Chapter 910
Chapter 910
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 910
Chapter Title: God's Atlantis
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As time passed, the female undead grew ever stronger. At some point, she had become so powerful that even Tutankhamun's golden mask could no longer dominate her.
I had to make a choice.
Either eliminate her before she broke free of my control, or find another way.
I chose the latter. It would be far too wasteful to discard her now.
"Gula. From now on, your name is Gula."
I named her on a whim. It was only afterward that I recalled there might be someone with the same name in the Baekhwan world, but since the words had already left my mouth, I saw no reason to take them back.
"Gula... Understood... Master..."
Gula stammered haltingly. In the end, her growing strength had made communication possible.
"Take off your armor."
"Yes... Master."
Gula obeyed my command without question. Biting cold swept in, but the undead Gula didn't so much as twitch an eyebrow.
I inspected her body from top to bottom. Breasts where there should be breasts. An ass where there should be an ass. Not a single flaw in her figure. And the red tattoos etched across her pale skin even carried an erotic allure.
'Subordination is the way.'
I reached out toward Gula's lower abdomen. Cold, smooth, and firm. I slid my hand lower to touch her pussy. Her white pubic hair was stiff like broom bristles. The pussy beneath felt cold and hard like rubber. The shape wasn't bad.
"I'm subordinating you now. Don't resist."
"Yes... Master."
I tensed slightly. Since the target was undead, there was a chance of failure.
A red pubic tattoo matching her own tattoos was now etched on Gula's lower abdomen.
I imposed constraints to ensure Gula would never betray me. Once done, I reflexively slapped her ass. Instead of the satisfying smack I'd hoped for, there was only a dull thud.
'Part of me wants to taste that pussy right now...'
Gula was undead, but the moment she'd gained the ability to speak without stammering, the characteristic undead stench had vanished. Visually, she looked entirely alive.
'But Elena's right there.'
Even with Deception (SS), I had no confidence in evading Elena's gaze. I decided to bide my time for another opportunity and helped Gula back into her armor.
I was impressed.
In terms of raw strength and stamina alone, she already surpassed me.
It was the effect of her unique trait Monstrous Might (B) and her general trait Great Warrior of Skadir (A).
The skill Aura of Death (B) seemed to be the class skill of a Death Knight.
'Awakening another unique trait... That's incredibly rare. Is it because she's undead?'
The rank was low, but the stats were absurdly high. No doubt about it.
'She'll grow even more efficiently by devouring wraiths. And... she gets buffs against fellow wraiths too.'
I grinned.
Jackpot.
"Go, Gula! Sweep them all away!"
"Got it, Master."
Gula now spoke clearly without stammering. With her sense of self solidified, she'd dropped the honorifics when addressing me. I decided to let it slide. She was beautiful, after all.
Gula charged fearlessly at the frost giants. The red sword aura cloaking her blade glimmered faintly. When Gula swung her sword, the frost giant wraiths were sent flying helplessly. Even matching her strength for strength yielded the same result. None among the frost giant wraiths could overpower her.
"Aren't you a wraith like us?! Why obey the words of the living?!"
"That one's not even a necromancer!"
"This defies the natural order!"
"Shut up. I follow Master's orders. Die."
The frost giant wraiths fell one after another. Even when they banded together in resistance, it was futile. Gula's sword cleaved their bodies without fail.
From the rear, I leisurely directed the wraiths to pluck the frost giants' nails and claws.
"Gaaahhh!"
"We're... being devoured...!"
"To die again even in death...!"
Gula slew the giants and activated her unique trait Corpse Gluttony (C). Ever since acquiring the skill, she no longer needed to devour wraiths with her mouth. She clenched her fist toward her foes.
Krunch. Kr-runch!
She devoured enemies by crushing them with psychokinesis.
Gula looked dissatisfied after devouring them. She'd eaten three frost giant wraiths, but her stats hadn't risen. The stronger she became, the slower her growth. It was only natural.
"7,000 normal wraith nails and claws, 3,000 giant ones. All collected."
Elena announced.
The mission from Hel was complete in a mere three months.
Crunch crunch.
Gula approached us in her armor.
"Master. Are we escaping Hell now?"
"That's right. That was the goal all along."
"I'll follow you to the end."
"Good girl!"
"......"
I patted her shoulder in praise. Gula said nothing.
"Elena. Teleportation still good?"
"I know where Hel's palace is, so I can use illusions for quick travel. The problem is... the distance is so vast it'll take three days."
Elena used illusion-based teleportation. She collapsed after one use. It consumed over fifty years of lifespan at once, leaving her exhausted. I did feel a bit guilty. She was relying on Complete Recovery to keep teleporting.
'But that's that, and this is this. Can't miss the chance while Elena's passed out in the carriage.'
I stepped out and called for Gula.
"What is it, Master?"
"Pussy right up here!"
"Got it."
Clank.
Gula stripped off her armor, going fully nude, then thrust her lower body forward and spread her crimson pussy with her fingers. The motion was utterly natural. This wasn't our first time having sex, after all.
I pulled out my cock and pressed it against Gula's bone-dry pussy. A chill seeped through my glans, making me shiver. Even so, I forced my way in. Gula's pussy was cold and unyielding.
I reached out to fondle her tits—cold and firm like her pussy—and her smooth skin. My hand traced along her red tattoos.
"...I can't understand it. You're not desperate enough to crave a cold body like this... Cold pussy your thing?"
"The sensation's definitely not great."
"Then why do this?"
"Passing up a beauty like you would be a crime!"
"Still don't get it."
"Gula. Doesn't feel good? I'm pounding your womb right now. Feel that?"
"As I said before, I have no sensations."
Even with Sexual Sensitivity Boost active, her lack of reaction remained unchanged. Being undead meant she had no senses at all.
"You're mine, Gula. Don't forget it."
"Obviously."
I rubbed the tattoo on her lower abdomen with my palm as I creampied deep inside her.
We met Hel. She hadn't changed at all from our last encounter. We knelt before her and prostrated ourselves. I offered her the wraith nails and claws we'd gathered.
"You collected them faster than expected."
"Hel-nim. Keep your promise."
"Of course. Do you think I'd go back on my word? I've opened a door behind you leading out of Hell."
I glanced back.
An iron door stood where none had been moments before. Passing through it would take us outside.
"Thank you, Hel-nim."
"Just a fair trade. And as you know... I've only permitted you and that woman to leave. Wraiths cannot exit."
She meant to leave Gula behind.
I wasn't surprised. Elena and I had anticipated this.
"Hel-nim. Let Gula go too. I'll pay separately. One million AP should satisfy you."
"Impossible. You two can leave because you're living humans, but that is a wraith in human form. Wraiths of Niflheim cannot go beyond Hell. It's the law."
"......Is there truly no way?"
Hel laughed, as if she'd been waiting for those words.
"My true self has taken an interest in that wraith. And I agree—she's perfect to serve as Niflheim's manager. If she works under me as such, I'll eventually let her leave Hell."
"Didn't you say wraiths can't go beyond Hell?"
"There are countless methods. The simplest is for her to no longer be a wraith."
"...Resurrection? Can you bring Gula back to life?"
"Something like that. Have you forgotten my divinity?"
Living corpse.
Only then did it click.
Hel was dead, yet a living being. The goddess of living corpses—a paradoxical divinity.
This was an opportunity. Though I couldn't take Gula beyond Hell's domain, our link via subordination remained unbroken.
'If her sense of self were fragile, maybe not. But Gula's ego is solid now. She's even recovered fragments of her past life's memories. I can trust her.'
And she'd grow faster here. Niflheim teemed with wandering wraiths. Managing the place was no different from what we'd done so far, per Hel.
"Very well. Gula, work under Hel-nim. I'll come fetch you later."
"......Got it. As you command, Master. Should I accept this divine seat contract too?"
"Yeah. Do it."
This was the trait Gula gained upon forming the divine seat contract. A simple, straightforward description. In other words, she was undead and yet not undead. She possessed both the attributes of the dead and the living simultaneously.
"Feels good. Got myself a useful manager. Now, our business is done, right? Off with you."
We were being dismissed.
Elena and I bid our final farewells. Elena exited first, and before leaving, I placed my hand on Gula's head.
Gula's skin remained pale and cold, but now carried a faint warmth.
"See you later, Gula."
"...Yeah. Master."
I stepped out of Hell. We emerged atop a snowy mountain peak. The sky was beautifully clear.
"Our hellish journey is finally over."
Elena said with a look of relief. She handed me something—a teleportation scroll.
"Yeah. It's over."
But I didn't tear the scroll.