Dungeon Hunter Chapter 137:
Chapter 137: Phantom Cavalry (1)
Eight times . That was the number of times I had to shake off the trackers before finding a place to rest . It was a naturally occurring cave . The previous owner seemed to be away .
I checked all the sides and there was an easy path to escape .
I set Oswen down against a wall . It had been three days, but Oswen still hadn’t regained consciousness .
‘I will rest for a bit . ’
I was reaching my limits . My body was in a difficult state thanks to the trackers .
A trap was placed at the entrance so that I would know if anyone came . Pebbles, vines and other materials that would make noises if moved were placed .
It was just a basic trap, but it was better than nothing . It could be the subtle difference between life and death . I had managed to survive a few times in my previous life thanks to it .
I closed my eyes .
I immediately fell asleep .
It was the fifth day .
We were no longer being pursued . But I stayed alert .
I scouted around and figured out a little bit of the geography . Once I finished patrolling and returned to the cave, Oswen was twisting his body .
"Kuooh . . .
Was he feeling pain?
By default, the undead were numb . It wasn’t completely removed but their senses were very dull . It was the same in regards to pain .
“J-Jellim . . . Jellim . . . ”
Oswen weakly opened his eyes . Then he stretched out a hand towards me .
His body trembled like he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms . In order to maintain their bodies in this world, the undead needed Jellim . But there was none around . It was impossible to obtain any Jellim .
“Southern Commander Oswen . Have you regained your spirit?”
"I . . . commander of the south . . . kuaack!”
"His mind is coming and going . ”
I watched with one hand on Wrath . Oswen had a seizure before losing consciousness again .
Since then, Oswen woke up several times only to faint again .
However, he wasn’t in a normal state . He was delirious most of the time . Sometimes he was a child, other times the southern commander . . . he also became the twilight blacksmith .
"The Seven Sins shouldn’t exist in this world . Get rid of them right now!
“Hell Monarch! D-don’t try to control me!”
In this way, Oswen unintentionally showed me a few possibilities .
'Schizophrenia . Or maybe multiple personalities . ’
There were a variety of personalities inside Oswen . The ego of the southern commander was the most intense but multiple egos emerged .
The medium that caused it . . .
‘The gloves . ’
Every time the personality changed, the magic power changed as well . It was clear that there was a close relationship .
I couldn’t hold a conversation with them . He repeatedly woke up and then fainted . All the evidence returned to my heart .
There was no time to observe the developments .
The most important thing was to leave the Underground World and determine the situation regarding my dungeons . I was going to become the devil . The master of the Underground World? I had the Heart of the Hell Monarch so I was already the master .
"His arms . . . two should be enough . ”
Six arms .
Three of them were already cut off . It wouldn’t be a problem if one more was gone .
I raised Wrath .
I wanted to see if any changes would happen after getting rid of a gloved arm .
Chwahak!
There was no hesitation . I cut off one arm .
At the same time .
“Kuaaack!”
The stunned Oswen started screaming .
Oswen panicked and rose from his seat . He looked at his arm and breathed roughly for at least five minutes .
"The gloves . . . are mine!”
The gloves were his top priority . The reaction was far from normal .
Kwarung!
Crazy . He started attacking randomly .
It wasn’t clear which ego was in control . It could be the southern commander or the twilight blacksmith .
There was also a chance it was a new personality .
‘What to do?’
I worried about it for a short moment .
I had no choice . I either had to kill him or knock him out .
My mind was inclined to the former .
Oswen’s gaze was fixed on the fallen arm that was still wearing the glove . It was reasonable to think that the gloves would fall off if the owner was killed .
'It can't be helped . ’
I hoped to get some things from the southern commander . It didn’t matter if his words were mixed . I had wanted to find information, but there would be no answers in this state .
I held both Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword .
And at that moment .
His crazy eyes vanished .
"That sword . . . ?”
He noticed it immediately .
The personality in control knew the Emperor’s Sword . The enemy was gone .
‘It is like the time with Maxium . ’
There was no other way .
The blood of the thunderbird wiped away traces of the heart . I asked .
“Who are you?”
“Hell Monarch! H-have you forgotten me? Didn’t you contaminate Oswen’s spirit by placing me directly inside him?”
“I don’t remember . ”
“T-that is okay . Great Hell Monarch! You finally returned . The true **** . . . !”
Flop!
Oswen fell to his knees .
"Now the Underground World will become stable . The Creator will lead us!”
Oswen’s ego knew some of the work of the Hell Monarch . In addition, there seemed to be very juicy information .
“Where is the real spirit of Oswen?”
"I tore apart his spirit like Hell Monarch-nim commanded . The true Oswen is nothing now . Although this body is a mess, I will recover quickly to faithfully serve Hell Monarch-nim . ”
No . Oswen’s spirit still remained . I had heard his cries .
'This ego doesn’t know about it . ’
In addition, his spirit seemed to be been split apart . After the body was weakened, they were able to slip through the crack to temporarily regain control . The ego had no idea this had happened .
There was no strict adherence to one personality .
"Is there any way for Oswen’s original spirit to be restored?”
"Why . . . ah, you must have a reason . Yes . There is a way . The curse on the gloves are suppressing the other egos . Oswen’s ego will surface if that is gone . ”
This person believed that I was the Hell Monarch . He revealed the truth to me so there was no need to clear up the misunderstanding .
"The method to get rid of the curse?”
“Are you thinking of removing the curse? The curse is so old that this is already as one with the body . ”
He was saying that it wouldn’t be easy .
I touched my jaw .
‘The curse is the primary cause so I need to remove it . ’
I figured out the main point .
I stared straight into Oswen’s eyes and said .
"How long will you be in that guise? It isn’t suitable . Reveal your original appearance . ”
"Ah . . . ahh! P-please wait . I won’t show such a disgraceful appearance!”
Oswen subsequently lay on the floor . Then smoke emerged from Oswen’s head .
The shape that the smoke took . . . was a shade . It was approximately three times larger than a normal shade .
“Is that your real state?”
"Yes, My Monarch!”
“Your name?”
“I am Oduto . ”
"Oduto, good work . ”
" . . . . . . !"
Chwack!
Even though the shade had a spirit body, it was possible to deal a blow with concentrated magic power .
My magic power wasn’t fully recovered but I could successfully use the magic power of the moonlight .
I struck with the Emperor’s Sword .
“Why . . . ?”
Oduto looked down at his chest and said in a shocked, little voice .
I had dealt a critical hit so he gradually faded away . Soon he would be completely destroyed .
I put the sword away and said .
“I am not the Hell Monarch . I am Randalph Brigsiel . ”
It might be his heart but I was my own person . The demon called Randalph Brigsiel . I wouldn’t be split apart like Oswen .
My cold eyes turned towards Oduto .
In the near future, Oduto would be completely destroyed .
Duk!
The gloves fell from the hands . It was evidence that the curse was gone .
'This is . . . Pride . ’
I instinctively knew it after I put on the gloves .
One of the Seven Sins .
Pride .
I had gathered four of the sins .
Wrath, Sloth, Greed and Pride .
I immediately felt stronger after putting on the gloves .
“T-this place? Where is this place?”
At this time, Oswen opened his eyes .
“Randalph? The battle? Why am I in a place like this? Makdalli . . . yes, where is Makdalli?”
The fact that he recognized me meant that the ego of the southern commander was in control .
‘I need to suppress this ego . ’
It was simple . If the southern commander was gravely injured then another ego would emerge .
Similarly, if that ego continued to be suppressed then Oswen’s real self would eventually wake up .
Surung!
“Randalph? Southern hero . Why is your sword . . . kuaack!”