Sea Guild.

A short while later.

“He’s here! The boss is here! Boss!”

“Se-un, you’re here?”

“Master, are you alright?”

Se-un appeared, greeted by the Diablo Guild.

Fortunately, there were no signs of a fight, indicating the conversation had gone well, but his expression was grave, causing everyone to quiet down and focus on his words.

Since they had been treated so well, perhaps a proposal for an alliance had been made?

Some held such hopes, but…

“A guild war has been scheduled with the Blue Sea Guild.”

“S-suddenly?”

The answer swiftly crushed those hopes.

Honestly, those hopes were just the delusions of a few, including Park Jung-pil.

Se-un had repeatedly foreshadowed this situation, and most of the guild members had anticipated it.

“So, we really are in the heart of enemy territory now.”

“How much time do we have?”

“Wow, we need to finish the residence quickly!”

The moment the official guild war between the Diablo Guild and the Blue Sea Guild was set.

And this fact quickly spread throughout the eighth shelter, Elheim.