Chapter 89 – 89 – I Can’t Go Back Home
The fact that they look alike implies that they are related. The word muksabal implies threats and extortion.
Circumstances led me to a disturbing inference. They took away the weapons that Villena’s family had and were using them to attack Villena and her party members.
And the ‘scientist’ in our party seemed to have deduced it faster than I did.
It was like lighting an explosive that exploded in an instant. Enraged, Villena snatched Morgan’s gun and shot him.
It’s definitely an unexpected action. But there was nothing for anyone to scold. Morgan, who would never have given her gun if she didn’t want it taken away, almost gave it away with her cold face.
And even if they hadn’t made an impressive first move in the first place, the fight would have ended up breaking out. They weren’t prepared to look at us.
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Kill him!”
The first shot passed by Garam, who was leaning down, and struck the golem behind him. The golem, which seemed to be leaning, soon regained its balance and quickly ran towards us, following the charging Garam.
Eshen and Garam’s fists cross. The swords wielded by the golems collide with Isilun and Lenny’s swords. Nenya and Nidroga turned towards the male Tigris and advanced, each raising a wooden staff and a fist. Throwing her gun back at Morgan, Villena roared and raised her flamethrower as a courtesy. In the midst of a terrifying fight, Monica gritted her teeth and held a healing light in her hands.
But there was nothing I could do. When caught in a close combat, the porter often becomes a burden.
Of course, I couldn’t just let go. Just as I was desperately thinking about how I could be of any help, I shoved my hand into my bag.
“I can’t tolerate that wantonness any longer.”
The rock beneath my feet sank in. The moment the thought ‘Oh my God’ passed through my mind, the place I was stepping on completely turned into a hole that I was falling into.
Habit and experience saved me once. My hand reflexively went to the front pocket of my bag, quickly took out a grappling hook and hung it on the floor.
Relying on the millimeter contact between the hook and the stone plate, I staggered through the air and looked down at my feet. My ankles were eerily engulfed in darkness that I couldn’t even see through.
A cliff of thousands of miles without sunlight. I have never experienced or heard of a trap like this without any warning.
No hunter sets a trap without a hint. Because your family and friends could get hurt. The same basic rules apply to monsters and demons.
So it’s harder to understand. Why is this…?
“···It looks like it’s a demon cave that’s all collapsing…!”
“Damn it, the porter is missing!”
Morgan lunged and grabbed my arm. I was about to go up again, following Morgan’s lead, while calming my startled mind to the point of almost losing my strength.
A thick arm came out of the darkness and grabbed my neck.
“Know your subject, you transgressor.”
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“Stand up.”
Someone lift me up. It’s amazing how they can support me on such a shaky floor.
As my survival instinct tries to shake off the dizziness, I realize that the grip on the back of my neck is somehow familiar.
Whenever Adamantone took out his anger on me, I always caught him like this.
My body moved faster than I thought. The fact that lifting force is stronger than pressing force also applies to the body.
The elbow with all its might struck Adamantone’s face. Adamantone, who was trying to keep me upright as instructed by someone, lost his balance and fell behind him, spraying his nose with blood.
However, the opponent is a warrior. Their pure strength, their fighting skills, and even their heavenly fortune under the protection of the gods are qualitatively different from those of porters who are fundamentally non-combatants. The only thing that allows me to be confident that I am ahead of him in a fight is my ability to run away from a fight.
The open door of the stone room with the torch hanging is visible. The sound of wind blowing is faintly heard. Even though I don’t know where I am or what level of the Demon Cave I am on, I know for sure that I have to run away from the Adamanton I was lucky enough to defeat just now. He will definitely kill me.
I just tried to throw it out the door. Until the ceiling came down on top of my head.
I looked to the side. A large, bald man wearing black priestly clothing was laughing as he let go of his hand on the ceiling.
“Where are you trying to go?”
“···Shit.”
Apparently, it was that bald head that was supporting the ceiling in the pillarless room.
As soon as he withdrew his hand, the ceiling of the entire stone chamber came closer to crushing me. I quickly supported the ceiling with both arms and shoulders. The moment a heavy impact reverberated through my spine, a rumbling sound and dust rose up.
Adamantone, who was standing up while muttering a curse, fell again with a thud as if his head had hit him behind him. The bald man, with his head bowed deeply, looked in that direction and shook his head.
Eventually, the guy moved his wide eyes towards me.
“This is a trap originally designed by the masters of the Demon World to target ‘bearers’ like you.”
“What?”
“To prevent those born as slaves who move goods from standing next to the ‘saviors of the world’, that is, the warriors. To prevent them from daring to put their dirty hands and feet, carrying burdens and filth, into the great history that determines the fate of the world. That’s right.”
The job of a bearer, a slave who carries materials. It probably means someone who is apt to be a porter. Long, long ago, when a warrior party was founding a nation, porters were a symbol of the slave class.
But more than that old-fashioned insult, what bothers me more is what the guy is up to.
The guy who had leaned down to match the ceiling height adjusted to my height was using my luggage as a chair to crush it.
What a fucking bastard. The occupational disease brought courage out of me.
“···Hey, mister. I don’t know who you are, but that’s not a chair-“
“It’s Gunther Waldenhardt.”
“Ah.”
I couldn’t bear to ask him to come down from his backpack. In the vicar’s face, showing his teeth and smiling like a ghost, I could read the rich and savory life of a stew.
The instincts and experiences of those who have lived as the weak whisper. From now on, if you say even one wrong word, you will be kicked out.
“Once upon a time there was a thing called order, porter Bantai. Once upon a time-“
“You son of a bitch, my forehead… My nose… I’m killing you!”
The vicar, having been interrupted, fell silent. Adamantone, who had interrupted the conversation carelessly, also remained silent. For some reason, I thought he was going to catch and kill Adamantone at any moment.
Whether to say it was fortunate or unfortunate, the vicar ended the admonition by slightly shaking his head. Adamantone surprisingly did not pout, unlike his usual personality.
“Once upon a time, heroes were great human beings who were given a mission and history. They were special people who were loved by the gods, took the lead in their work, were looked up to by all people, reigned as kings, and ultimately wrote the fate of the world. Not now. The heroes of today are How is it?”
“···Is that a question you don’t mind answering?”
The vicar looked at me with admiration. Then he immediately put his hand on the ceiling and raised the ceiling higher than my height.
“Of course not.”
···The hint was that as soon as we started talking, he treated the porter like nothing. I looked nervously at the vicar’s pot-lid-sized hands.
The weight of the ceiling is enormous. Even though the weight was reduced by 1/10 due to the porter’s strength. If he had the strength to push down that ceiling with one hand without the porter’s ability, it wouldn’t be a problem to cut my head off like a tomato.
“The world treats them as the leaders of a gang of mercenaries who can be hired for cheap pay. They are not satisfied with a small amount of money and are lucky if they don’t become warlords. They put them in danger and pretend that their help is a natural part of their duty. “I think of them as such, and then when they die, I just thank them and don’t remember them for a long time. I don’t place them on top of their trivial and mundane daily lives.”
···What is the use of suddenly saying such words to me, who is not even a warrior?
While I was trying to hide my angry expression, the bald Waldenhardt, drunk on his own logic, continued to lament the social situation as he pleased.
“That’s not right. The gods have established laws and set different heights for people to divide the shepherds, the dogs, and the sheep. The warriors are the best shepherds of the gods. They should be in the highest place among people, the sun. “You must stand in the closest position. That is the status that monarchs, heroes, generals, and history should enjoy.”
He’s a warrior supremacist.
The way they talk seems like they are going to grab a random hero and create a puppet country. He’s not usually crazy.
“Okay.”
The moment he answered, Waldenhardt let go of the ceiling. An excessively heavy weight was once again placed on my upper body. I held back my screams and somehow held on.
“And even among the warriors, there is one who is the best. Thena Everlight, Hero of Blue and Gold, is a great human being who has been given an important mission.”
···What?
“Such a person should not be disturbed in his great cause by paying attention to slaves who are crazy about fornication and adultery. That is against the law. I will become the fist of my god and harshly discipline the warrior’s deviation.”
“What are you?”
“The same applies to the peaceful resting place and friends that Cheonggeum tried to prepare for you in preparation for your death. Those who stand in the holy temple should not leave any regrets behind. The bodies of all of them are buried in a noble state of Thena Everlight’s deviation. “I will return you to the single path of a martyr.”
“What do you want? What are you!”
“You are the porter. You can’t stop me. You can’t do anything.”
Gunter shook his head.
“I will deal with you for the last time since I have already captured you, Bantai. You will have to feel heavy sorrow as a result of daring to not stay at your level as a slave and disturb the law. It is the price of arrogance that dared to believe that happiness could be achieved by sucking blood. “You will see their corpses one by one. Stay watch here, Adamantone.”
The bald man finally got off his ass on my backpack, crawled on all fours like some kind of devil, and disappeared through the low door.
“I won’t come back until he loses his power and dies.”
Even after I was sure that the sound of his footsteps had gone away, I couldn’t get the words out.
It’s not because I’m scared of coming back. It’s not because I don’t know what that crazy guy will do.
It’s scary to know. This is a person who escaped alive after an accident in the dragon’s nest that Rod was holding on to. That guy said Thena’s name and declared that he would kill our party members. He concludes that the party of warriors who came to attack the Demon Cave to protect the people are criminals, and crawls into the Demon Cave and attempts to take their lives without hesitation.
“···Do you regret it? Holy shit. After taking off the artifact, I realized. It was really a bullet, right?”
So the voice of a bug like Adamantone cannot be heard properly. I thought of Eshen and Sister’s corpse. I imagined the cold, frozen faces of Villena and Nidroga, and the silence of Morgan and the twins who did not move.
The party members are stronger than me. It will endure. Even though I tried to believe it, anxiety kept tickling my heart.
And in addition to that…
“The same applies to the peaceful resting place and friends that Cheonggeum tried to prepare for you in preparation for your death. Those who stand in the holy temple should not leave any regrets behind. The bodies of all of them are buried in a noble state of Thena Everlight’s deviation. “I will return you to the single path of a martyr.”
“What is he saying now?”
“I mean. What do you mean? Preparing for Thena’s death? She wanted to leave me a party and her friends as a legacy? A holy temple? A martyr? What do you mean? It’s been several years since I haven’t seen Thena. What is all this? “What the fuck!”
“You’re going to die anyway, so what are you going to do about it?”
Adamantone kicks my leg from behind. And only after that did he realize that it was a dangerous thing to do and made a terrified sound.
The moment my knees bent in pain, the ceiling fell down with a scraping sound.
“···Adamantone, it’s a big deal.”
“What is it, you idiot? You’re fucked. I’ll kill you myself. How dare you, the porter, fuck me?”
Adamanthon, with his head down, came in front of me, pressed his face close to me, and smelled his breath.
“I thought it would be enough to talk about them acting like lechers without knowing the subject, but those stupid Taeyangji bastards couldn’t even write an article properly, so they’re still hanging. I’ll finish the job they couldn’t finish with their own hands. I’ll hang them like dogs whose hunting season is over. Weekend.”
It was you who set me up in one sun.
“Adamantone, as I said, it’s a big deal. I’m at my limit. I’ll miss the ceiling in just a little while.”
Adamantone, who was in high spirits, quickly became thoughtful and tried to run to the distant entrance. I quickly stopped him with words.
“If you try to leave me behind, I will let you go. You will come down from the ceiling faster than you can go out. If you make a mistake, we will both die or be seriously injured.”
“This bastard.”
He’s still a terribly sensitive son of a bitch when it comes to hurting himself.
“And Vicar Gunther Waldenhardt told me that you had to keep me here. What happens if I disobey his orders?”
Hit. I don’t know, but it looks like something big is happening. For an instant, Adamantone’s body became stiff, as if he had heard a command directly from Gunther.
Step by step, I persuaded the assassin wearing the mask of a warrior.
Waldenhardt wants me to be punished in a porter-like manner. I have to stay like this until he comes.
I think I could keep lifting the ceiling with a little help.
“···It’s suspicious.”
“Have I ever lied to you about being a porter?”
“···There was none.”
On the one hand, anger rises at that answer. He probably didn’t really believe Mindina and Moriba’s false accusations.
Why would you hang yourself out of resentment over such a topic? A crazy bastard with pimples on his honey skin called the Sunstorm family.
“Help me a little, Brother Adamantone. Back to the old days.”
I said something I didn’t want to say then or now.
“You know I respect you a lot.”
Maybe it’s because he grew up surrounded by honest, proud people, but Adamantone is very sensitive to praise.
There are only two cases where this guy who can’t listen to his mother listens to her requests. Either subdue them with overwhelming force like Tomko or Gunter, or stuff candy in their ears.
Adamantone’s hand slowly rested on the ceiling. And at that moment, I quickly threw myself to the floor.
“What a dog-“
Adamantone hastily let go of the ceiling and tried to grab my body. But I quickly crawled out through the gap in its side.
The moment the bag was taken, Adamantone fell to his knees, screamed, and hit the ceiling. The moment I grabbed the bag, which had clear pressure marks, I also leaned on the ceiling in a half-lying position. I wonder if Adamantone, whose ability to deal with situations is poor, could not have reacted in time.
If you let go of both, they will both be crushed to death. However, Adamantone, who was accustomed to carrying burdens, suddenly let go of the ceiling and crawled towards me.
“You idiot.”
But there is one item that Villena gave me to use for this purpose. And the inspiration for that thing came from none other than that bastard.
I took out a light lantern from the side pocket of my bag, turned on the switch, and burned out Adamantone’s eyes. A flash of light harsher than direct sunlight hit the warrior’s eyeballs.
Adamantone grabbed me and tried to kill me, but then collapsed and screamed. And as soon as I heard the rumbling sound, I panicked and supported the ceiling again.
Meanwhile, I kicked my heavy luggage outside and rolled hard to get out.
Covered in sweat, I stood up and put on my bag. Adamantone closed his eyes tightly and then stood up, gritting his teeth and lifting the ceiling.
It is indeed the mighty power of a warrior. If you ask that bastard to be a porter, I will do the middle part. That is, if someone raises your intelligence to average level.
I’m standing on my own two feet. His leg must have been torn off by Tomko’s gunshot. Are you wearing a prosthetic leg?
“You bastard…If you get caught…!”
There is no time to listen to what happens if you get caught. I turned away from him without even snickering. There is no time for bickering.
Gunther says I can’t do anything, I can’t stop this.
But what kind of English is this? If everything he says is true, this room was designed to dislodge porters.
What does it mean that in a demonic fortress built for invasion, there is a separate room for dropping off porters?
“Fucking bald bastard. Let me show you what a porter can do.”
I am a class A porter. A porter means a person who lifts a load.
And the title A-class means a kind of obligation not to let anyone look down on the person who does the work.
If Golem and Tigris had successfully hunted our party, Gunter wouldn’t have left his position to go to support.
In other words, the party members are still fighting to the death. They need me.
“And···.”
If you think about it, that guy is a hero too. There is no need to leave strong enemies behind.
I was about to run but I was forced to stop. And I picked up a piece of stone from the ruins that had fallen on the floor.
“Look around.”
I turned around again and threw a piece of stone as if I could catch it as much as I could. The target is Adamantone’s testicles.
The derailed warrior, who couldn’t cover his legs because his arms were too busy lifting the ceiling, was hit by another sad blow after Tomko.
The last thing that appeared in Adamantone’s eyes was not pain.
The moment he lost his strength even before he felt the pain, he realized that he was being crushed, and it was a fear that came to mind.
The moment I heard a scream and a thud together, I ran. To the party members who are fighting without a porter.
