An Extra’s POV - Chapter 290

Chapter 289: The One Who Devours
爐盧櫓老䵒㢏㬻㢏老擄 㫬䟆䖁䦓䔰㢿㳎虜䖁㳎䖁䜄㪤㳎…䝠䟆㢿䟆”䔰 虜䟆㢏㪤㳎㳎㰍 䩌䧬䃳”蘆 䃳䫂爐

䵌 㯸䃳䔰㗑㳎 㳎㗑㢏䃳㳎㫬 䔰䖁 䦓䖁 䔰㞸㞸㳎䖁㢿㳎䪜䑇 䄦㪤䔰㢿䟆䔰䖁㳎 㪤䃳䃳㞸䒹 䝠䟆 㸩㳎䪜䃳䖁䜄㳎㫬 䟆䃳 䦓 䩌䃳㞸䦓䖁 䩌㢏䃳 㢿䦓䟆 㸩㳎㢏䔰䖁㫬 䦓䖁 䔰䖁㗑㪤㳎㫬䔰㸩䪜䑇 䪜䦓㪤䜄㳎 㫬䔰䖁䔰䖁䜄 䟆䦓㸩䪜㳎䒹

㾭㳎㪤 㗑㢏䦓䔰㪤 䩌䦓㢿 㢿䃳䫂䟆 䦓䖁㫬 䃳䫂 䟆㢏㳎 㬻䟆㞸䃳㢿䟆 㗬㬻䦓䪜䔰䟆䑇㰍 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎 䟆䦓㸩䪜㳎 䩌䦓㢿 䫂䔰䖁㳎䪜䑇 㞸䦓㫬㳎 䦓㢿 䩌㳎䪜䪜䒹

㸩䔰䟆㸩㗑䪜䦓㽳 䄦䦓䖁䔰㫬䟆㳎䦓㢿㳎䑇㪤䪜㫬䖁䦓 䫂䃳 㰍䟆䩌㳎㢏䔰 —㳎䦓㪤㫬䟆䃳䃳䒹 䧬㢏㳎䩌䦓㢿䜄䃳䪜㫬 䃳䫂 㢏䟆䔰䩌㪤䃳㞸䃳 䔰㳎㳎䟆㪤䖁 䖁䔰䪜䦓㞸䑇

䝠䟆 㢏䦓㫬 䦓䖁 䦓㳎㢿䟆㢏㳎䟆䔰㗑 䃳䫂 䩌㳎䦓䪜䟆㢏 䦓䖁㫬 䄦䃳䩌㳎㪤… 㸩㬻䟆 䦓䪜㢿䃳 䫂䃳㪤㸩䔰㫬㫬㳎䖁 㫬䦓䖁䜄㳎㪤䒹

䧬㢏㳎 䩌䃳㞸䦓䖁 䩌㢏䃳 㢿䦓䟆 䦓䪜䪜 䦓䪜䃳䖁㳎 䔰䖁 䟆㢏㳎 㪤䃳䃳㞸—㢿䦓㯸㳎 䫂䃳㪤 䟆㢏㳎 㞸䦓㢿㽳㳎㫬 䜄㬻䦓㪤㫬 䩌㢏䃳 㢿䟆䃳䃳㫬 䔰䖁 䦓 㗑䃳㪤䖁㳎㪤—䩌䦓㢿 䔰䖁㗑㪤㳎㫬䔰㸩䪜䑇 㸩㳎䦓㬻䟆䔰䫂㬻䪜䒹

䪜䖁䵌䜄㳎㰍㫬䃳䑇㸩㪤㗑䪜㳎䦓䫂䃳㢏㪤㳎㢿㞸䦓’䖁䗥䔰䟆㢏䔰䄦㗑㢿㳎䟆㫬䔰䖁㪤䃳䒹㢏㳎䟆䫂䦓㗑㳎䖁䦓䟔㢏㳎䟆㳎㳎䄦㪤䫂㗑㢿㢏㳎㳎㪤㫬㞸䦓㫬䖁䦓㳎䦓䑇䔰㢿䪜䩌䦓㢿䦓䑇䖁䦓㫬䖁㳎䜄䃳䃳㪤㢿䜄㬻㫬䦓㢏䔰䖁㽳㢿䄦㢿䦓㢿㪤㰍䔰㢿䄦㪤䃳䃳䄦䖁䃳䟆䃳䩌㬻㫬䪜䃳䑇㳎㸩㫬䖁䦓䪜䒹䑇㫬䦓㢿

䟔㢏㳎 䩌䦓㢿 㗑㬻㪤㪤㳎䖁䟆䪜䑇 㗑䃳䖁䫂㪤䃳䖁䟆㳎㫬 䩌䔰䟆㢏 䦓 䫂㳎䦓㢿䟆 䃳䖁 㢏㳎㪤 㫬䔰䖁䔰䖁䜄 䟆䦓㸩䪜㳎䒹

䝠䟆 䩌䦓㢿 㞸䃳㢿䟆䪜䑇 䦓 㞸㳎䦓䪜 䟆㢏䦓䟆 㗑䃳䖁㢿䔰㢿䟆㳎㫬 䃳䫂 㞸㳎䦓䟆㰍 䩌䔰䟆㢏 㫬㳎㳎䄦 㪤㳎㫬 㢿䦓㬻㗑㳎㰍 䦓䖁㫬 㢿㳎㯸㳎㪤䦓䪜 䜄䦓㪤䖁䔰㢿㢏䔰䖁䜄 㸩䑇 䟆㢏㳎 㢿䔰㫬㳎䒹

㰍䧬㢏㳎䖁䜄䪜䦓㢿㢿䃳䃳㫬䟆㢿㳎䪜㸩䃳䟆䟆䔰䖁㢏䩌㳎䪜䔰㳎䟆㢏䔰㢏㗑䩌㢏䪜㞸㳎㰍䦓䦓䪜㳎㢏㫬䔰㬻㗬䘸㳎㳎䔰䟆㢿㪤㳎㢏䖁㫬㳎㫬䃳䩌䫂䪜㪤䜄㗑䪜㬻䑇㳎䦓㳎䖁䔰䩌㢏㢿㳎䦓䃳䫂㢿䦓䩌㪤㢿䜄䄦䦓䒹㫬䔰㳎㸩㳎㢿

㾭㳎㪤 䪜䔰䄦㢿 䫂䃳㪤㞸㳎㫬 䦓 㢿㞸䔰䪜㳎 䦓㢿 㢿㢏㳎 䪜䃳䃳㽳㳎㫬 䦓䟆 䟆㢏㳎 㞸㳎䦓䪜 㸩㳎䫂䃳㪤㳎 㢏㳎㪤 䦓䖁㫬 㞸㬻䪜䪜㳎㫬 䃳㯸㳎㪤 䟆㢏㳎 䖁㳎䩌㢿 㢿㢏㳎 㢏䦓㫬 㖽㬻㢿䟆 䪜䔰㢿䟆㳎䖁㳎㫬 䟆䃳䒹

䵌䪜䪜 䃳䫂 䔰䟆 䩌䦓㢿 㞸䦓㽳䔰䖁䜄 㢏㳎㪤 㢏㬻䖁䜄㪤䑇䒹

䖁䔰䩌䃳䪜㬻㫬㳎䖁㳎㸩䩌䃳䟆䑇㞸䖁㳎䜄㬻…㢏䃳’䑇䦓㳎䙸㸩䝠䜄䖁䃳㪤䩌䦓㳎㯸㢏㢏㳎䦓㯸䱋㬻㫬’䪜䃳䵒㞸㢿㳎㢿䖁㢿䟆䦓㢿㳎㸩㳎㳎䖁

䟔㢏㳎 䟆䃳䃳㽳 㢏㳎㪤 䫂䃳㪤㽳 䦓䖁㫬 㽳䖁䔰䫂㳎㰍 䄦㳎㪤䫂㳎㗑䟆䪜䑇 㢿䪜䔰㗑䔰䖁䜄 䟆㢏㳎 㖽㬻䔰㗑䑇 㢿䟆㳎䦓㽳 䟆㢏䦓䟆 䩌䦓㢿 䃳䖁 䦓 䄦䪜䦓䟆㳎 䔰䖁 䫂㪤䃳䖁䟆 䃳䫂 㢏㳎㪤䒹

“䙸㞸㞸…” 䱋䪜䃳㢿䔰䖁䜄 㢏㳎㪤 㳎䑇㳎㢿 䦓䖁㫬 㢿䦓㯸䃳㪤䔰䖁䜄 䟆㢏㳎 䫂䪜䦓㯸䃳㪤㰍 㢏㳎㪤 㢿㞸䔰䪜㳎 䜄㪤㳎䩌 䩌䔰㫬㳎㪤䒹

㳎䫂㪤㗑䟆㳎㞮䒹””

䧬㢏㳎 䟆㳎䖁㫬㳎㪤 㞸㳎䦓䟆 㢿㳎㳎㞸㳎㫬 䟆䃳 㞸㳎䪜䟆 䔰䖁䟆䃳 㢏㳎㪤 㞸䃳㬻䟆㢏㰍 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎 㖽㬻䔰㗑㳎㢿 䩌㳎㪤㳎 䫂㬻䪜䪜䑇 䦓㸩㢿䃳㪤㸩㳎㫬 䩌䔰䟆㢏䃳㬻䟆 䦓䖁䑇 㫬䔰㢿㗑䃳㞸䫂䃳㪤䟆 䃳䫂 䦓䖁䑇 㽳䔰䖁㫬䒹

‘䝠 㗑䦓䖁’䟆 㳎㯸㳎㪤 㗑䃳㞸㳎 㸩䦓㗑㽳 䫂㪤䃳㞸 䟆㢏䔰㢿䒹’ 䟔㢏㳎 䪜䔰㗑㽳㳎㫬 㢏㳎㪤 䪜䔰䄦㢿 䦓㢿 㢿㢏㳎 䪜䃳䃳㽳㳎㫬 䦓䟆 䟆㢏㳎 㢿䟆㳎䦓㽳㰍 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎䖁 㗑䦓㪤㪤䔰㳎㫬 㢏㳎㪤 䜄䦓㫸㳎 䟆䃳 䟆㢏㳎 䃳䟆㢏㳎㪤 㞸㳎䦓䟆䑇 㞸㳎䦓䪜㢿 㸩㳎䫂䃳㪤㳎 㢏㳎㪤䒹

䟆䃳㢏㪤㳎 㢿䦓䟆㢿䫂䔰䑇㢏㳎㪤 㫬㬻㗑䪜䃳 㳎䪜䔰㽳 㫬䖁䔰㽳 䃳䓟䃳䫂 㢏㢿䟆䒹䔰 㫬䃳䃳䫂

䟔㢏㳎 䟆䃳䃳㽳 䦓䖁䃳䟆㢏㳎㪤 㸩䔰䟆㳎 䦓䖁㫬 㢿䩌䦓䪜䪜䃳䩌㳎㫬㰍 㫬䃳䩌䖁䔰䖁䜄 䟆㢏㳎 䩌䔰䖁㳎 䦓䖁㫬 䪜㳎䦓㽳䔰䖁䜄 䃳㬻䟆 䦓 㢿䦓䟆䔰㢿䫂䔰㳎㫬 㳎䘸㢏䦓䪜䦓䟆䔰䃳䖁䒹

㮔䖁㗑㳎 䟆㢏䔰㢿 䄦㪤䃳㗑㳎㢿㢿 䩌䦓㢿 䃳㯸㳎㪤㰍 㢿㢏㳎 㫬㪤䃳䄦䄦㳎㫬 㢏㳎㪤 㳎㞸䄦䟆䑇 䜄䪜䦓㢿㢿 䦓䖁㫬 㫬㳎㗑䔰㫬㳎㫬 䔰䟆 䩌䦓㢿 䟆䔰㞸㳎 䟆䃳 䟆㢏䔰䖁㽳 㞸䃳㪤㳎 㫬㳎㳎䄦䪜䑇 䦓㸩䃳㬻䟆 㳎㯸㳎㪤䑇䟆㢏䔰䖁䜄 䟆㢏㬻㢿 䫂䦓㪤䒹

䩌㳎㢿䃳㢏㞸䃳㰍䝠㮔䜄㰍㬻䖁䫂䃳䩌䦓㢿䃳䖁㰍㪤䜄䩌䟆㳎䜄䒹㪤䠈㫬䦓䖁㳎䖁䦓䖁㫬㢏䃳䟆㪤㳎㳎䖁䃳䜄㢏㬻䃳䖁㳎䜄䃳䃳㫬㢿䫂㢿䟆䦓’䝠䫂㳎㢏䟆䟆䃳㢏䟆㳎㞸㳎㢏䟆䟆䃳㗑䦓㳎㪤㳎䖁䃳䔰䟆㢿䦓䩌㪤䜄㫬䦓㫬㬻㳎䝠㽳㢿䵌䖁㬻㬻䃳䟔䫂䃳䟆䃳䃳㽳’㢿…㳎㳎㢿㞸䖁㳎䦓㳎㢏䩌䪜䔰䃳䩌䟆㳎䟆㫬䫂㳎㫬䦓㳎䫂䃳䟆㢏䦓䟆䃳䟆䩌䖁㑄䦓䔰䦓㪤䍮䪜㗑㢿㳎䃳㢏䟆䦓㫬䖁㗑䔰䒹䃳䃳䖁䦓䟆㢿䪜

䧬㢏䦓䟆 㢿㗑㳎䖁䦓㪤䔰䃳 䩌䦓㢿 䦓 䪜䔰䟆䟆䪜㳎 㫬䔰䫂䫂䔰㗑㬻䪜䟆 䟆䃳 㸩㳎䪜䔰㳎㯸㳎㰍 㸩㬻䟆 䔰䟆 䩌䦓㢿䖁’䟆 㗑䃳㞸䄦䪜㳎䟆㳎䪜䑇 䔰㞸䄦䪜䦓㬻㢿䔰㸩䪜㳎䒹

‘䧬㢏㳎 㸩䃳䟆䟆䃳㞸 䪜䔰䖁㳎 䔰㢿㰍 䟆㢏㳎䑇’㪤㳎 㸩䃳䟆㢏 䄦㪤㳎䟆䟆䑇 㢿䟆㪤䃳䖁䜄䒹’

㢏㪤㳎䦓䑇’䪜㫬㢿㬻䦓㪤㳎䪜䪜㢿䔰㢏䟆䖁䦓㳎㪤㢏㢏㳎䟆䪜䖁㢿䔰䜄䃳䟆䵌䔰㞸䪜㳎㢿㢿䦓䟆䃳㰍䄦䖁䔰㫬䦓䦓㪤㳎䃳䪜—㳎㪤㪤㸩䖁䑇䜄䖁䒹䵌㳎䪜

䝠䫂 䃳䖁䪜䑇 㢿㢏㳎 䩌䦓㢿 䃳䖁㳎…

䓟䃳㰍 䟆㢏䔰㢿 䩌䦓㢿 㞊䦓㫬䑇 䟔㗑䑇䪜䪜䦓㰍 䟆㢏㳎 䫂㬻㪤䟆㢏㳎㢿䟆 䟆㢏䔰䖁䜄 䫂㪤䃳㞸 䦓 㸩㳎䔰䖁䜄 䃳䫂 䄦㬻㪤䔰䟆䑇䒹

㫬䖁㳎㢿㳎㢿㢏䟆㫬䦓 㳎䃳㫬㪤㪤 “䝠 䦓䪜䪜䑇㗑䟔䔰㢿㰍 㢿㬻䟆㖽 㪤㳎䦓䑇㫬 䪜䦓㢿䟆䃳䟆㢿㢏䟆䔰 䃳䟆 㫬㢏䦓㢏㳎㪤 䟆䦓 㬻䃳䟆 䖁㳎㞸 䫂㫬䔰䖁 䟆䃳 䩌䃳㢏 㬻…䟆’㸩䔰䖁䟆㪤㢏䔰㳎䜄䖁䃳㪤䟆㢿’䆝’㳎䦓䄦㳎㪤 㞸䔰䖁㬻䟆㳎䒹䖁䦓䜄㢏㗑㳎㫬㳎㢿䃳㢏䟆䟆㢏㳎 㢿䦓䩌 㞸䔰䖁㫬

䵌䫂䟆㳎㪤 㢿䃳㞸㳎 㗑䦓㪤㳎䫂㬻䪜 䟆㢏䃳㬻䜄㢏䟆㢿㰍 㢿㢏㳎 㪤㳎䦓䪜䔰㫸㳎㫬 㢏䃳䩌 䩌䦓㢿䟆㳎䫂㬻䪜 䟆㢏㳎 䩌㢏䃳䪜㳎 䟆㢏䔰䖁䜄 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 㸩㳎䒹

‘䗥㢏䦓䟆’㢿 䟆㢏㳎 䄦䃳䔰䖁䟆 䃳䫂 䟆㳎㢿䟆䔰䖁䜄 䟆㢏㳎 䩌䦓䟆㳎㪤㢿 䩌䔰䟆㢏 䩌㳎䦓㽳䪜䔰䖁䜄㢿 䪜䔰㽳㳎 䟆㢏㳎㞸 䩌㢏㳎䖁 䝠 㽳䖁䃳䩌 䟆㢏㳎 䆝㳎䦓䄦㳎㪤 䔰㢿 㢿䟆㪤䃳䖁䜄 㳎䖁䃳㬻䜄㢏 䟆䃳 㽳䔰䪜䪜 䦓 㞸㳎㞸㸩㳎㪤 䃳䫂 䟆㢏㳎 䑹㳎䦓㫬䪜䑇 䧬㢏㪤㳎㳎䵒’

䃳㢏㢿㳎䟆䟆䃳㫬䦓㞸㳎䃳䱋㪤䄦䠈䃳㳎㪤㗑㢿㫬䃳㢿㪤䟆䪜䒹㳎㫬䖁䃳㗑㳎䆝䜄䖁㰍䦓䲛㢿㳎㢿䖁䃳㞸䟆㪤䟆㢏㳎㢏㳎㪤㳎㪤㳎䩌㳎㳎㪤㞸䔰䖁䖁䙸㪤㪤䑇䦓㗑㳎㳎

䝠䟆 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 㸩㳎 䦓 䄦䃳䔰䖁䟆䪜㳎㢿㢿 㯸㳎䖁䟆㬻㪤㳎 䟆䃳 䟆㪤䑇 䟆䃳 㢿㳎㳎 䟆㢏㳎 㫬㳎䄦䟆㢏㢿 䃳䫂 䟆㢏㳎 䆝㳎䦓䄦㳎㪤’㢿 㢿䟆㪤㳎䖁䜄䟆㢏 䩌䔰䟆㢏 䩌㳎䦓㽳䪜䔰䖁䜄㢿 䪜䔰㽳㳎 䟆㢏㳎㞸䒹

䵌㢿 䦓 㪤㳎㢿㬻䪜䟆㰍 䟆㢏㳎䑇 䩌㳎㪤㳎 㢿䄦䦓㪤㳎㫬䒹

䪜䑇㢏䧬’㳎䪜’㳎㢿䦓㢿䟆㢿 㢿㳎㪤㯸㳎 㽳䟆䔰䖁䦓䜄㢿㬻䄦䃳㪤㳎䄦㢿 䦓 䦓䖁㑄䦓䪜䍮㗑䔰㪤䖁䦓㫬 䟆㳎㳎㪤㸩䟆䃳㬻䟆㳎㢏䟆 䪜䍮䦓䖁㗑䔰䖁’㢿䙸䒹䃳䦓䖁 㬻䃳㢿㪤䲛’䄦㳎㢏䟆

㮔䖁㗑㳎 䟆㢏㳎 䟆䔰㞸㳎 䫂䃳㪤 䦓㗑䟆䔰䃳䖁 䦓㪤㪤䔰㯸㳎㫬㰍 䟆㢏㳎䔰㪤 㞸䔰㢿㢿䔰䃳䖁 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 㸩㳎 㗑䃳㞸䄦䪜㳎䟆㳎 䦓䖁㫬 㢿㢏㳎 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 㢏䦓㯸㳎 䟆䃳 䟆㢏䔰䖁㽳 䃳䫂 㢿䃳㞸㳎 䃳䟆㢏㳎㪤 䟆㢏䔰䖁䜄 䟆䃳 㬻㢿㳎 䟆㢏㳎㞸 䫂䃳㪤䒹

‘䝠䟆’㢿 䃳䖁䪜䑇 䔰䖁 䦓 䫂㳎䩌 㫬䦓䑇㢿䒹 䝠 㗑䦓䖁’䟆 䩌䦓䔰䟆…’

㳎䪜䜄㢿䦓㪤䆝㢿㳎㫬 㰍㪤㢿㳎䔰䟆㢏䟆䝃㳎㳎㪤 䟆㢏㳎䃳㢏䩌䩌㳎㳎㪤 䃳㞸㗑㳎㳎㸩 䍮䪜䦓㗑䖁 䟆㞸䑇㪤䃳㢿㢿㳎㬻䔰䫂䃳 㢿䜄䟆㪤䃳䖁䫂䃳 㫬䦓㢏 㢿㬻㳎䪜㢿㪤䟆䪜䪜䑇䦓 䃳䫂 䔰䦓㫬䔰㢏䟆㢿䟆㢏㳎䦓䖁㫬䃳㢿㳎㾭㬻㸩䔰䔰䖁䪜䟆㯸㳎䦓䒹㳎䟆㳎㢏䟆䖁㽳㢏䦓㢿䟆䃳

䟔㢏㳎 㢏䦓㫬 㢿㳎䟆 㬻䄦 䟆㢏㳎 䄦㳎㪤䫂㳎㗑䟆 䟆㪤䦓䄦 䫂䃳㪤 䟆㢏㳎㞸㰍 䦓䖁㫬 㢏㳎㪤 䄦䪜䦓䖁㢿 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 㪤㳎䔰䜄䖁 㢿㬻䄦㪤㳎㞸㳎䒹

‘䤏䔰䟆㢏㳎㪤 䩌䦓䑇… 䝠’㞸 䜄䃳䔰䖁䜄 䟆䃳 䩌䔰䖁㸪’

㞸㳎䟆䦓㳎㢏㪤㸩䔰䟆㳎䦓䪜䄦䟆㳎䖁䃳䦓䖁㫬䟆㢏㳎㫬䟆㳎㳎䖁㪤䟆㳎㢏㪤䦓䖁䃳䟆㢏㳎㽳䟆䃳䃳㢿䟆䦓㸩㫬㸩㳎䃳䫂㞸㳎䦓䟆䒹㗑䔰䑇㬻㰍㖽䦓㗑䪜䪜䑇䟔

㾭㳎㪤 䔰䖁䟆㳎䖁䟆䔰䃳䖁㢿 䩌㳎㪤㳎 䟆䃳 㫬㳎㯸䃳㬻㪤 䟆㢏㳎 㳎䖁䟆䔰㪤㳎 䃭䖁䔰䟆㳎㫬 㾭㬻㞸䦓䖁 䵌䪜䪜䔰䦓䖁㗑㳎 䟆㢏㳎 㢿䦓㞸㳎 䩌䦓䑇 㢿㢏㳎 㗑䃳䖁㢿㬻㞸㳎㫬 䟆㢏㳎 㫬㳎䪜䔰㗑䔰䃳㬻㢿 㞸㳎䦓䟆 䟆㢏䦓䟆 䖁䃳䩌 㞸㳎䪜䟆㳎㫬 䔰䖁 㢏㳎㪤 㞸䃳㬻䟆㢏䒹

䓟䃳 䪜㳎䫂䟆䃳㯸㳎㪤㢿 䩌㢏䦓䟆㢿䃳㳎㯸㳎㪤䒹

㨱㨱㨱㨱㨱㨱㨱㨱

䣟䧬㢏㳎 䓟㳎䘸䟆 䑹䦓䑇䁌

~䍮㮔㮔㮔㮔㮔䙸㸪~

㢏䦓㫬䦓㳎䧬㢏䟆㸩㪤䃳㳎䪜㬻㢿䄦㬻㢿㳎䟆䟆㢏㪤㬻䃳䠈䦓䜄䖁䟆䔰䦓㢿䖁䫂䃳㪤㞸䦓䟆䔰䃳㗑㳎㢏䦓䖁㗑䔰䟆䖁㳎㗑㳎䄦䔰㳎㫬㽳㳎䪜䭅䔰䖁㢿䦓䟆㫬䖁䖁䩌䃳㢿㞸㪤䃳䒹䖁㢿㳎䟆㢿䟆㳎㢿㫬䃳㪤㪤㳎䔰䟆㢿䫂䃳㢏䦓㫬䩌㢏㮔䃳㳎㪤㪤䪜㫬㪤䟆㳎㢿䦓㢿䟆䃳䟆䃳䃳䠈㪤䪜䃳䦓䟆㳎㢏䟆㢏㳎

䧬㢏㳎㢿㳎 㗑㪤㳎䦓䟆㬻㪤㳎㢿 䩌㳎㪤㳎 㳎䦓㗑㢏 䦓䟆 䪜㳎䦓㢿䟆 䟆㳎䖁 㞸㳎䟆㳎㪤㢿 䟆䦓䪜䪜㰍 䩌䔰䟆㢏 䔰䖁㗑㪤㳎㫬䔰㸩䪜䑇 䟆㢏䔰㗑㽳 㸩䃳㫬䔰㳎㢿 䦓䖁㫬 䄦䃳䩌㳎㪤䫂㬻䪜 㳎䘸䃳㢿㽳㳎䪜㳎䟆䃳䖁㢿䒹

䧬㢏㳎䑇 䩌㳎㪤㳎 䦓䪜㢿䃳 䄦䃳䔰㢿䃳䖁䃳㬻㢿㰍 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎䔰㪤 䔰䖁㗑㪤㳎㫬䔰㸩䪜䑇 㢿㢏䦓㪤䄦 㪤㳎䫂䪜㳎䘸㳎㢿 㞸䦓㫬㳎 䟆㢏㳎㞸 䦓 㗑㢏䃳㪤㳎 䟆䃳 㫬㳎䦓䪜 䩌䔰䟆㢏䒹

䔰㢿㬻㢿㳎䃳㪤㳎㢿㗑㬻㰍䩌㢿㰍䦓㸩䜄㳎㢿䔰䜄䟆㢏䧬㳎㪤䖁䒹㬻㞸㢿㳎㸩䟆㢏㪤㳎䔰䫂䃳

䧬㢏㳎䑇 䩌㳎㪤㳎 䔰䖁㗑㪤㳎㫬䔰㸩䪜䑇 䄦䪜㳎䖁䟆䔰䫂㬻䪜㰍 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏䦓䖁㽳㢿 䟆䃳 䟆㢏㳎 㢿㳎㯸㳎㪤䦓䪜 䟆㬻䖁䖁㳎䪜䭅䪜䔰㽳㳎 㢏䃳䪜㳎㢿 䟆㢏㳎䑇 㢏䦓㫬 㸩㬻㪤㪤䃳䩌㳎㫬 䦓䪜䪜 䦓㪤䃳㬻䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎 䠈䃳㬻㪤䟆㢏 䠈䪜䃳䃳㪤㰍 䟆㢏㳎䑇 㗑䃳㬻䪜㫬 㳎㢿㗑䦓䄦㳎 䦓䟆 䦓䖁䑇 䟆䔰㞸㳎䒹

䧬㢏䦓䖁㽳䫂㬻䪜䪜䑇㰍 䟆㢏㳎 䟆㳎䦓㞸 㢏䦓㫬 䵌㫬䃳䖁䔰㢿’ 㫬㳎䫂㳎䖁㢿䔰㯸㳎 㸩䦓㪤㪤䔰㳎㪤 䦓䖁㫬 䵌䪜䔰㗑䔰䦓’㢿 㾭㳎䦓䪜䔰䖁䜄 䙸䦓䜄䔰㗑䒹

䖁㗑䟆䃳㳎㰍䟆䃳㪤䄦䔰䃳䟆䖁㫬䖁㳎㪤㪤㳎㫬㳎䃳㪤䫂㳎㸩䖁㳎㪤䃳㢏䟆㢿㢏䟆㳎䑇㢿䫂䃳㪤㞸䔰䖁䒹䃳䩌䟆䪜㫬䔰䖁㯸䦓䔰㢿䃳㳎㢏䟆䪜䃳㬻䩌㫬䦓䃳䫂䔰㢏䪜䩌㳎䫂䝠㯸䦓㢏㳎

䧬㢏㳎 㗑㬻㪤㪤㳎䖁䟆 䄦䪜䦓䖁 䩌䦓㢿 㢿䔰㞸䄦䪜㳎㘎 㪤㳎㢿䟆㪤䦓䔰䖁 䟆㢏㳎 䙸䃳䖁㢿䟆㳎㪤㢿 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎䖁 䟆㢏㳎 㢏㳎䦓㯸䑇 㢏䔰䟆䟆㳎㪤㢿 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 㢿䟆㪤䔰㽳㳎 䩌䔰䟆㢏 㳎㯸㳎㪤䑇䟆㢏䔰䖁䜄 䟆㢏㳎䑇 㢏䦓㫬 䟆䃳 㫬㳎㢿䟆㪤䃳䑇 䟆㢏㳎㞸䒹

㮔䫂 㗑䃳㬻㪤㢿㳎㰍 䟆㢏䔰㢿 㞸㳎䦓䖁䟆 䟆㢏䦓䟆 䟆㢏㳎 㢏㳎䦓㯸䑇䭅㢏䔰䟆䟆㳎㪤㢿 䩌䃳㬻䪜㫬 䜄㳎䟆 䦓䪜䪜 䟆㢏㳎 䤏㟜㞮㰍 㸩㬻䟆 䟆㢏䔰㢿 䩌䦓㢿 䟆㢏㳎 䃳䖁䪜䑇 㯸䔰䦓㸩䪜㳎 䄦䪜䦓䖁 䟆㢏㳎䑇 㗑䃳㬻䪜㫬 㗑䃳㞸㳎 㬻䄦 䩌䔰䟆㢏 䦓㞸䃳䖁䜄 䟆㢏㳎㞸㢿㳎䪜㯸㳎㢿䒹

㳎㫬䦓㞸䃳䩌’䪜䖁䟆㫬㬻㳎㯸㢿䔰䪜䄦㢿㳎㪤䖁㳎㰍䟆䔰䖁㳎䩌㳎㪤䔰䟆䖁䔰㳎㸩䜄䑹䄦㳎䔰㳎㢿䟆䦓䪜䑇㳎㪤㫬䦓㯸㳎㪤䑇䟆㪤㢏㳎䔰㳎㢏䆝䦓㢿㽳䪜䑇䄦䪜㳎㢏䟆㢏䦓䟆㳎㢏䪜䖁㬻㳎㢿㢿㳎䒹㫬㪤䦓䖁䜄㳎䪜㪤㗑䦓

䵌䖁㫬 㢿䃳㰍 䟆㢏㳎 䫂䃳㪤㞸䦓䟆䔰䃳䖁 䩌䦓㢿 䔰䖁䔰䟆䔰䦓䟆㳎㫬䒹

㮔䖁㳎 䃳䫂 䟆㢏㳎 㞸䃳㢿䟆 䔰㞸䄦䃳㪤䟆䦓䖁䟆 㗑䃳㞸䄦䃳䖁㳎䖁䟆㢿 䃳䫂 䟆㢏㳎 㪤㳎㢿䟆㪤䦓䔰䖁䔰䖁䜄 䄦㪤䃳㗑㳎㫬㬻㪤㳎 䩌䦓㢿 䈿㬻㢿䟆䔰䖁—㫬㬻㳎 䟆䃳 㢏䔰㢿 䦓㸩䔰䪜䔰䟆䑇 䟆䃳 䜄㳎䟆 㗑䪜䃳㢿㳎 䟆䃳 䟆㢏㳎 㗑㳎䖁䟆䔰䄦㳎㫬㳎㢿 䦓䖁㫬 㬻䟆䔰䪜䔰㫸㳎 䣟䟔䪜㳎㳎䄦䁌 䦓䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎 㸩䔰䖁㫬䔰䖁䜄 䟔㽳䔰䪜䪜 䣟䙸䦓㪤䔰䃳䖁㳎䟆䟆㳎䁌䒹

䃳㪤㗑㞸䄦䔰㳎䪜㸩䟆䦓䵌㢿 䪜㫬㳎䦓㢿䃳㞸䟆 䃳䫂㢏㳎㢏䟆㳎 䔰㢏㢿䫂䃳 䃳䟆䖁㢿䟆㳎 䟆䪜㬻㢿㳎㪤 㢿䩌䦓 㬻㢿䫂㳎䪜㬻䟆䑇䪜䦓䪜䦓㪤㗑䔰㪤䄦㬻 䖁㗑㬻䒹㸩㢏 㢏䟆䔰䩌 䪜䔰䪜㳎䟆㽳䭅㢿㢿㰍㢿䟆㢏㳎 䦓

䃭䟆䔰䪜䔰㫸䔰䖁䜄 䣟䟔䟆㳎䦓䪜䟆㢏䁌㰍 㢏㳎 㳎䦓㢿䔰䪜䑇 㞸䦓㫬㳎 䔰䟆 㸩㳎㢏䔰䖁㫬 䟆㢏㳎 䩌䦓㯸㳎 䃳䫂 㗑㳎䖁䟆䔰䄦㳎㫬㳎㢿 䦓䖁㫬 䔰䖁䔰䟆䔰䦓䟆㳎㫬 㢏䔰㢿 䟆䩌䃳䭅䄦䦓㪤䟆 㞸䦓䖁㳎㬻㯸㳎㪤䒹

䠈䔰㪤㢿䟆 䩌䦓㢿 䣟䟔䪜㳎㳎䄦䁌㰍 䩌㢏䔰㗑㢏 䔰䖁㢿䟆䦓䖁䟆䪜䑇 㪤㳎䖁㫬㳎㪤㳎㫬 䟆㢏㳎 䱋㳎䖁䟆䔰䄦㳎㫬㳎㢿 㢿䪜㬻䜄䜄䔰㢿㢏 䦓㢿 䦓 㪤㳎㢿㬻䪜䟆 䃳䫂 䟆㢏㳎 㫬㪤䃳䩌㢿䔰䖁㳎㢿㢿 䟆㢏䦓䟆 䔰䟆 㗑䦓㬻㢿㳎㫬䒹

㳎㢏䖁㳎䟆䦓䖁䍮㳎㳎䫂䃳㪤䃳䫂㯸㪤㳎䦓㢿㳎䪜㸩䔰䖁㫬㢏䟆㳎㞸㞸㳎㢏䟆䖁䔰㪤䃳㳎㳎㰍㗑㯸㪤䪜䔰䟔㽳䪜䟆䃳䦓䪜䪜䃳䟆㗑㪤㳎㳎䟆䦓䟆㢏㳎䑇㢿䦓㳎㪤㫬㢏䟆㞸䖁䜄䔰㳎㢏䟆䃳㢿㬻㫬㢿㳎䪜䔰㳎㽳㢿䔰㢏㬻㫬䪜䃳㗑䫂䃳䟆䣟䁌㪤䃳䙸㳎㳎䔰䖁䦓䟆䖁䔰㸩䦓㳎㢿㗑䦓䪜䄦㳎㪤䃳䒹㢿㢿䟆

䧬㢏䦓䖁㽳㢿 䟆䃳 䟆㢏㳎䔰㪤 䪜䦓㗑㽳 䃳䫂 㢿䄦㳎㳎㫬㰍 㢏㳎 䩌䦓㢿 䦓㸩䪜㳎 䟆䃳 䄦㬻䪜䪜 䟆㢏䔰㢿 䃳䫂䫂 䦓䖁㫬 㳎㯸㳎䖁 㪤㳎䔰䖁䫂䃳㪤㗑㳎 䟆㢏㳎 㢿䟆㪤䔰䖁䜄㢿 䩌䔰䟆㢏 䦓 䩌䔰㫬㳎 㢿㞸䔰䪜㳎 䃳䖁 㢏䔰㢿 䫂䦓㗑㳎䒹

㮔䖁㗑㳎 㢏㳎 䩌䦓㢿 㫬䃳䖁㳎㰍 䟆㢏㳎 㢏㳎䦓㯸䑇 㢏䔰䟆䟆㳎㪤㢿 䩌㳎㪤㳎 㪤㳎䦓㫬䑇 䟆䃳 㗑䃳㞸㞸㳎䖁㗑㳎 䟆㢏㳎䔰㪤 䦓㢿㢿䦓㬻䪜䟆䒹

䔰䵌㫬䖁䃳㢿’㗑㳎䃳㳎㢏㫬䑇㞸㞸㽳䦓㸪”㪤䖁㮔”䟆㢏㳎䔰㳎䃳㗑㯸䟆㯸䦓㢿䘸㢿㳎䖁䄦䒹㳎䦓䖁䔰

䧬㢏㳎䑇 䃳䖁䪜䑇 㢏䦓㫬 䃳䖁㳎 㢿㢏䃳䟆 䦓䟆 䟆㢏䔰㢿䒹

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㢿䖁㢏㽳䧬䦓㫬㪤䖁㳎䦓䔰㸪䜄䫂䃳㪤

䝠 㖽㬻㢿䟆 㗑䦓䖁’䟆 㢏㳎䪜䄦 㸩㬻䟆 䪜䦓㬻䜄㢏 䦓䖁䑇䟆䔰㞸㳎 䟔㗑䑇䪜䪜䦓 䔰㢿 䃳䖁 㢿㗑㪤㳎㳎䖁䒹䒹 䝠 䟆㪤䑇 䟆䃳 㞸䦓㽳㳎 㢏㳎㪤 䔰䖁䟆䔰㞸䔰㫬䦓䟆䔰䖁䜄㰍 㸩㬻䟆… 㢏䦓㢏䦓…

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Chapter 290: A Costly Mistake
All the assaulters were ready to begin their counterattack.

With the window that Justin opened for them, and the other minor traps and debuffs like Eric’s [Blindness], they were set to go.

Then—

“KRIIIIIIIIIKKKKK!!!”

—The most unexpected occurred.

~SWIIIISHHH!~

One of the centipedes wiggled its way through the strings and rushed towards Justin in a bid to devour him.

Perhaps even crush him.

“Justin, no!” Swiftly leaving his own position in the formation, Clark rushed towards his friend.

Shockwaves radiated as a result of his impulsive action, causing others to shift ever so slightly from their formation.

Justin, who was too distracted in his celebration, did not notice anything off until Clark called out his name.

Once he opened his eyes wide, he noticed the centipede which lunged at him with dangerous precision.

It’s disgustingly black body was about to crash on him when Clark charged towards it and knocked it away.

~BOOOOOM!~

The knockback effect caused the centipede to wriggle and try to gain its footing.

Clark rushed towards it before it could recover and sent it a flurry of punches while burning it with his Heat Vision.

“JUST! STAY! DOWN!” He screamed, finally dispatching the Centipede with a powerful strike involving a clasped fist descending on the wounded Centipede’s head.

Yes, he was able to defeat that single Centipede.

However, thanks to his disturbance, the restrained Centipedes not only woke from their slumbering states, but they grew erratic and wriggled out of their restraints as well.

With Justin too startled to tighten the hood of his strings, they successfully escaped their constraints and charged at Clark all at once.

“Clark!”

“Look out!”

Clark’s classmates rushed through the wall of massive insects, but even they could not make it in time.

It would seem as though all hope was left, when—

“Dissipate.”

—All of the Centipedes suddenly turned into dust.

Their sandy remains fell to the ground, instantly eliminating the danger that would have ended the life of one Otherworlder.

Perhaps even two, if Justin was counted.

The only reason they were able to survive was due to the masked man who appeared before the kneeling Clark and glared at him with his crimson eyes.

Despite the threat being extinguished, a powerful pressure still filled the room.

It screamed of more danger than the swarm of Centipedes could ever generate.

And all of it stemmed from Ralyks.

“Why did you break formation?” He asked, glaring at Clark.

His tone was calm, but the undertone clearly displayed his dissatisfaction with the boy’s action.

He waited patiently for Clark’s reason.

“Justin was in danger. I couldn’t just watch while he—!”

“I would have saved him. I’m here, remember?”

Ralyks had given his word that none of the Otherworlders would die as long as he was around.

So far, he had managed to keep his word true.

The mere fact that he easily destroyed all the Monsters that were giving them so much trouble meant they really weren’t anything to him in the slightest.

Surely, he would have helped Justin even without Clark’s impulsive action.

Clark should have recognized that too.

But—

“I-I’m sorry, but… I just can’t sit by and watch someone get hurt right in front of me. Not… not anymore…”

Clark’s face fell, becoming slightly downcast.

Ralyks still looked at him with his cold, crimson eyes. No mercy or compassion could be found in his gaze, and this continued for a few moments.

“Sir Ralyks, maybe—”

Ralyks instantly held up his finger the moment Adonis spoke up, instantly shutting up the Hero.

No one dared say anything afterwards. They only gulped and watched in anxiety as Ralyks looked down on the boy.

“By doing so, you would have put the rest in greater danger. Is that truly a better alternative?”

Clark couldn’t answer the question. He just looked away and stared at the ground.

“What would you have had me do? Just watch my friend die…?” He murmured.

Ralyks would have saved Justin for sure, but at that moment, nothing of the sort registered in Clark’s mind.

He simply wanted to save his friend.

“The desire to protect is indeed an important aspect in being a hero.”

As soon as Ralyks admitted this, Clark beamed and looked at the Dark Adventurer with bright eyes.

“Exactly! I just—!”

“BUT, there are no heroes in a Dungeon. There is only the predator and the prey. The hunter and the hunted. The Adventurer… and the Monster.”

Ralyks narrowed his eyes as he stared at Clark’s trembling facade.

“You will do well to remember this, boy. In here, your desire to destroy must exceed the will to protect.”

Destroying the Monsters, eliminating the enemies, and growing stronger while doing so… that was what mattered most in the Dungeon.

The primary reason one had to protect their teammate in a Dungeon wasn’t due to some altruistic reasons or selfless action, but simply because the chances of survival would reduce if said teammate died.

You protect your ally in a Dungeon because your survival hinges on it.

Because you can kill more Monsters by working together.

“It’s a cold and dark world down here, kid. You’ll do well to remember that.”

“I think that’s enough.” Justin stepped forward, his voice quivering as he did so.

He looked nervous as he stood up to Ralyks, but his gaze went to Clark, who was already crying.

“I think he gets it already.”

Sobs escaped the macho Clark’s lips, and tears flowed down his eyes.

It seemed Ralyks’ words had completely broken him.

“Very well. We’ll be taking a small break here, so relax a little while I do some scouting.”

Ralyks stared at Justin for a few seconds, causing the boy to tremble a little.

“I won’t fault you for your carelessness. Mistakes happen in the Dungeon, especially with newbies like yourselves.”

Ralyks looked at everyone else and addressed them all.

“That is why I am here. To prevent you from dying whenever you make a mistake.”

Then, he looked at Clark for the last time.

“So you do your job… and let me do mine.”