Episode 150. Seeds of Tears (1)
[Map to all things]
[Rating: Epic]
[Restrictions: None]
[Effect: You can find out the location of something hidden somewhere that someone has secretly hidden. You can also teleport to the location of something only once.
However, when the teleportation effect is activated, all effects are immediately lost.]
[Description: A magic tool with infinite possibilities depending on how you use it.]
Activate the teleportation effect to enter the Arcana Continent.
Thanks to that, all the effects were lost.
Before activating the teleportation effect.
I was the one who tried everything that could be done to make the most of it.
Wouldn’t it be possible to extract the effect at all?
I even went to visit Kiko, the head of enchantment.
‘There were no results.’
I wasn’t disappointed as I didn’t have high expectations.
The Department of Enchantment, responsible for the deficit of the Mage Tower.
Even just extracting the effect from a unique-grade item was sensitive because it was the current level of enchanting science. It wouldn’t make sense if effects could be extracted from epic items.
‘Thanks to that, I used it with even more earnestness.’
Because of that effort, the teleportation effect was activated without regret. It is said that the source of the remaining five [six star brooches] could be identified through Man.Tong.ji.
To be honest, when the effect was activated for the first time, I was quite taken aback.
-A place where even the sky cries because it can’t handle overflowing sadness.
…This isn’t some twenty questions or riddles.
Man. Tong. G’s answer didn’t reach me at once.
But what helped was his cubic tablet.
-“The sky is howling.”
[Teppern Fence] Cracks.
My mouth that said that while looking at the sky full of dark clouds.
He said that it would be faster for me to cry than for the sky to cry.
It reminded me of how I tried to swallow the lamentation about my life.
Thanks to that, when I saw the [Dungeon: City of Gloomy Rain] created in London, I recognized it at once.
The place Man.Tong.G told me about was that dungeon…!
A message came to my mind as if to back up my guess.
[The sextant brooch is shaking.]
Indeed, it is worth stepping on British soil for the first time in my life. Of course, it is impossible for this proud footstep to move only for self-interest.
Shootaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa –
I opened my mouth under the umbrella of the pouring rain.
“Those who are not resistant to status ailments should avoid the seat if possible. I think your words rather than mine will help motivate them.”
Britain’s proud second sun.
It was Schraig, the leader.
It is natural that his words have more power than me from Korea.
With Lee Ho-yeol’s realistic perspective.
“…thank you.”
That even Schraig’s collapsed pride can be restored.
Words that took into account Grandfell’s positive point of view.
Schraig and the players quickly sorted things out.
“Everyone stay away from the rain fog in the rifts!”
“take? Now is not the time!”
“Damn, do you think we need to go to the hospital right now?”
In the turmoil I looked at the rain fog.
Crack information floating in front of your eyes.
Cracks are definitely right.
‘What is the exact cause of the condition?’
The most reasonable guess was, of course, the devil.
But this was different than before.
A crack is a strange space.
No matter what kind of demon he became until he collapsed.
Even if the high-ranking demon king was resurrected.
Because it couldn’t affect the outside of the rift.
“An inferior race would not have such power.”
Well done, Grandfel.
This is not a cubic tablet. I wish demons had the ability to do that in the first place. I wouldn’t have bothered to hide into reality by possessing and acting as a human being.
So, there is only one possibility.
“Is it the uniqueness of the dungeon?”
Because it is a [dungeon], it also affected the outside of the rift.
Really, the more you go, the more spectacle the Arcana worldview.
A holy war against the devil.
Throw in a situation where even just one thing wouldn’t be enough?!
‘Please, I want to believe that this is a rare case.’
[Labyrinth] wasn’t enough, so even [Dungeon].
The biggest problem of all is that London’s citizens are trapped in the cracks. That’s why I rode the portal to London like this.
It is the spirit of noblesse oblige that is really tired
…
Even if it wasn’t a dungeon crack, how much was there to deal with?
More than anything, he promised to make the annoying shadows aware of their situation.
However, Grandfell’s snout did not utter a single word.
“There are no shadows on a rainy day.”
Shoot Ahha ─
“It’s only a person who can only.”
…it’s a relief that the sound of the rain is loud.
I’m afraid that someone will listen, really.
I mean, the priorities are different.
Anyway, as much as one procedure, he keeps it wonderfully well.
However, I have no desire to refute heavy pride.
Actually, I had the same thought.
It is difficult to deal with cracks and demons.
It’s been a long time since I graduated from the days of office workers in a filthy society.
Because I wanted to avoid the shadows and the troublesome things.
While I was thinking so.
Schraig came.
Umbrella in one hand.
In the other hand, he held a steaming paper cup.
“Unfortunately, I am not in a situation where I can treat you properly…”
The green logo drawn on the paper cup is familiar.
Schraig held out a paper cup to me.
“That… I knew from rumors that you liked cars. I didn’t know what kind of tea you like, so I prepared a plain Americano.”
Schraig continued.
“And I will.”
His eyes shone resolutely.
“Please let me guide you around London. Please.”
The reason for asking Schraig for guidance is simple.
Cracks even in dungeons.
It is a space where reality and the Arcana continent are mixed in half. Of course, if you knew the geography of reality perfectly, it would be of great help in attacking.
I took a glass and replied.
“Thank you for making the decision.”
“no. Thank you very much. Thank you for coming all the way here…”
“No, it’s the weight you should carry.”
“…!”
I asked the startled Schraig calmly.
“Don’t you know?”
…please.
Don’t preach the spirit of noblesse oblige in the 21st century, Grandfel.
It’s fortunate that I didn’t even bring the word noble out of my mouth.
by the way.
I looked at the Americano blankly and opened my mouth.
“Are you ready?”
“of course.”
“Then let’s get in.”
…Don’t rush to say that you don’t want to drink, Grandfel.
Well, I don’t know if it’s non-medicinal herbs, but there’s no way my taste buds can accept Americano as it’s almost pickled in tea bag green tea. There’s nothing like a warm Americano on a rainy day.
I am very resentful of my changed sense of taste.
I struggled to let go of my lingering feelings and moved on.
[You have entered the rift ‘Dungeon: City of Gloomy Rain’.]
*
Shoot aaaa –
pouring heavy rain.
The voice of the anchorman, loud enough to match the sound of rain.
The gaze of the observer was clearly directed toward the cathode ray tube.
– “Breaking news. Player Lee Ho-yeol and Second Sun’s guild master Schraig are said to have entered the first dungeon rift created in London. While countries around the world expressed their concerns…”
Data screens passing by.
It just had to feel weird.
Indeed, the scenery in the data screen is their residence.
Because it was London.
however.
Shoot Ah Ah ─
Not everyone listens to the pouring rain.
Of course, the fact that the foreground transmitted from the screen is in the cracks of London where they are trapped.
Even the fact that they fell into a state abnormality.
“…”
All I feel is helplessness and depression.
London UK.
No, the people trapped in [Dungeon: City of Gloomy Rain] were gradually sinking below the surface. Into the deep water from which no one can get out no matter how hard they struggle.
*
Shoot Ah Ah ─
Let’s see the pouring rain.
I think there are times when formality is also helpful.
There is something worthwhile in ignorantly bringing a large long umbrella. Look, not a drop of rain is splashing on my clothes. It was thanks to the posture of holding the umbrella upright without shaking.
‘…No, it’s not the time to be satisfied with trivial things like this.’
I looked around.
The field of view is limited.
In the thick rain fog, the shape of the building could only be seen at first glance.
In that sense, it was fortunate.
Schraig, who was also looking around, said.
“Fortunately, London seems to have remained intact.”
After all, local guides are the best guides, right?
Schraig and the Second Sun guild members quickly grasped the geography.
I also listened to the briefing they shared.
“The key is figuring out the location of the deepest part of the dungeon.”
Compared to other players, Arcana’s experience is vastly lacking.
So, I was the one who didn’t know much about dungeons.
Still, as I listened to the story being shared, I slowly felt it.
‘Is it literally just a matter of finding the deepest part?’
[Dungeon].
Depending on the scale, there are dozens of crossroads, hundreds of traps, and thousands of monsters. However, as long as you know the location of the depths…
“Our purpose is not experience or loot. The top priority is to find the deepest part as quickly as possible and defeat the boss monster to clear the dungeon!”
It meant that all other distractions, such as monsters and traps, could be ignored. Of course it won’t be easy. The heavy rain fog that obscured my vision seemed to be no ordinary fog.
“…but isn’t it strange?”
One of the Second Sun’s guildmates said so.
“Even if it’s quiet, it’s too quiet.”
it’s a sense of incongruity.
It was inside a rift that kept the look of London intact.
For some reason, I didn’t feel popular.
No, to be precise…
“I can see traces, but I can’t see people.”
Cars stopped with the ignition on.
Commercial buildings where you can feel the warmth of people.
Even umbrellas that have fallen all over the street.
Everything is as it is.
Only people disappeared and I couldn’t see them.
The player’s voice gradually trembled.
“Where did everyone disappear in such a short amount of time…?”
“I don’t see any traces of blood or being attacked.”
“I’ve been trying to keep in touch with Schraig since a while ago… but I can’t reach a single person. The signal goes, but no one picks up. What the hell are you talking about!!”
It is natural for emotions to fluctuate.
London, the capital of England.
It’s only natural that the players’ friends or family are among those who disappeared. Even if you try not to show it, you can’t help it as a human being.
The atmosphere became heavy again.
Is this why it is called [City of Melancholic Rain]?
As soon as they enter, they ruthlessly trample on morale.
But I opened my mouth.
“Nothing to worry about.”
“…?”
As I said, it was my first time stepping on British soil.
Of course, there is no way I know anyone in England.
However, I wasn’t talking about Grandfel as if I was talking about someone else.
Yes, the pride in my heart is sincere.
What I said was more sincere.
because i knew
“This is not really [the City of the Blue Rain].”
“…yes? What do you mean?”
“It looks like we’ve been caught in a trap.”
“Ha, you said you were caught in a trap? No way?!”
You’d think it couldn’t be
All we did was walk into the rain fog.
Because there was only one thing that entered the rift.
“Can you be sure?”
“Are you sure?”
“This is a dungeon where there are no set rules.”
“…!”
Someone who knows my inside story will tell me.
He didn’t even know what the depths of the dungeon were until just now, but he said he was good at talking shamelessly.
I really can’t refute it.
It was to the extent that even I, who was covered in this guy’s thick iron skin, couldn’t help but admire it.
But you don’t have to have knowledge to know.
Sometimes shamelessness helps in practice.
The reason I was able to see through the trap was simple.
– “Hyel.”
The magic that apparently escaped the moment he chanted it.
However, I couldn’t see Hiel’s figure.
What he meant was simple.
It is true that this place is inside the rift and that Hiel was summoned, but
there is an invisible ‘something’ between me and Hiel.
It was the sound of a wall.
Knowing that fact, I shook my head a little.
Why?
Everything is the same, but why did people disappear like touches?
The answer to that could be found in the pouring ‘rain’.
No, to be precise, in a puddle of rain on the floor.
It was.
The wall between me and Highel is the surface of the water.
I folded my umbrella neatly and raised my head.
“…?”
Schraig and the players looked up at the sky after me.
What they witnessed was another London scene reflected in the sky.
Suddenly, their alarmed voices were heard.
“…what is that? London in the sky like a mirror?!”
“It’s the same. But there are people over there!!”
“What is that for real?!”
Highel looking at me from the other side.
sky and earth.
Where is above and below the water surface.
I don’t know as of now.
But one thing is clear.
pop.
I swiped the rainwater running down my chin.
“I will hold you accountable for getting your clothes wet.”
If water is a problem, all you have to do is get rid of it.
Of course, evaporating the pouring rain is impossible.
Even if mana overflows, it is impossible with only [magic].
So, I passed on my telepathy to Hiel.
How water becomes a nutrient for ‘plants’.
okay.
It’s time to unleash the {nature} abilities of the native spirit, Hyel.
