Chapter 169
Chapter 169
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 169
Chapter Title: Infinite Farming in the Corpse Cave
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Leyzon repeatedly entered the Corpse Cave the moment it reset.
It was a dungeon he had to spin through like a top anyway to acquire skills.
By now, he no longer needed the experience from the Corpse Cave.
So Leyzon made full use of Syria and Eden's power.
As a result, he hunted a total of fourteen Flames of Eternal Repose.
The Flames of Eternal Repose shattered into pieces and died from a single smack by Syria.
"How pitiful..."
Even Hanok had come to look upon the Flames of Eternal Repose with sympathy.
Every one that spawned was destroyed by Syria and Eden, stirring an involuntary sense of pity.
"It's necessary."
Leyzon felt a twinge of guilt by this point.
But they should have given the skill on time if they didn't want this.
It was the Flames of Eternal Repose's fault for not handing over the skill right away.
Leyzon opened the skill book once more atop the pulverized Flame of Eternal Repose.
"We're getting pretty tired of looking at these now, aren't we?"
Time to end it.
Leyzon wished for it desperately.
At that moment, the skill book absorbed the light, and letters engraved themselves upon it.
Leyzon hurriedly checked the skill book's name.
Leyzon finally confirmed the inscribed letters and let out a cheer of triumph.
"At last!"
He had already acquired Eternal Repose [SS] earlier.
Leyzon quickly pulled out Eternal Repose [SS], Flame Ring [SS], and even Ignition [A].
'Trade Eternal Repose for Fierce Poison Explosion.'
Eternal Repose [SS] was an explosive skill passed down through generations of Poison Necromancers.
It transformed poison into a gas form via Umbrella, Fierce Poison Mixed Aura [SS].
Then ignited it with Ignition [A].
Finally, activating Eternal Repose [SS] completed the explosion.
That was the basic combo of a Poison Necromancer.
But Leyzon had no need to convert poison into gas the old-fashioned way.
He possessed Attribute Fusion [Special].
All he had to do was fuse Ignition into it at the end.
Thanks to that, Leyzon could freely wield any poison.
Leyzon immediately acquired all the skills through the skill books.
A sense of fulfillment filled the newly emptied slots.
Whether the empire had created this system or not, the fact remained that he had grown stronger.
"Are we finally done?"
Hanok asked, eager to leave the Corpse Cave at last.
"Yeah. Good work, Syria, Hanok, Eden."
"It was nothing at all!"
"That was fun."
Syria and Eden replied with their usual vigor.
Leyzon clenched and unclenched his fist.
He was excited to see just how much more powerful the explosions would be now.
Leyzon's eyes quietly darted around.
His hands itched to test the fusion magic right away.
"L-Leyzon, you can't use it here."
Hanok noticed Leyzon's intentions and hurriedly stopped him.
Leyzon glanced at Hanok.
Hanok recoiled in horror at the madness boiling in Leyzon's eyes.
"Leyzon, seriously, no!"
"Hanok, what do you take me for?"
Leyzon chuckled in disbelief.
He wouldn't waste power needlessly, no matter what.
The smacking of his lips in disappointment remained his secret.
"Alright, let's go. We've been here too long."
Time to leave the Reckless Plateau and breathe some fresh outdoor air.
Just as Leyzon turned to step outside—
Snap—
Leyzon's ears caught the sound of letters being written.
He reflexively pulled the telegram letter from his bag.
Upon checking its contents, the corners of his mouth curved upward.
It was finally time to restore the Resonance World.
Over the lush green leaves overflowing with the scent of fresh grass from the great plains.
A red shadow wolf raced forward at breakneck speed.
After receiving word about Flamehead, Leyzon had set out immediately.
Flamehead had headed south right after completing preparations for the Resonance World restoration.
To rendezvous with Leyzon before the actual restoration.
'If we attempt to restore the Resonance World, the forces of the transcendent evils will surely intervene. You can help with that, right?'
Honestly, Leyzon had no idea what help he could provide.
But he was the one who had asked for the Resonance World restoration.
He couldn't turn a blind eye to a request for aid.
So Leyzon headed to the prearranged meeting spot with Flamehead.
It wasn't far.
The largest trade city in the south-central region of the empire.
Raman.
A city ruled by one of the human lords, the Mount Sovereign.
The Mount Sovereign had earned a baron's title through outstanding achievements.
Thanks to that, he was the most prominent figure of the past century.
Flamehead had suggested meeting in Raman.
'And no unusual movements from the empire side since then.'
Quite some time had passed since the White Lion Knights were annihilated by Leyzon.
Yet the empire showed no further activity.
'They must have figured out who I am by now.'
And still, the empire remained quiet.
Leyzon had been darting in all directions.
So there was a chance they hadn't pinned down his movements yet.
But conversely, they might be preparing something.
'They could be slowly setting a trap.'
The calm before the storm.
The quietest night before the tempest.
Leyzon sensed it.
'Maybe I should visit the Gray Mage Tower master again.'
It seemed time for a new mask.
"Leyzon, it's coming into view now."
At Syria's call, Leyzon looked up to see sturdy walls.
Raman was surrounded by vast plains.
Hurricanes occasionally struck the area, so these were special walls designed to withstand them.
As they approached the gate, Raman's guards came into view.
Leyzon had a guaranteed identity prepared by the Steel Wolf Guild.
"Go on in."
They entered without issue.
Soon, the cityscape of Raman filled Leyzon's vision.
Nature-friendly Raman was striking with lush trees everywhere.
The city seemed built within a forest on the plains, full of wooden buildings.
The fresh grassy scent brushed Leyzon's nose.
"Nice city."
Hanok smiled happily.
Having endured the horrific stench of the Corpse Cave for so long, he eagerly inhaled the natural aroma.
"And it seems pretty stable too."
Hanok had toured many cities alongside Leyzon.
His eye for cities had sharpened considerably.
As Hanok said, Raman was one of the cities with exceptionally stable public order.
"Raman has been ruled by a lord since ancient times.
The lord personally oversees security, so no lowlifes can gain a foothold."
Falling out of the lord's favor meant unpredictable consequences.
Thus, no one dared cause trouble in Raman.
Leyzon entered a teahouse suitable for conversation.
It was a high-end establishment wafting with the fine aroma of tea.
At that moment, a server greeting customers flinched at the sight.
She momentarily struggled to adjust to Leyzon's fierce face.
But she was a pro at this upscale teahouse.
"Welcome. Please take any comfortable seat, and I'll come to take your order."
With a professional smile, she guided Leyzon inside.
Leyzon ordered tea, then told Hanok to get whatever.
Hanok ordered every sweet-looking dessert.
Moments later, fragrant tea was placed before Leyzon.
Leyzon savored the aroma and took a leisurely sip.
"So, Flamehead."
At Leyzon's call, the woman seated behind him set down her teacup.
Her well-groomed peach-colored hair swayed.
A woman exuding an air of elegance.
One of Flamehead's five women.
She had highly praised the tea skills of the five in the past.
Perhaps that's why she was enjoying tea again this time.
"I don't know why you call Raklod that, but he'll be here soon. I just arrived early for business in Raman."
She let out a refined chuckle.
At the same time, her eyes, matching her hair color, narrowed.
"More importantly, I didn't tell you I was here first."
As she said, Leyzon hadn't known she was here.
"You like tea, so I figured you'd be at the place with the finest aroma."
"You noticed that quickly."
Of course, it was a lie.
The moment they arrived in Raman, Leyzon had sent out Eden.
Trouble erupted every recent city visit.
Scouting for information was essential.
Eden had spotted her and tipped off Leyzon.
That's why he came straight to this teahouse.
"Liking tea is a fine hobby. I'd love to ask your subordinate about it next time."
She smiled leisurely with elegant poise.
She hadn't revealed her location, yet the opponent had found her.
This should have been immensely pressuring.
Yet she showed not the slightest concern.
'She seems trained in facial control.'
Among those Leyzon had met, she managed her expressions the best.
In facial control alone, she matched the level of the five trained as nightcrows.
'And at minimum, hero-class.'
Flamehead had good reason to keep her close.
"Pardon the late introduction. Abyss."
She rose and walked over to Leyzon.
"My name is Moshyna. I'm the woman who will become Raklod's wife."
Leyzon blinked.
Back then, Flamehead's five women had competed fiercely for Raklod.
The rivalry among them was far from ordinary.
It had only been a few months since parting from Flamehead.
Not enough time for a victor to emerge in such a contest.
Which meant she was brazenly claiming the others weren't around.
'Flamehead, did that guy save a country in his previous life or something?'
All five women were beauties with distinctive features.
And at minimum hero-class, their abilities were exceptional too.
For all five to adore Flamehead was shocking anew.
'Not that he's incapable, but still.'
It irked him for some reason.
So he decided to ask.
"What is it about Flamehead that's so great?"
The real talk couldn't proceed without Flamehead anyway.
'Might as well hear the story.'
She blinked her large, round eyes.
Then she pulled up a chair and sat beside Leyzon.
Hanok, mid-dessert, was innocently shoved aside.
"Then I suppose I should start from the day I first met Raklod."
"I don't wanna hear it."
Leyzon cut her off flatly.
Disappointment flashed across Moshyna's face.
"...You asked first."
"Changed my mind; not interested. Anyway."
Leyzon slowly set down his teacup.
"The business that brought you here seems a bit tangled."
Puzzlement clouded her eyes.
Thud! Thud!
At that instant, multiple footsteps echoed from outside.
Moshyna belatedly understood Leyzon's meaning.
She shot up from her seat.
"Damn."
The footsteps belonged to Raman's special task force, the Mok Sanrim.
A unit personally assembled by the Mount Sovereign.
They had come to capture a thief.
Leyzon had already learned of this through reports from Syria and Eden.
That's why he had come here deliberately.
Leyzon smiled faintly at Moshyna.
"Need a hand?"
Of course, the price will be steep, customer.