Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 511

511. Raiding the Demon God’s Warehouse

Thanks to the Supreme Divine Art, Se-un possessed a unique advantage in dealing with demonic energy, unlike other adventurers. He immediately passed through the entrance and stepped onto the next floor.

Even denser demonic energy assaulted his senses. Instead of a flat landscape, bizarre structures and colossal monsters created a terrain of varying heights and depths.

‘This is the true Demon Realm.’

Not just any entrance to the Demon Realm, but a gateway to the core territories accessible only to demons with a numbered ranking.

– Welcome to the 72nd floor trial.

– Theme: The Mire of Demonic Stench (魔殠沼) [A swamp filled with the decaying essence of demons].

– As a numbered resident of the Demon Realm, you have entered the true Demon Realm.

– Here, the corpses of demons who fought to protect their rank and seize higher ones decompose and fester.

– Cross the Mire of Demonic Stench, overcoming the vengeful spirits of the dead demons and the threats posed by the living.

Se-un, after quickly scanning the trial description, surveyed his surroundings.

As the description indicated, a viscous swamp dominated the area.

Boil!

While all were swamps, their characteristics varied greatly.

From some, black smoke billowed ominously; others emitted a stench so potent it triggered an instinctive gag reflex; and still others produced a constant stream of unsettling bubbles.

‘Careless movement could be fatal.’

Se-un focused on a seemingly innocuous swamp directly ahead.

Unlike the others that screamed danger, this one appeared calm and undisturbed.

However.

“Kkyooooot-!”

Se-un swiftly intercepted a bird-like demon attacking from behind.

The creature sensed the impending threat and attempted to flee, but Se-un’s hand clamped firmly onto its claws.

Thud!

He hurled the struggling demon into the seemingly placid swamp.

“Kkyot, Kyaaaaak! Kkyak!”

The demon frantically flapped its wings, desperately trying to escape the mire, but the swamp refused to release its prey.

As if a living entity, the swamp constricted the demon, dragging it deeper with each futile struggle.

While escape might be possible from other swamps, this particular one was a deadly trap from which there was no return.

‘Well, this isn’t too difficult for me.’

Other players would need to painstakingly test the safety of each swamp by launching projectiles or sacrificing monsters to chart a safe path through this treacherous zone.

However, Se-un possessed the Guide of the Journey.

Honestly, even for Se-un before his regression, navigating such dangerous terrain was easier than conquering the monster-infested 71st floor.

‘And that remains true now.’

The Guide of the Journey hovered above Se-un’s head.

It wasn’t an all-powerful skill that instantly revealed every characteristic of the swamp upon activation, but it reliably showed Se-un the safest route to traverse the mire.

Even after identifying the path to safely navigate the swamp, a route that even the native demons treated with extreme caution, Se-un shook his head.

There were no hidden dungeons on the 71st floor, so he immediately proceeded to the next level, but this floor was different.

‘The Equal Living Hell (等活地獄) [One of the Eight Hot Hells in Buddhist cosmology, where beings are reborn to endlessly suffer violence] must be nearby.’

Following the Guide of the Journey, which abruptly changed direction, Se-un advanced.

* * *

Whiiiiing-!!

The sandstorm of Scavé.

Even creatures adapted to survive in the harsh desert instinctively avoided this swirling vortex of sand.

A man cloaked in black robes offered a faint smile.

“Yes, yes. The time has come.”

Throb.

As if responding to the man’s words, a presence stirred within the heart of the sandstorm.

It was so immense that its shadow betrayed its existence even within the raging storm.

“I failed to solve it in the previous cycle, but I have learned their methods.”

Before the man, mounds of black-stained sand pulsed with unnatural life.

They writhed as if sentient, and with a flick of the man’s fingers, portions of the sand were swept into the sandstorm.

Instantly.

Swish-

The outer edges of the sandstorm were tainted black by the encroaching sand, its color shifting ominously.

Immediately after, with another flick of the man’s fingers, the storm’s violent winds ceased as if by magic.

“Kuhahaha! Yes, yes. The Tower’s insignificant seals cannot contain us!”

Accompanied by the man’s laughter, the remaining black sand scattered and merged with the sandstorm.

The sandstorm was instantly consumed by darkness.

“Gurgle….”

From within, the sharp howl of the wind was replaced by an unsettling gurgling sound, like bubbles escaping a viscous fluid.

Then, the storm began to grind to a halt, like a rusty gear seizing.

Creak, creak, creak-

The sandstorm of Scavé emitted an unnatural sound, revealing its artificial nature.

It resisted the encroaching black sand, struggling to maintain its fury, but the black sand relentlessly suppressed it.

“Yes, yes……”

The sandstorm thrashed, attempting to shake off the black sand to prevent its collapse, but the Overlord manipulated the black sand to counter the wind’s every move.

The two opposing forces clashed violently, and the sandstorm’s speed gradually diminished.

However, no matter how much black sand was deployed, it was impossible to completely subdue the sandstorm.

The black sand was consumed and broken down by the storm, losing its power.

But the smile never faded from the face of the man in the black robe, the Overlord.

“Now it’s time to rise.”

Crack!

A jet-black pincer claw erupted from the heart of the sandstorm.

The claw was coated in a black liquid, but it differed from the Outer [A type of demonic entity] seen previously.

This Outer had hardened, as if baked by the desert heat, forming a solid carapace instead of flowing freely.

As a result, the pincer claw was even sharper, and the moment another pincer claw emerged.

Whoosh…….

The giant sandstorm that had dominated the Scavé desert for so long vanished as if it had never existed.

“Gurgle…….”

And from within, a jet-black scorpion with a carapace glistening in the sunlight revealed itself.

Amidst the dissipating sandstorm, the scorpion’s jet-black tail emerged.

Despite its immense size, the tip of its stinger was as sharp and precise as a needle.

Soon after, hundreds, thousands of smaller scorpions poured out from behind it like a living tide.

“Yes, go. Go quickly.”

“Gurgle-!”

The scorpion lowered its head and turned, as if acknowledging the Overlord’s command.

Its target was the city of sand, Scavé, the only city in the second resting place.

The city where the sorcerer who had sealed it within the sandstorm once resided.

And, the place where remnants of that sorcery still lingered, however faintly.

“Let’s destroy this desert. No, the lower levels of the Tower.”

“Gurgle-!”

The black scorpion began its charge towards Scavé.

* * *

[You have entered the hidden dungeon, ‘Equal Living Hell (等活地獄).’]

“Found it.”

From the 72nd to the 79th floor trials, each floor contained a hidden dungeon known as one of the Eight Hot Hells (八熱地獄) [A series of increasingly torturous hells in Buddhist cosmology].

The first of these was the Equal Living Hell.

It was an incredibly difficult dungeon to locate, even with the Guide of the Journey.

‘I’m probably the only player who would willingly enter that festering swamp with a clear head.’

The location of the Equal Living Hell, hidden on the 72nd floor, was at the deepest point of the Mire of Demonic Stench, at the very bottom of the swamp that emitted the most overpowering stench.

Even then, it was nearly impossible to find by chance because you had to intentionally plunge into the swamp and open the Hell Gate (地獄門) [The entrance to the underworld] of the Equal Living Hell.

Even Se-un before his regression had barely discovered this hidden dungeon at the risk of his life.

‘Well, I couldn’t conquer it even after finding it back then.’

The Eight Hot Hells each possessed an extraordinary level of difficulty.

For ordinary players in their 70s, it was impossible to conquer them, regardless of how many people they brought.

Even Se-un, an experienced adventurer who had conquered most dungeons, couldn’t manage it.

‘Come to think of it, I sold the information to Cheonghae too.’

But wasn’t it wasteful to ignore a dungeon that he had worked so hard to find?

Because of that, Se-un in the past sold information about the Eight Hot Hells to the Cheonghae Guild.

The rumor that circulated later was that Cheonghae had ultimately failed to conquer it.

As Se-un reminisced about the past before his regression.

Wriggle.

Wriggle, wriggle-

Wriggle, wriggle, wriggle-!

Hundreds of presences could be felt ahead.

When he looked up, he saw bugs larger than himself crawling over the decaying and foul-smelling ground.

“Sinner who has entered the Equal Living Hell. The number of killings you have committed is……”

Behind the swarm of bugs stood a giant demon, the jailer of the Equal Living Hell.

The jailer’s expression hardened as he gazed upon Se-un.

“Innumerable.”

The bugs in the lead swarmed over Se-un.

He had encountered insect-type monsters to the point of disgust during the trial on the 63rd floor, the Swarming Forest, but the bugs before him were on a completely different level.

The sounds emanating from their mouths were more akin to human screams than insect noises, and a brain-piercing stench radiated from their bodies, accompanied by a thick, sticky liquid.

Enough time had passed that his sense of smell should have become desensitized to such odors.

But this stench showed no signs of diminishing, assaulting his nostrils with full force.

“To you, who has committed the worst sin, unforgivable even with a hundredfold apology, I sentence you to eternal punishment.”

Kwaang-!!

The jailer was clearly positioned at the rear of the swarming bugs, but in the blink of an eye, he closed the distance and swung a massive iron club.

“Kkeueuuuuk!”

The iron club struck indiscriminately.

Two bugs that had rushed towards Se-un were crushed by the blow, and a foul-smelling, viscous liquid splattered in all directions.

He deployed a shield to block the debris, but the remains of the bugs were even dissolving the mana shield.

“Eternal punishment, huh.”

Se-un, without even glancing at the bugs attacking from behind, dispatched them with a single stroke, meeting the jailer’s gaze.

The jailer slowly raised the iron club and kicked the bug next to him.

Se-un, dodging the bug launched like a cannonball by arching his back, extended his sword and plunged Durandall into the bug’s body.

Then, utilizing the mysteries of the Supreme Sword, he redirected the flying bug towards the jailer.

“Kkeueueuk!”

The jailer, after obliterating the bug hurtling towards him, glared at Se-un with even greater fury.

A terrifying murderous intent emanated from him, enough to force others to their knees, but Se-un remained unfazed.

Instead, he amplified his Sacred Marks, intensifying his own murderous intent as he stared down the jailer.
The jailer’s shoulders, which should have remained stoic in the presence of sinners, trembled imperceptibly.

“What qualifications do you have?”

From Se-un’s left hand, heat as intense as hellfire began to surge.