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80 – 80. Relic

The potion’s hand.

Not a real potion’s hand.

It was the wrist of one of the chosen ones known as the seed of the god.

More precisely, the wrist of the pope of the potion worshippers who, in rejecting the seed of the god by burning countless bodies, had first possessed the body.

Why she made such a choice and became the pope of the potion worshippers, no one knew.

However, traces of being able to receive the power of the potion remained on the wrist she first took over.

In short, a direct connection with the potion.

In other words, it was the relic of the potion worshippers.

Thanks to this, the potion worshippers were on high alert and searching for it.

“Damn… Damn it, damn it!!! Am I crazy to steal that!!!”

The leader of the thieves’ guild, known as Shader in the other world, overturned the desk in frustration.

It was natural for him to be upset since the only group that had escaped from the double helix tower was the thieves’ guild.

It seemed obvious that they had grabbed the hero’s mask and the potion’s hand and fled.

Since the thieves’ guild stole and sold anything anyway.

But this time, it was too much.

Although there was no announcement about the potion’s hand, he knew, as someone who had survived in the other world for a long time, that it must not be stolen under any circumstances.

He also realized that the owner of the item was a huge force that had not been properly revealed even in the other world.

Therefore, he quickly warned those approaching to target it.

However, true to the thieves’ guild’s nature, they kept coming up with all sorts of lies, leading to constant surveillance and inquiries.

“Haah……”

The heavy sigh that felt like it was shrinking into the ground and the clump of hair that came off in his hand spoke volumes.

“How the hell am I supposed to know where it is and… damn…”

Already not knowing where the hero’s mask was, let alone having never seen that strange hand before, trying to find it quickly was truly a death wish.

The only glimmer of hope was that he had put some device on the hero’s mask.

‘Just in case, maybe the punk who took the hand or whatever also took the mask. No, they must have taken it!’

He hoped that a simple but hard-to-detect glitch, a special technique he had implanted before seizing the hero’s mask, would be triggered before anyone touched the mask or any changes occurred.

Otherwise, he might actually die of frustration.

It might be a good thing to waste away, so he jumped up, banging the broken desk.

In his mind, along with the crackling sound, it indicated that the Glyph was activated.

In an instant, the expression on the face of the Thief Guild’s leader and the shadowy worshippers who were secretly monitoring him turned grim.

However, while the Thief Guild’s leader reveled in his early release like a prisoner, the shadowy worshippers couldn’t rejoice.

“Beel, Zion. What in the world did you do to make the Hand of the Shadow react so intensely… to steal an Artifact from the one who can manifest an Artifact so strongly?”

A stern and cruel voice of an extraordinary man echoed in the twisted center of the solemn and cruel cathedral, overwhelming the air.

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Underneath, the flowing crimson blood made the onlookers shudder. But compared to the ominous atmosphere emanating from the High Priest, it was nothing.

“Still, there is a harvest. Since the Artifact that had been dormant for centuries is now in the hands of the one who awakened it.”

The High Priest’s voice, while reprimanding his subordinates with a sharp tongue, exuded animosity and curiosity in a sinister manner.

Thanks to this, those who solemnly bowed their heads under the High Priest could breathe a sigh of relief.

If it wasn’t the Hand of the Shadow that awoke, but someone who caused the unique vibrations…

It didn’t arouse curiosity beyond the High Priest’s discomfort; the two underlings who were bowing their heads might not have survived at all.

‘They truly rose from the dead… But who in the world?’

Zion, who knew this better than anyone, swallowed his doubts with cold sweat.

Even if the Assassins’ Guild under the Shadow worshippers had no hierarchical relationship with them, the tone changed from the High Priest and up.

Each one was a living calamity, a presence so significant to be called a fragment of the Shadow, existing in the realm of myth, hence the High Priest and above were never to be defied or ignored.

Literally, if the High Priest snapped his fingers, heads might explode.

They were just lucky.

With the awakening of the Hand of the Shadow being a major event, there was no room to dwell on past failures.

However, his complexion turned pale.

“Hmm?”

As the High Priest traced the Artifact with a black mark swaying in one hand, the connection was broken with a white spark.

Since such an incident had never occurred before, a profound silence seized the space in an instant.

It was akin to suicide to provoke the mind of the most ferocious being among the High Priests leading the Shadow worshippers, and being near him was also treated as a natural death.

Therefore, those who bowed their heads under the ruthless High Priest eventually thought that their heads might explode, but what they heard was not the terrible cry of the High Priest twisting the origin but a wicked laughter.

“hahahahaha!!! How could this happen!!! That little brat!? hahahahaha!!! What a twist of fate this is!!”

As the laughter subsided, the arms coming down made the ground as if it turned into gold beneath the throne-like chair.

Since it was a space filled with magic, it was quickly restored, but at the moment when everyone’s souls, bodies, and origins began to be affected by the evil laughter akin to the High Priest’s scream.

“Hey, you’re not alone in this space, can you stop splitting it?”

The other High Priest, who betrayed the former leader and sat in the seat of the High Priest, covered his face with a white cloth and shut the laughing High Priest’s mouth with a twist.

Somehow emitting an atmosphere similar to the former leader of the Usurpers, he exchanged thoughts with the laughing High Priest with just his eyes.

“…Oh, that kid that woman took a liking to…? You can laugh like a madman..”

“If you dare touch my mouth again, I’ll make that face as thin as the cloth covering it.”

The twisted High Priest, who removed the mouth-covering symbolizing betrayal, stood up from his seat.

“Alright, then we should get ready. The prophecy of the Shadow must be fulfilled.”

“Do it yourself. Eternal traitor.”

Two exorcists walked in opposite directions.

“That brat, he’s been strange since surviving alone. Could it be that he’s the one to awaken the relic?”

The distorted exorcist, before assuming human form.

Savoring the memories of when he, as a being twisting and corrupting the semblance of humans, slaughtered many.

Meanwhile, Rockser, unaware of his own actions and the grip of the demon…

“!?!?”

He was tense, facing the flickering hero’s mask and the demon’s grip.

Eventually, as if the demon’s grip reached out yearningly towards Misteltain’s sapling, the hero’s mask emitted a light, blocking it… no, resonating with it in a similar pattern, shining in harmony with Misteltain’s sapling.

And in Rockser’s sight, a future made of blue threads appeared.

“Oh no…!”

As the demon’s grip pulled out the sapling, turning into an immature sapling yet to grow, destined to be driven into his heart, it was clear that having such a dangerous object pierced into his heart would lead to an inevitable demise.

It was a situation that clearly needed intervention.

The status window, appearing after a long time, faintly flickered before him.

“The black heart absorbs the Tree of Origin of this realm?”

An explanation that his heart, gathering all his power upon awakening, was starting to absorb it.

Soon, as the hero’s mask resonated in preparation for this absorption, and the demon’s grip drove the sapling into his heart towards the future.

The moment his heart felt pierced, or rather melted, the pain was so intense that he couldn’t help but endure it without a scream.

The figures of Lica and Jane, consumed by the tree, briefly flashed before Rockser’s eyes.

“Ugh…. aaargh!!!”

As if expelling an overwhelming force and pain, Rockser screamed.

A massive explosion occurred, shaking the field with tremendous vibrations, causing the dungeon to collapse.

The aftermath of the explosion was felt beyond the field, reaching powerful beings across the world and even the pontiff of the demon worshippers.

And then.

“Phew~! Quite a ruckus with the awakening! Someone might think it’s the 100th awakening.”

The jester and the leader, who were almost swept away by the explosion, stood up amidst the rubble, dusting off their clothes.

Having temporarily evaded through a dimensional shift due to the jester’s ability to distort reality being damaged, they returned.

“Isn’t that too dangerous? Shouldn’t we kill him now?”

Thus, the jester, eyeing the unconscious Rockser and others swept up by the explosion, asked the leader with a raised eyebrow.

“The more dangerous, the more deadly for him.”

“Isn’t it more likely that we’ll end up being killed by that brat disguised as a monster? I mean, I saw him with the demon’s grip and the hero’s mask, so isn’t it a bad situation?”

“So?”

“So, Leader, leaving him as is would result in him clashing with the demon worshippers and the thieves who took the demon’s grip. Do we really need to recruit him to fight the demon worshippers head-on? We excel in surprise attacks as a small elite force.”

When the jester surprisingly made a valid point, the leader looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Although he often acted erratically, his mind was sharp when it came to managing information.

However, it was unexpected for the jester, who harbored hatred towards the betrayer of the thieves, to show such an attitude.

“Weren’t you the one who vowed to tear him apart with your own hands before?”

“That was back then. Isn’t it more dangerous to be with him and confront the demon worshippers head-on?”

“Enough, support me. We’ll capture him.”

“Ha… Our commander… Unni always ignores my words and later deeply regrets it.”

The clown, with his arms folded, began to support the commander who was rescuing Rockser and his men from the wreckage, raising his head.