The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 181

Chapter 181: Duty

“After the creators passed away, we protected this tower. Originally, this floor was not inhabited by monsters but by us Armoroids. I thought nothing would change as time passed, but it all ended when he arrived!”

“…Lowd?”

“That’s right! Our brethren were destroyed by that swordsman, and I was on the brink of destruction too! But by gathering parts from the destroyed brethren and incorporating them into myself, I rebuilt my body!”

Blastpain said, raising his own arm. The arm, made up of numerous parts, gave off a somewhat distorted impression.

“I, too, originally did not have such thought circuits. By incorporating brethren, the circuits I possessed changed, and I gained human-like thoughts.”

…Despite being created, there was something human-like about him, it seemed to be a product of chance.

“I repaired my body and immediately deactivated the protection applied to this floor. It was a protection to prevent dungeonization of this floor, which was originally designated for the activity of Armoroids unique to this floor! However, with the destruction of our brethren and my uncertain state… I attempted to prevent further invaders by converting this floor into a dungeon in order to fulfill my duty!”

“…But Lowd appeared again.”

“That’s right! I challenged him again with my rebuilt body to no avail!”

Organizing Blastpain’s story and what had been said before, Elfriede was attempting to summon something using this tower, which had once been used to seal Il Eater… So, what were they planning to do from now on?

“Blastpain, listen to me calmly… Lowd and his companions intend to resurrect Il Eater.”

“What!?”

“This tower contains summoning magic. If this tower was used for sealing, then it should also be possible to use it to unseal, right?”

“…This tower does not have such a function, but the data capturing Il Eater as a conceptual entity is engraved here. With the technology of the creators, what you say is not impossible.”

“We came to stop that. Will you lend us your power?”

Hearing my words, Blastpain stood up and activated one of the devices. While operating the device, he spoke.

“This tower has become a dungeon, but there are still parts that can be controlled from here. One of them is the elevator to the next floor.”

A part of the wall moved and opened. Beside the large basket-like structure, a small opening appeared, and several transparent bottles containing liquid emerged.

“These are elixirs. Take them.”

“Elixirs!?”

Elixirs were rare potions only found deep in large dungeons. Their ability to heal any wound was so valuable that even a cheap one could buy a castle.

“My body is reaching its limit. If we go together, I’ll just be a burden… So, you must inherit my duty! Save the world!”

Pushed into the elevator with elixirs in hand, the door closed, and the name of the next floor, “Realm of Law and Judgment,” was displayed on the panel. Then, it began to move…