God-Level Game Developer System: I Brought In-Game Items To Real World - Chapter 306

Chapter 306: Solution To The Lost Mist
The text described how Maverick delved deeper into the dark arts, becoming more obsessed with the power he could gain. His descent into madness was gradual but unstoppable.

He began to see his own family not as loved ones but as tools, sacrifices to further his ambitions.

“He sacrificed his own family members,” Ayame whispered, the horror of it all making her stomach turn. “Maverick used their lives to fuel his dark magic, to gain more power and immortality. The more he sacrificed, the stronger he became.”

Bianca’s face twisted in disgust. “He sacrificed his own blood… and for what? To become some twisted, immortal monster?”

Ayame continued reading, her voice filled with revulsion. “But even the power of his family’s sacrifices wasn’t enough for Maverick. He needed more—more lives, more souls to feed his insatiable hunger for power. That’s when he turned his gaze outward, to the world beyond the island.”

The text explained how Maverick had used the Lost Mist to prevent anyone from escaping the island without the Special West Compass, ensuring that those who arrived would remain trapped, their souls eventually becoming fodder for his dark rituals.

He then renovated the island, turning it into a vacation destination to lure unsuspecting visitors. Those who came seeking relaxation and enjoyment instead found themselves ensnared in a web of madness and death.

“Some deaths were confirmed, but many of those who died never truly left the island,” Ayame said, her voice trembling with the weight of the knowledge. “Maverick killed them, created puppets of their bodies, and sent those puppets back to the supercontinent.”

“These puppets were his eyes and ears, allowing him to manipulate events from afar and maintain the illusion that Vacation Paradise Island was a safe, luxurious destination.”

Kayden, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. “That’s why the island never became a forbidden area. Maverick was too careful, too clever. He controlled the narrative, made sure that no one suspected the truth.”

Ayame closed the book, her hands shaking slightly. “This… this is the truth behind Vacation Paradise Island. Maverick’s dark legacy is tied to the very fabric of this place, and the Lost Mist is the key to it all.”

Her team stood in stunned silence, the magnitude of Maverick’s crimes and the dark history of the island weighing heavily on their minds.

“What do we do now?” Kuroneko asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“We finish what we started,” Ayame said, her voice resolute. “We’ll use this knowledge to complete the third main objective. We have to dispel the Lost Mist and free this island from the grip of the Outer Gods.”

The team stood in silence for a moment, letting the gravity of their mission settle in.

The Lost Mist was more than just a physical barrier; it was a manifestation of an Outer God’s power, something far beyond what any of them had faced before.

Kuroneko, with his deep understanding of dark magic, knew that he would play a crucial role in this task. His proficiency in the dark arts had grown significantly over their journey, but this would be his greatest challenge yet.

“We need to find a way to banish the Lost Mist back to the Blue Box Realm,” Kuroneko muttered, flipping through the pages of the ancient tome in Ayame’s hands.

The book had already revealed much about the mist’s origins, but they needed more—something definitive.

As they neared the end of the book, Kuroneko’s eyes widened. “Here,” he said, pointing to an inscription on the final page. “This… this is an ancient dark magic spell. It’s a banishment spell, designed to send the Lost Mist back to the Blue Box Realm.”

Ayame leaned in closer to read the text. “So this is it… the key to dispelling the Lost Mist.”

The team exchanged glances, a mix of relief and surprise washing over them. It seemed almost too easy that the answer was right there, inscribed in Maverick’s own journal.

“Why would Maverick leave something like this?” Bianca asked, her voice tinged with suspicion. “He went to such lengths to bring the Lost Mist here. Why give us the means to banish it?”

Weiss, who had been silent until now, spoke up. “Maverick knew that even he couldn’t fully control an Outer God. The Lost Mist was a powerful tool, but it was also a potential threat to him.”

“This spell was his countermeasure, a way to regain control if the mist ever went out of hand. And remember, this is still a game world. It follows certain rules and logic. The players need a way to complete the story, and this is it.”

Kuroneko nodded, his eyes scanning the complex symbols of the spell. “I’ll need to study this thoroughly. It’s not something I can just cast on a whim. The power required to banish the mist is immense, and I’ll need to refine my skills further.”

Ayame placed a hand on his shoulder. “We believe in you, Kuroneko. Take the time you need. We’ll be ready when you are.”

And so, Kuroneko dedicated himself to mastering the ancient spell.

The dark magic was intricate and far more advanced than anything he had encountered before. He spent long hours in study and practice, his concentration unwavering as he pushed the limits of his abilities.

As the days turned into weeks, Kuroneko’s proficiency in dark magic grew exponentially.

He may not have reached the heights that Maverick had achieved, but he was now standing just a level below the fallen dark mage. His progress was a testament to his talent and determination.

Meanwhile, Ayame and the rest of the team weren’t idle.

They continued their training, honing their powers and refining their combat strategies. Each member of the team grew stronger, their bond deepening as they prepared for the final confrontation with the Lost Mist and whatever lay beyond it.

After a month of relentless effort, Kuroneko finally mastered the spell.

His eyes gleamed with determination as he looked up from the tome. “I’m ready,” he said, his voice steady and filled with resolve. “Let’s finish this.”