Chương 133: Episode 133: Banquet of Madness
"Really, that party… … What? Is that what you do here? "On a spaceship?"
Jang Hyeon-deok looked at the huge building in front of him with an expression of bewilderment.
"spaceship?"
I wondered what was going on, so I raised my head and looked at the building.
It is a building with a design that looks like three giant domes with a round, streamlined design are joined together.
It's even wrapped in a metallic, shiny silver finish, so it definitely looks like a spaceship.
"that's right."
"At this time?"
It's 3 am now. This is not the time for events or anything like that.
"I heard it's true."
"You're going to a party wearing a mask like that, a strange hanbok, and even a sword at your waist? And at this time, here... … that? New politics, contract?"
What are you asking me to do?
"Sejong Government Complex. And that is the Sejong Government Complex Gymnasium."
"Oh yeah. "The new government building-."
I don't know what he knew, but Jang Hyeon-deok nodded with a confident expression and continued speaking.
"-It looks like it's a very insidious event. "Isn't this usually a secret party?"
"It's a secret."
"But they're doing that in this place? "Do people in Sejong City have no eyes?"
The place he is looking at is around the entrance to the gym.
There were obviously street lights and night lights installed nearby, but for some reason, they were all turned off, so it was very dark.
And if you look closely into the darkness, you can see that there is, absurdly, a red carpet.
At the entrance, there is even a guide fully dressed in a tailored tailcoat.
"Even if I had eyes, I couldn't see around here. "At least tonight."
"Huh? why?"
"If I wasn't in this car, I wouldn't have been able to get anywhere near this."
"Huh… … ."
I took out Dokgo-gyeom's invitation from my pocket and showed it to Jang Hyeon-deok.
Although Dokgo-gyeom is said to be mentally unstable, he didn't send an invitation coated with magic for no reason.
"This invitation has been granted... … No, no. This is just a Hi-Pass card. "We passed through the turnstile without you knowing."
"hmm? You changed your words midway because you thought I wouldn't understand? "Maybe you can understand?"
"… … No, I wanted to say high pass from the beginning."
Fortunately, Jang Hyeon-deok quickly lost interest.
"Anyway, this is one of the strangest places I've taken solvers to. Honestly, that… … Black market? "The taste wasn't as funny there as it is here."
"Even in terms of risk, it's probably 100 times more dangerous than the black market, right?"
At least the black market is a place for humans. This is the place where parties will be held for cultists, madmen, and the abyssal beings that embrace them.
"Okay, now the chit-chat is over. "Let's get ready to get off."
I pulled my hoodie over my head and activated the function contained in the night veil's wings.
[Shadow Deception]
Bzzzzzz… … .
The black collar of the wing coat gradually spread out and became a black liquid, or shadow itself, covering my whole body.
For a moment, I became a borderline pale shadow, completely covered in pitch-black darkness.
Activate a new magic above it.
[Plundered Identity]
Giiiing… … .
A new shape is created above the blurry silhouette.
There was no need to change my appearance in particular, so I didn't look much different from my previous self. However, the mask on his face has a completely different design.
A strangely shaped silver mask made by stealing the face of a dead person, similar to the [Dead Man's Mask] in Heoju's mansion.
Of course, only the appearance has changed, but the real Dead Man's Mask is still used as a terminal to control the ghost golems in the mansion.
Jang Hyeon-deok, who watched the series of processes, whistled as if he was impressed.
"So what do I do now? I don't want to go back with an empty car. Should I wait? "My waiting time is also included in the billing."
Ah, thank you for suggesting it first. From the beginning, we made a plan based on what Jang Hyeon-deok was waiting for.
"good. But it's dangerous around here, so I'm just hanging out around town for now."
"Ah, if that's the case, that's fine with me."
"instead."
"instead?"
"Take Achilles with me. And instructions. "It doesn't matter where you go in Sejong City, but don't go outside of Sejong City."
"What happens if I leave?"
"Achilles, who has lost contact with me and is on high alert, will break your cervical vertebrae."
It's a lie. However, if I don't talk about this guy's personality to this extent, things may go astray.
"… … "At what kilometer does it stop?"
"I don't know. "It depends on my condition and the concentration of magical power around me."
There are so many other things to consider, such as the position of the moon, the movements of the stars, humidity, particles in the air, terrain, etc.
Therefore, in an underground bomb shelter filled with the magical power of [The One Who Laughs], it could not maintain a distance of even 10 meters, but in an open area with all directions open, it can exert influence even tens of kilometers away.
"Anyway, it's dangerous here… … . Okay, can you see the apartment complex over there in the distance? Stay there. "I think we can reach there."
"It's really okay, right? And this fake dog's condition seems a bit strange, doesn't it?"
Achilles, who was seated in the back seat, was sitting still, unlike usual.
It looks like a kind of modern art work that solidifies miscellaneous items and embodies the shape of a dog.
'Well, it's true that I made the shape of a dog by hardening miscellaneous things.'
Although Jang Hyeon-deok cannot see it, Achilles is currently busy processing the complex calculations I entered.
"That's because I maintain some magic through Achilles."
"Also, at the right time, 'Magic!' And that's it."
"Well, do you think I can understand if you explain it to me?"
"Huh?"
"No, no. stop! stop! Please. "Stop talking nonsense!"
"Oh my, I understand."
"okay. "Anyway, Achilles is too busy to protect you, so take care of yourself."
"Well, anyway, if you're in an apartment complex, no one will make a fuss."
"Hmm."
As I said, Jang Hyeon-deok is one of the strategic assets I must protect. And if the magic that Achilles maintains is lifted, my plan will go completely wrong... … .
[protection team]
[Blurred presence]
[ghost walk]
[Tindalos' Shell]
A spell was cast on Jang Hyeon-deok and his Bungbungi. Since the connection may be lost unexpectedly intermittently, I sacrificed a few magic stones to create an auxiliary magic power battery.
"That magicite seems to be of extremely high purity, but isn't it expensive?"
"I just lost all the money I earned chasing birds earlier."
"Hehe?"
To be specific, 120 million. Since we have to give some money to Jang Hyeon-deok, we are already at a loss.
Anyway, I have enough money to spoil, and if I run out of money, I can always make it.
However, a psychic with the [Living Altar] attribute and a spirit golem with an S-class artifact cannot be purchased with money.
"See you later then."
"Hey, wait a minute."
"yes?"
I need to clear up one thing I was doubting before.
"Are there any ghost stories or legends related to Sejong City?"
"Huh? "I don't have any?"
"okay?"
Whenever Jang Hyeon-deok went somewhere, he would tell strange legends related to the area. At first, he thought it was just something he said, but the more it repeated, the more suspicious it became.
'Every time this guy said something strange, something crazy would happen.'
There's not much noise today. Does this mean that unexpected developments won't occur? I really hope that's what you mean.
I can't let down my guard yet. It may just be that the conditions are not met.
Jang Hyeon-deok's car quickly drove away as soon as it dropped me off.
I walked slowly on the red carpet and looked around.
'Anyway, seeing how clumsy it is hiding makes me even more concerned.'
Sticky gaze felt from all directions.
Artificial darkness scattered throughout the massive gym.
And the high-level magical powers hidden in the darkness.
Some even hang from the roof or walls of the gym.
Most of them are security personnel deployed to prevent unexpected intruders.
'Seeing those guys reminds me of the frustration I had when I was playing games.'
Normally, in order to enter the event venue, you would have to sneak around here and there to avoid the eyes of those guys.
Meanwhile, there was an instant death trap that exploded immediately if you stepped on it, and if you fell while climbing up that outer wall, you were instantly declared dead by falling, and the bugs were so severe that all resources were probably wasted to create a huge gym.
'But this time, I have an invitation, so I can go in with confidence.'
Hehehe… … . Just knowing that I don't have to do that makes me feel better.
At the end of the red carpet, an elderly gentleman perfectly dressed in an excessively angular tailcoat is checking invitations.
"Do you need help?"
Oops, I thought about it too long.
The Masquerade gatekeeper, an old gentleman wearing a stylish tailcoat, spoke to me.
Without saying a word, I took out Dokgo-gyeom's invitation from my pocket and showed it to him.
It's a cute postcard with a purple teddy bear, but it doesn't really matter what it looks like. Dokgo-gyeom's magic remains in this postcard prepared through some kind of ritual.
The gatekeeper, recognizing the magical power, bowed his head politely.
"Thank you for coming all the way."
"Can I come in?"
"Yes, just continue along the carpet."
"All right."
I walked slowly and passed the gatekeeper. It would be a lie to say that there was no tension at all, but it was still there.
'Okay, has it passed this far?'
Since Cheongeumdang had already experienced similar difficulties, we took the best possible precautions.
Because I have become entangled with too many abyssal beings, I now have too many different smells to disguise myself as a cult member of a specific denomination.
He is the [King in Yellow Clothes], he is the [one who comes from the darkness], he is the [living flame]... … .
Fortunately, that problem was solved by the Night Veil's Wing Clothes.
This problem cannot be solved with shallow illusion magic such as [Plundered Identity], but [Shadow Charm] of [Wings of the Night Shroud] provides a very powerful correction.
'Unless an L-class artifact or the abyss itself intervenes, you will not be able to see through my identity.'
But once you see through the identity, what are you going to do?
My mana core contains a fragment of [The One Who Comes from the Dark]. In any case, it is worth arguing that he is not someone who has anything to do with the Starving Mansion.
Therefore, I hid other magical power and disguised it in a form that highlighted the magical power of [The One Who Comes from the Dark].
'And this should be enough for camouflage.'
There is no way that anyone could have been appointed as the gatekeeper for an event with this level of sensitivity. Not even the gatekeeper who had selected them specially for today noticed.
Inside the gym, the road split into two branches.
One path leads to the door in front.
And the other way is to go up the stairs.
Is it for directions? This time, there is a woman wearing a tailcoat. She stroked her messy hair and said in an annoyed tone.
"Welcome to Hanmi. "I would like to ask you to confirm where and who came from."
Strange tone this time. Again, this is an excessive setting.
Well, today is a special day. Aren't the main villains of a chapter, or at least mid-bosses, gathered in one place?
You will only see these guys all day long. Everyone will appear briefly and show off their strange personalities, but after today, we may never meet again.
"I am an initiate from the Starving Mansion."
"In the Starving Mansion… … ."
He looked through the documents for a moment, checked something, and continued speaking.
"What is your name?"
"Heo Sang-hyeon."
The horse's tail still looks like it's being chewed and spit out.
She took her eyes off the papers for a moment and looked at me.
A short silence.
"Thank you for the confirmation. "You can just go straight ahead."
As expected, there is no problem.
By the way, aren't we all gathering together wearing masks to hide each other's identities? What name are you asking?
'Well, in the end, it's whatever Dokgo-gyeom wants to do.'
After all, this is a meeting organized by a mentally ill person. Even if I complain about the detailed settings, I'm the only one who gets tired.
Anyway, am I on the first floor?
Initiates, that is, direct disciples, are on the first floor.
And the judges, who are VIPs, go to the second floor.
Good profit… … .
The large door opened, and a crazy banquet prepared for the cultists was revealed.
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