The Second Son of The Marquis Runs Away from Home ~ Lacking Talent, He Abandons Everything and Becomes an Adventurer ~ - 108

Chapter 108: The Top Floor

Berg slashed through the locked door and kicked it open. As he climbed the stairs, he entered a slightly open room.

In the center of what seemed to be the top floor, Mudo was waiting. However, an immense, evil aura and magical energy were being released from a place behind him, likely where a higher-up would sit.

“…Disgusting.”

Mudo muttered as he looked at Berg. He struck his scepter, and a disturbing magical presence spread around him. The presence stirred the being behind him into motion.

“Just a little more, just a little more, and my great wish would have been fulfilled. But because of you, everything is ruined! This is the most hateful thing imaginable!”

“…Ruined, huh. What are you trying to do by opening the Gate of Yomi?”

When Berg asked, Mudo’s face twisted in bitter anguish, as though recalling a hateful past. With a groan, Mudo pressed his face in his hands, and half of his face transformed into the face of an old man, filled with deep wrinkles.

“I will never forget, I will never forgive… Those greedy people who destroyed the peace of our clan, the guardians of the Yomi Path, and slaughtered the innocent!”

Mudo’s voice merged with the old man’s, echoing loudly. The malice in their voices, combined with the power of Yomi, turned into a curse.

“Because we live, we desire! Because we live, we fight! Then… I will end all life and bring eternal peace to Hizuchi! With the power of Yomi that your ancestors sought!!”

With a shout, Mudo extended his left hand. A ghostly fire shaped like a skull appeared in his palm and shot out like an arrow.

Berg transformed his high-end weapon into a war hammer and knocked the ghostly fire down. Just after, a huge arm loomed above him. He jumped to the side, cloaked in wind, avoiding the giant arm that slammed into the ground, creating a hole. The arm, made from many corpses, was cut off at the elbow by his dark sword, the Chaos Crusader.

However, just after cutting it off, the severed corpses grabbed each other and immediately reconnected.

“Regeneration? …No.”

Before he could fully process what was happening, another arm came at him from a different direction. He crouched to dodge it. The corpses that made up the arm tried to grab him, but Berg transformed his high-end weapon into a large shield and struck back with a light of destruction, knocking the arm away.

One after another, the arms kept coming. He stepped back while avoiding them. As he threw a magic stone for light into the distance, the figure behind the arms was illuminated.

“What…?”

It was an abnormal god statue made from many corpses. Three skulls made up its face, their eye sockets glowing with ghostly fire. On its back, dozens of arms moved like snakes, twisting around.

Inside the ribcage of the magical god statue was a man, impaled by countless bones, nailed to the figure. His appearance resembled that of Teresa, who had once become a monster.

“A creature that moves using humans… and life as its fuel.”

“That’s right… I’ve helped you with your ambitions until now, so it’s time for this statue to work. Youzan.”

The magical god statue, moving with the power of Ozma’s party leader, let out a curse-filled scream as the arms on its back attacked.