[EP.65] Recruitment for the 8th floor of Fire Demon Castle Palace
Optimism.
The sky that has fallen.
This was once the idol of those who reached the 8th floor of the Demonic Palace.
In the distant past, he was the person who led the Black Lion, a team that was the best target of the Demonic Palace.
However, now he was a ghost who had been eaten by the Demonic Palace and was guarding the end of the 8th floor so that no one could go beyond the 9th floor of the Demonic Palace.
And that was while barely holding on to his aging body with the life-giving ability of the Demonic Palace.
And the sword of that optimism was thunder.
The synergy between the ghost of the Demonic Palace and the thunder castle was needless to say.
That’s why so many people challenged him, hoping to go beyond the 9th floor or because they wanted the thunder of optimism.
However, the results clearly show that Nakcheon is alive and well, not dead.
Krasch was planning to gain thunder by defeating such optimism.
[It’s been a while since I’ve been here. ]
Crashu heard Crimson Garden’s voice as he looked at Lavala outside the window.
As an immortal, it appears that he has also been to the Demon Palace City, Lavala.
“Cream, is there a species in Lavala?”
[ does not exist. It would be a waste to invest time in a place like this. ]
When Krasch heard that, his eyes widened.
The same goes for the first spirit priest.
Crimson Garden appears to have contributed quite a bit to historical events that have occurred so far.
I didn’t have time to talk to Crimson Garden before the regression, so I wasn’t particularly curious.
Looking back now, it was full of things I was quite curious about.
“I’m just asking just in case. It’s not like the Demonic Palace was made by your species or anything like that.”
The Demonic Palace is now destroyed, but it is the ultimate essence achieved by a crazy weapons engineer from the Bazantrium civilization that existed long ago, before there was even an empire.
When I asked if Crimson Garden was also involved, Crimson Garden let out an astonishing laugh.
[Do you think I am involved in everything in this world? I just happened to get caught up in a few incidents. ]
I guess this isn’t the case.
[However, I know very well that a certain world eroder was very close to that weapons engineer. ]
“You’re talking about dwarves.”
The moment Crasch spoke casually, Crimson Garden stood tall.
[This guy looks like a regressor. ]
Crimson Garden showed their displeasure at being robbed of their words while intentionally trying to speak meaningfully.
I tried to pretend to know something, but it felt like I got stabbed in the back.
As Krasch was laughing out loud, the carriage suddenly came to a screeching halt.
“Im here.”
At that moment, the door opened with the coachman’s voice.
Of course, Aliod was there.
Aliod took a step back and allowed Crashu to get off comfortably, and Crashu got out of the carriage.
I guess it’s because I’ve grown so tall recently, probably because I’m in my second growth period.
The carriage, which was tall before, was now nothing.
When I checked in the mirror the other day, I noticed that the breast fat on my face was slowly starting to fall out.
Originally, Krashu grew up quickly.
Now he has moved beyond being a child and has become closer to a boy.
“Bianca.”
Crashu got off first and extended his hand to Bianca, and of course she followed him, holding his hand.
“It’s big.”
Bianca then looked up at the building and briefly evaluated it.
As she said, the building in front of me was quite large.
The Demonic Palace implicitly declared both the empire and the kingdoms to be non-governed areas.
This is because the distance between the empire and the kingdoms was too far for one side to monopolize the by-products coming from the Demonic Palace.
So, in order to equalize the supply of by-products, they made it a non-governed area.
The place that the Demonic Palace created through its own alliance was the Strategist’s Association.
Krasch immediately opened the door to the union office and entered.
As Krashu entered, several raiders glanced this way.
Just looking at the clothes, there is even a butler accompanying the two noble children.
Since it was as if the Master had come to Maseong Palace to play, the raiders immediately turned their eyes away.
Even though it was an ungoverned area, everyone knew that there was no need to get into trouble with nobles.
Krasch didn’t pay any attention to them and walked to the reception desk inside.
The receptionist immediately realized that Crashu was a nobleman and smiled very kindly.
“welcome. This is Cheloe, a guide for the Demonic Palace Raider Guild. “What business have you come here for?”
“I want to issue a pass.”
“Yes, a pass. I want to verify my identity. Would it be okay?”
Krashu casually presented the Valheim emblem.
When she saw that, she belatedly flinched.
“Bah, Valheim.”
At that moment, all eyes around me suddenly focused in this direction.
The raiders are also flying and crawling in their own way.
There was no way they didn’t know Valheim’s name.
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As they looked in this direction with startled eyes, Aliod turned his head as if to warn them.
Then the gaze quickly dispersed.
“Ah, confirmed. “Please wait a moment.”
“I would like to ask you one more favor while issuing the pass.”
“yes? Oh, yes, go ahead and say it.”
Krasch heard that and slowly smiled.
He also added something that would soon upset the employee.
“I would like to ask for a team recruitment announcement to conquer the 8th floor.”
It was time to use the name of Valheim.
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8th floor strategy recruitment notice.
Normally, this was an announcement that would make everyone laugh, but this time it was different.
That was because the person who posted the recruitment notice was none other than a direct descendant of Valheim.
“A direct descendant of Valheim is attacking the 8th floor?”
“Crazy, why is Valheim suddenly here?”
The 8th floor strategy was blocked by Nakcheon and failed repeatedly.
Naturally, this rumor quickly spread throughout Lavala.
Most of them had doubts.
Maseong Palace is one of the places in the world that is not eroded but exists as a remnant of the past.
Would it be worth it for ordinary nobles to take a look at the by-products from the Demonic Palace at least once?
There was no reason for Valheim, which was making its name known throughout the world, to do that.
In such a demonic palace, Valheim declared an attack on the 8th floor.
“Are you aiming for thunder?”
“But it’s that optimism. Is it possible?”
Rakuten, a master-level ghost with less than four figures in the world.
A master who is only commonly treated in the generation of the firmament, there are very few people who have reached the master level in the Demonic Palace.
And even Nakcheon’s former colleagues are now dead, unable to overcome the effects of time, except for Nakcheon.
In the past, there were people who attempted the 8th floor of the Demonic Palace, but that was a thing of the past.
Maseong Palace was currently only operating on the 7th floor.
Of course, if an empire or kingdom decides to push forward, it would be possible to defeat Nakcheon.
However, it was not profitable to produce master-level talent.
What if those people fail and die while dealing with a master-level ghost named Nakcheon?
Not only is it a huge loss of human resources, but the country’s status also falls.
So no one wanted to take the risk.
Thanks to that, Uroesung has remained in Nakcheon’s hands until now.
“But Valheim?”
Now, a long time has passed since Nakcheon occupied the end of the 8th floor.
A direct descendant of Valheim appeared, determined to defeat that optimism.
“Wouldn’t all the players who have tried the 8th floor before gathered here?”
The time when everyone’s expectations gathered together.
Krasch was letting out a long yawn at the union.
‘It’s slower than I thought.’
Is he even looking at his liver?
Krasch lightly tapped the desk with his index finger as he saw the people who had not gathered in a hurry even though they had been recruited through public notice.
The notice was put out with the intention of getting down to the 8th floor as quickly as possible.
I had no idea that the attackers’ buttocks would become so heavy.
[Do you know what the characteristics of those who are about to step onto the Master’s threshold are? ]
At that moment, Crimson Garden on the table laughed.
[The illusion is that the world lies beneath one’s feet. ]
Krasch did not specifically deny that statement.
There is a wall between the expert and the master.
And there are countless people who cannot overcome that wall even with a lifetime of effort.
I’m on the verge of jumping over that wall.
What does it mean?
It was like announcing that he was one of the greatest geniuses in the world.
[ Without even knowing that this is where true geniuses and ordinary people are divided. ]
Master’s steps are much more detailed than Expert’s.
Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, Superlative, Mature, and Extreme.
That one wall was much taller than the wall through the master’s entrance.
[In the past, I only used words such as beginning, maturity, and extreme, but Nawon, why do you like adding so many modifiers these days? Do you know how funny it is that your generation doesn’t even know the romance of being the best in the world? ]
Crashu looked at Crimson Garden dumbfounded, asking when they were talking about this.
‘It’s just like that inspiration. Well, they must have passed through the same generation.’
Looking at Crimson Garden, Krasch often thought of an old man he had once been indebted to.
The person who ultimately helped him deal with the curse and protect his own body, and the person who went into seclusion a long time ago and is just waiting for the day to die.
‘Where are you now?’
He also talked in an old-fashioned way, talking about the Dragonbong branch and Aurors as a unit, which was just like Crimson Garden.
Now that he is more of an expert on curses, there is no particular reason to meet him.
“So what do you want to say?”
[ As the rice plants ripen, they lower their heads. On the other hand, unripe rice does not know how to bow its head. ]
Crimson Garden said it as if it were a very simple truth.
[Then shouldn’t they be forced to bow down? ]
Forcibly bow down.
Krasch gave a dumbfounded reaction.
“If you think about it, I’ve now reached the top level of Expert?”
It wasn’t long ago that I was treated harshly by Charlotte, who I met at the beginning of the Master’s program.
Crimson Garden showed a surprising reaction to Krashu’s weak sound.
[Isn’t it easy to maintain extinction and erosion thanks to the delay in Woleum? Do you have the ability to stay on the edge and stand up to the guys you like? Now, we all know that there are no problems even for those who are just beginning to become masters. ]
I don’t really want to deny it.
Still, if we were to consider the pure state, the reality was that even a master was still far away, so Krasch reacted awkwardly.
“At one point, I heard it was a long way away.”
[That would be far from my standards. ]
It was like an arrogant Crimson Garden.
Meanwhile, Crasch saw Bianca dozing off as if she was about to hit her head on the table.
He must have been sleepy since he said he would wait with me and sat next to me the whole time.
Krasch cupped her head and made her lie down on his lap, which was sitting on the side of the sofa.
Then Bianca wriggled and snuggled into Crasch’s arms.
“Okay, well, if you don’t come.”
Krasch said, blocking Bianca from the sunlight coming through the window.
“It would be okay to visit in person.”
Making people bow their heads is our specialty.
In that case, you will need to properly decide who to target first.
Krasch glanced at the list of people who had reached the 8th floor and made a decision.
This is him.
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