Raided The God’S Warehouse [EN]: Chapter 548

‘How much time has passed?’

He couldn’t tell. All Se-un could feel was the occasional pain from the attacking monsters and the rough texture of the ladder.

The senses besides pain still hadn’t returned, and the ladder seemed endless.

He even missed the messages from the Demon Gods, which he usually found annoying.

‘……Behind.’

– The third form of the Blood Wolf Sword Technique, Blood Wolf Strike, is enhanced through internal energy.

Swoosh.

Before he could even feel the pain, he felt a slight resistance from the sword he swung.

Having been ambushed by countless monsters while descending into the abyss, Se-un’s intuition had developed remarkably.

Now, he could sense the presence of monsters before they even attacked.

Of course, it wasn’t perfect.

And one more thing.

Se-un realized something as he defeated the monsters.

‘All these monsters were sucked in by the vortex.’

The message that appeared before entering the Avici Hell [the lowest level of Buddhist hell, reserved for those who commit the gravest sins].

[The activated entrance to Avici Hell devours everything around it, tormenting the challengers of Avici Hell.]

At the time, its meaning was a bit ambiguous, but now it was clear.

The monsters that came through the vortex were attacking Se-un.

However, there was another strange thing about this.

Considering the size and power of the vortex, at least dozens of times more monsters should have been attacking Se-un.

But the monster attacks were quite infrequent.

‘Did they all not escape?’

Se-un was certain that it was due to the efforts of the Diablo Guild.

He had told Harry to take the guild members and return to the island before entering the dungeon.

They were disobeying Se-un’s orders and staying around the vortex, fighting the monsters.

Disobeying the guild leader’s orders.

But even so.

‘Then, I can’t give up even more.’

A faint smile appeared on Se-un’s face.

And injecting vitality into his tired body, he descended the ladder even faster.

* * *

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

He was mechanically descending the ladder, but even the sensation in his palms was so faint that he couldn’t feel if he was holding the ladder properly.

The internal energy in his dantian [energy center in the body, according to traditional Chinese medicine] was running out, and even the mana from the circles he used to support his body was almost gone.

If he tried to stop moving and fix his body on the ladder for a rest.

Swoosh-

The evil wind of Avici Hell would engulf Se-un.

His lips were parched, and far from recovering his internal energy, his hands trembled even more as he rested.

The evil wind was not simply a wind that dried out moisture, but a wind that dried out the power of any living thing it touched.

Pilpara Needle.

Recalling the name of the evil wind he had once seen in a book, Se-un moved his limbs again.

Even in the meantime, the monster attacks continued.

“Kua…….”

Was the Diablo Guild also starting to get tired?

He could feel that the number of monsters had increased.

‘Well, it’s been quite a while.’

As much as Se-un was suffering, there was a high possibility that a long and fierce battle was continuing above.

He couldn’t feel the passage of time, so he didn’t know how long it had been, but he guessed it had been at least a day.

Honestly, it felt like it had been not just a day, but fifteen days.

Swoosh!

He didn’t have the strength to use martial arts.

He was just forcibly pulling the exhausted and limp muscles to swing his sword.

He barely seemed to have cut down one monster, but he suffered even more injuries.

‘Is this right?’

He wondered.

Could it be that the strategy for Avici Hell was wrong?

Instead of going down the ladder, should he be attacking in a different way? Was he making a futile effort by taking the wrong path from the beginning?

Without a guide for the journey, he couldn’t be sure of his own decisions.

‘No, it’s right.’

Se-un bit his lip tightly. Even though his skin was torn, blood didn’t flow out properly.

It was proof that the evil wind of Avici Hell was drying up even Se-un’s blood.

‘I mustn’t doubt.’

He trusted his own decision.

He trusted the Diablo Guild members who were believing in him and fighting above.

“Guo…….”

“Guoooo…….”

He no longer had the strength to swing his sword, nor the mana to use magic.

Se-un endured the terrible pain covering his entire body and silently descended the ladder.

The more he did, the more a great sense of helplessness weighed on his heart.

Thud!

Se-un hit his head on the ladder.

It wasn’t because he was losing strength. He used the only remaining ‘pain’ to regain his senses and shake off the sense of helplessness.

Perhaps blood was streaming down his forehead, but he couldn’t feel the liquid flowing.

Still, his mind became clearer, so Se-un continued to descend the ladder silently.

Avici Hell.

This place was more hellish than any of the Eight Hot Hells Se-un had experienced.

“Haa, haa…….”

He mustn’t open his mouth to breathe.

Even though the evil wind weakened while moving, the moment he opened his mouth, all the moisture in his body would dry up.

Even so, Se-un couldn’t close his mouth.

If he didn’t breathe like this, he felt like he would lose his mind right away.

“Can’t collapse.”

Se-un had a goal.

To defeat Outer and save the Tower.

No, was that Se-un’s wish?

Se-un was not a savior.

Se-un was not a hero.

He climbed the Tower higher than anyone else, but there was no purpose of saving the Tower there.

Since when had Se-un been thinking about this goal? No, was this Se-un’s goal?

He was clearly not thinking about such a grand cause, but something simpler, more direct, and selfish…….

Thud.

“Haa, haa…….”

Se-un’s feet touched the ground.

It wasn’t a ladder.

Ground.

The long, endless ladder had finally come to an end.

But Avici Hell was not over yet.

“Sinner who has reached the end of the abyss.”

A deep voice was heard from all directions.

Sixteen Yakshas [demons in Hindu, Buddhist, and Jain mythology] were approaching Se-un, holding red-hot spears.

In the sky where only the ladder had existed, black iron falcons were aiming at Se-un.

But Se-un didn’t even have the strength left to grip Durandall.

Se-un barely raised his right hand.

“……Ruin.”

The stigma shone.

A crimson wolf appeared before Se-un.

Ruin, who had never answered Se-un’s call since being summoned to the mental world, appeared and bared his sharp fangs.

– ……Did you call?

It was a gamble.

Until recently, Ruin had not fully acknowledged Se-un.

If Ruin still didn’t acknowledge Se-un in this weakened state, he might try to devour Se-un as he did in the mental world.

Even so, Se-un calmly placed his hand on Ruin’s nose and opened his mouth.

“I ask you.”

Thump.

With that order, Se-un collapsed on the spot.

* * *

Clank.

Se-un heard the sound of gears turning in his ear.

However, the sound was a bit strange.

It sounded like someone was forcibly turning gears that were worn, broken, and rusted, making a scraping noise.

“This place is…….”

A space that seemed like it would collapse at any moment.

Something familiar to Se-un was caught in the middle of the rusty gears.

“The Guide of Journey.”

The unique skill that was Se-un’s only strength and identity before the regression.

Not only before the regression, but also now, it was an eternal companion that gave Se-un great strength.

As Se-un approached and placed his hand on it, a gear somewhere moved with a clanking sound.

And at that moment.

“Keuk!”

Se-un felt an unbearable headache.

His vision became faint due to mental pain, not physical pain.

– Long time no see.

– Starting analysis of the current situation.

– Time X_6.

– Branch R_87.

An unknown voice was heard.

A cold, hard voice that didn’t feel any warmth, unlike a human’s voice.

Every time that voice was heard, his head seemed to be overloaded.

– Similarity to the norm 95.1%.

– Variables deviating from the norm 72.9%.

– Predictability 29.9%.

His head ached every time that chillingly cold voice was heard, but conversely, the voice felt very familiar.

It was definitely the first time he had heard the voice, but Se-un knew this voice.

– Deviation of the soul 81.3%.

– High risk of danger.

– Attempting emergency treatment.

Drrrrr!

The gears started to move.

The sound of gears turning was heard not only from the gears in front but also from unseen places.

Crack.

There was no way the device could be intact if it was moving unhealthy gears like that.

As the gears turned, the rusted gears were distorted, and even larger cracks were carved into the precarious gears.

Some gears even broke and fell to the floor because they couldn’t withstand the force.

– Deviation of the soul 49.9%.

– This is the maximum stability value for now.

He couldn’t understand it at all, but conversely, all of this felt very familiar.

Because of that familiarity, he couldn’t even think of a proper question about the situation, but Se-un took out one of the many questions from his complicated mind.

“Who…… are you?”

Whose voice was it that felt so familiar?

The sound of gears turning that had been heard from all directions stopped the moment Se-un asked the question.

A moment of silence.

Soon after, a cold voice was heard.

– Possibility of variables due to recollection 71.0%.

– Cannot answer.

– Burying the scene to eliminate variables.

Swish-

With that answer, the room full of gears disappeared like smoke.

Se-un couldn’t stop it, and only the Guide of Journey remained lonely in the place where all the gears had disappeared.

– Player Jeong Se-un.

– Thank you.

With those words, Se-un’s vision darkened.

* * *

“Keuek…….”

Se-un raised his body.

When he opened his eyes to the faint light coming through his eyelids, he saw the brutally ravaged corpses of the Yakshas.

Confirming that the lost senses had returned, Se-un quickly checked the situation.

Se-un was still at the bottom of the abyss.

“Ruin, thank you.”

Woo-oong-

No answer was heard.

He didn’t even know if he had acknowledged Se-un yet.

But Ruin had listened to the request he had left just before collapsing instead of attacking Se-un.

While dealing with the sixteen Yakshas at the end of Avici Hell.

[You have perfectly conquered the hidden dungeon, ‘Avici Hell.’]

[Personal contribution points increase by 10,000,000 points as a reward.]

[You have acquired ‘Torn Scripture of Wrath (8).’]

The dungeon conquest message appeared, whether the sixteen Yakshas were the last gate of Avici Hell.

A torn scripture appeared along with contribution points equivalent to 10 times that of the previous Eight Hot Hells.

‘This is the last scripture.’

Soon after, the seven scriptures that had entered the vortex also popped out and were pieced together to become one perfect scripture.

The overwhelming power felt through the scripture.

The divinity of wrath spread in all directions.

– All the Torn Scriptures of Wrath have been gathered.

– The Scripture of Wrath finds its original place.

Kugugugu-

The black Avici Hell was dyed orange.

A huge temple began to be built around the brilliantly shining scripture.

This was the Temple of Wrath that Se-un was aiming for.

– You have entered the Temple of Wrath.

The last of the Seven Demon Gods that Se-un had not yet found.

The Demon God of Wrath, Satan, was sleeping.