Ruler of the Game 754

Chapter 754 – Guardian of the Dungeon

“Well… Originally, I would have played around with it, but… For someone like you, it would be best to be polite.”

As Seongil recited so quietly, Arunrabe’s sword energy flowed out so coldly that it hurt the eyes.

“…!!”

The old knight was astonished to realize that the power emanating from that sword was not simply chilling, but casually tearing apart and denying the blessings bestowed by the god of light.

“Huh! The light… Creepy!!”

The time when Nogisa, seeing the unusual momentum of pervert, was pouring out his soul and trying to stare at Donggwijin. Nogisa suddenly feels an excruciating pain in his chest and lowers his gaze.

“…!!”

A sword of bloody force protruding through his back. Apparently, the God of Light bestowed a powerful blessing on the armor he was equipped with, but seeing that Pervert’s sword tore the armor’s blessing like a piece of paper, the old knight looked behind him with a stunned expression even in the midst of dying.

“Uh… When?”

However, what is more shocking than that is Pervert’s surprise attack. Obviously, the guy had been mocking himself in front of him until just a moment ago, but the knight was shocked that he appeared from behind like a ghost and attacked him.

“Oh, that one? It’s an illusion. Goodbye.”

Seong-il kindly explains to the knight that he projected the vision of Jin-gyeong by illuminating his mind without even knowing it. Seong-il explains to him that if he projects sophisticated illusions that are indistinguishable from reality to confuse multiple enemies, he can infuse illusions directly into the minds of a small number of enemies to hide their presence or confuse them.

“Monster… Monster…”

As expected of a half-god, he dies with a horrified look at Seong-il, who overpowered him as if playing with himself in an unimaginable way.

“The kids will love it.”

Even though he has achieved a tremendous criminal record of capturing most of the warriors of light as prisoners, Seong-il tries to dismiss the situation with a sullen expression as if he has seen something that has nothing to do with him.

“Hmm… There are too many of them… It must be difficult without an alter ego, right?”

For now, Seong-il unsummons all the normal alter egos he released to defend the sanctuary. He then orders the clones of spirits located far away to collect all the dolls, and summons as many normal clones as he can summon near him.

“Children. They are roughly restrained now, so take care of them carefully.”

“Huh!”

The ordinary alter ego picks up an additional chain Seong-il prepared in advance and begins to carefully restrain the loosely bound soldiers with telekinesis.

“Let’s go!”

Seong-il begins to project powerful telekinesis on the nearly two hundred prisoners that the alter ego has collected and launch them into the air.

“Hmm…?”

However, unlike ordinary soldiers who float without any problems. Soldiers of high ranks, such as priests and paladins, show strong resistance to the power of the holy day, despite fainting.

“Oh… I think the light god was angry? I can feel the bloody energy.”

And Seong-il succeeded in figuring out the cause through emotion. He senses that the mighty God of Light is watching him from beyond the dimension and is enraged. In addition, he realizes that he is generously bestowing invisible blessings to protect his servants to the end.

‘Still, it’s not a pseudo.’

At least the god of light exists. As much as he generously gives love to his followers, Seong-il does not deny the faith itself, even though he may be reluctant to fanaticism.

“But that’s it… A prisoner is a prisoner.”

However, just because the god of light is a real god, he had no intention of releasing the captive henchmen of light, so Seong-il orders his clones to carry high-ranking warriors who resist psychokinesis.

“This… What is this?!”

Warlock Velen, who was leading the undead at the headquarters set up near the sanctuary, asked with a shocked expression when Seong-il suddenly brought hundreds of uninjured prisoners.

“Oh, guys? I got you. Can you use it?”

“Yes? Everything… Of course!! No, how did you manage to get away from that and catch it without getting injured…!?”

Velen had no doubts about subduing that many enemies as Seongil was a powerful lunar warrior who had reached the demigod. However, what really surprised him was that most of the captives he had captured were clean and unscathed.

“Well… There’s something like that. Looking at it, it looks like you’re managing the undead and slaves and supervising the preparations to move to the lower levels. How are you going to use these guys?”

Seong-il was quite interested in the black magic Velen used, as the split-marriage technique was strongly related to a kind of necromancy magic. Because he pretended to ask the officials. He asks Velen about black magic.

“Ah, first of all… The stalwart ones will restrain some body parts after disarming them. Then they must cast a curse.”

Even if they are ordinary soldiers, from an outside perspective, they are also well-trained soldiers, so Velen is concerned that even if they do not have weapons, they will revolt or rebel.

“Curse?”

“Yes. I usually use thirst and muscle aches curses.”

Velen’s explanation of intentionally increasing the level or frequency of thirst to get the slaves to do the work in exchange for water. Surprisingly, even though the Great Labyrinth was deep underground, it was a very rich space with water resources.

‘Sometimes it springs up from underground. The underground water pouring out of the cave forms a river and goes down to the lower levels… Certainly, in such a situation, a thirst curse would be easy to control the enemy.’

Apart from having abundant water resources, being able to drink it is a completely different story. In the Great Labyrinth, drinking water was a difficult resource to secure, apart from a lot of water, as drinking water had to be purified only.

‘…Even if they escaped, most of the stagnant water on the floor is highly likely to be contaminated with monster feces or mineral poison… If the sanctuary does not have the water resources, the prisoners will die of thirst?’

Seong-il always had doubts about how to control the captives captured during gameplay without much difficulty, but based on today’s situation, he realizes and admires how the Church of the Moon easily controlled the captive slaves.

‘Well… Even with this control, rebellion occasionally occurred in the game… Well, I have to endure that much.’

Unlike the game, here you have your own alter ego. In addition, Seong-il is surprisingly not worried at all about disturbances such as slave revolts because Belen has attached undead warriors to watch over the prisoners.

“What’s the muscle curse?”

“It’s literally. They can be used as labor force even if the upper body is intact anyway. It paralyzes the muscles of certain parts of the lower body, such as the Achilles tendon, with a curse. Then escape becomes impossible. Even if you do, you will die of thirst or I’m going crazy.”

“Ho… Isn’t that permanently handicap?”

“Yes. Right now, we use their labor to turn the waterwheel or mine, so mobility isn’t that important, so we use curses that way… But when we finish all preparations for evacuation, we have to use them as porters. Permanent disability is kinda like that”

‘It’s meticulous…’

When Velen said that he would put a curse on the prisoner’s arms and hands to control them thoroughly before moving to the next floor, and then make them wear backpacks and use them as porters, Sungil stuck his tongue out.

“…And what if he dies?”

“At that time, the soul will still be attached to the corpse, so we have to make it into a zombie based on that power. Surprisingly, zombies are more useful than skeletons as workers. It’s because they’re slow…”

“Heeek…!!”

A soldier who woke up from fainting puts on a frightened expression after hearing the conversation between Seongil and Belen. Seong-il, realizing that it is time for the enemy to rise, ignores the ordinary soldiers and takes Belen to the place where the priests and paladins gather.

“What about these?”

“Umm… Because they have divine power and are not easy to control. Shouldn’t you rather kill them? If I take their blood and offer it as a living sacrifice, God will be pleased with it. The remaining by-product of the process, healthy flesh, You can collect them and make them into a golem.”

Velen is at a low level now, and the number of warlocks is low, so he can’t make a death knight yet. By gaining experience little by little in this way, he says, he could one day create a death knight based on the remains of an enemy paladin.

“This… This… Wicked…!!”

A word of astonishment and anger flows from the mouth of the paladin who came to his senses. However, unlike the knights who have a relatively strong fighting spirit, the priests and wizards start crying with frightened expressions.

“A priestess or a female knight… What!! Do you cut the muscles of the limbs and turn them into prostitutes? During the evacuation, relatively weak and slow women were mostly sacrificed, so the men here do not have enough women to quench their sexual desire.”

“Hee… Hee…!!”

The priest trembles and cries at the bloody conversation between the two men, and the wizard looks terrified with his face turned contemplative.

“Oh? The author is a wizard?”

“Yes. There was one.”

Looking at a woman wearing her cone hat, Velen looks at her with a look of great covetousness on her face. She asks him as if wondering about her sexuality due to her greedy gaze, which is not like him.