Dungeon Maker

He graduated from an elementary school life that he would never spend like that if he were born, grown-up, and went back to it again.

He entered an all-male middle school because it was close to his home.

He entered an all-male high school because the nearby coed high school was closed.

Then he entered an engineering college because he liked engineering.

Now, one more thing would make his life perfect—joining the army.

He had joy and sadness. Although he had frustrations and trials, he had achievements and happiness.

It was a good life.

He had no regrets. Although he never dated a girl, it wasn't a big deal. He didn't have a blind date, which he had expected a lot before going to college, but it didn't matter. Rather than being confessed by a lover, he never confessed love to any girl, but he didn't care. At least he kissed once. His partner was Ophelia. He kissed her for the purpose of overwhelming her mentally.

He also touched Catalina's ears and tail. Kaiwan also said that she would grant his wish, whatever it was. His thinking was perhaps unfounded, but he felt that Kaiwan fell in love with him. To be honest, wasn't she serious? Didn't she say she would grant his wish? She could not say it to anybody, right? What about Catalina? She didn't show her heart to me, but was she feeling the same way as Kaiwan?

'So what? Damn it!'

Yong-ho opened his eyes suddenly. When he looked back nostalgically, he found his eyes wet before he knew it, so he got rid of this kaleidoscopic stuff.

He had to survive now. There were still many things he hadn't done yet!

[My little master!]

Aamon's voice was heard. It was clear that perhaps from the moment death filled the empty space on the second floor, Aamon called him anxiously.

The passage of time was still slow. Baphomet only now grabbed the scythe of death.

So, Yong-ho had to move first and stand up after getting rid of this monster.

[Desire! Long for it!]

[Be greedy! My little master!]

Aamon shouted. Yong-ho understood it. So, he brought out the power of greed.

It was an original desire. He might be blamed for bringing out the will to live like that, but he didn't care. He imagined. He hoped and wished for it.

He burst out anguish, hope, and desire!

"I really want to do it!"

He shouted. Yes, he was serious. There were so many things he wanted to do. There were so many things he hadn't done yet. So he couldn't die. He couldn't be overwhelmed with death!

Time accelerated. Baphomet felt embarrassed. At the same time, he saw the scythe of death at its peak.

Yong-ho grabbed Aamon. He felt Catalina was still groaning in death. Clenching his teeth, he activated the magnetic field.

The power of greed. The power of desire.

He didn't recklessly use up the unleashed anguish.

His Godly Energy was a mass of Brigada.

Although the magic field on his left hand was incomplete, it had Godly Energy.

Finally, Yong-ho brought life out of the 12 Spirits, which was the power of Immortal Witch Scathach that perfectly matched his will to live!

Blue watery light exploded from his left hand. The power of life drove away Baphomet's death. Baphomet stumbled. For the first time since it confronted Yong-ho, it screamed in pain.

It suffered by crying out the name of Scathach, who had the power of life.

Yong-ho breathed roughly. He couldn't stand up, but he poured the power of life on to Baphomet. By offsetting death with life, he transformed Baphomet from the incarnation of death into just a giant monster.

He needed to take the next step immediately, but his next move was already ready.

"Stand up, my dungeon spirits!"

His dungeon spirits were faithful to his order.

Eligos and Ophelia ran toward it. When they stood up again, they felt a strong force of life.

They shared Yong-ho's desire and will to live from the mana of greed transmitted through Brigada.

This time, they completely destroyed Baphomet's legs!

Baphomet collapsed, kneeling down. It wailed even louder. It tried to drive away Yong-ho's force of life that neutralized his death.

Catalina took his hand. She didn't want to die either. There were so many things she wanted to do while still alive.

Holding her hand, he stared sharply at Baphomet. Then he ordered the last dungeon spirit right next to him.

"Skullkull!"

Skull rose from death. Grabbing the battle hammer, he rushed toward Baphomet.

All the power of the dungeon spirits was concentrated on Yong-ho through Brigada, which he, in turn, retransmitted to Skull.

The green flames rose from the tip of the battle hammer. Greed with black mana soared, and the mana of Eligos and Ophelia connected them all.

Baphomet was struggling desperately. Instead of the scythe of death being evaporated by the power of life, he swung his huge right arm.

Skull rode over it and charged at it. He added lightning to the power of greed, with the battle hammer that was broken without withstanding Baphomet's concentrated power but still functioning.

"Skullkull!"

Skull jumped up and stared straight at Baphomet's red eyes.

It was no longer the incarnation of death. What was standing before him right now was just a huge black monster!

Skull struck it with the battle hammer in a row. The concentrated power of greed exploded right above Baphomet's head!

Skull landed on the ground as if to fall. Eligos and Ophelia raised their heads, breathing roughly.

And finally, Yong-ho, who stood up finally, stretched out the magic field of his left hand.

Baphomet, whose head was destroyed, could not see Yong-ho.

However, Yong-ho saw its red eyes. As the King of Greed, he granted the promised rest in peace to the incarnation of death that was still harboring death despite his drastic weakness.

Baphomet smiled. Yong-ho felt that way. And at that moment, Baphomet's enormous body turned into black ashes and scattered in the air.

Yong-ho slowly clenched his fist and looked at the newly added jewel on the back of his left hand with the magic field.

Black with a purple hue. Capricorn, the power of Baphomet, the demon of slaughter.

Yong-ho reaped the power of life and possessed the power of death.

***

It was like breaking a tight string suddenly.

The moment when new power was added to the magic field, Yong-ho felt deeply tired.

He acutely felt the pain all over his body again.

It hurt and very much at that.

He felt like his bones were broken all over his body. Although he was punched by Baphomet once, his whole body ached.

Baphomet's attack wasn't just punching. The moment Yong-ho was pressed by its palm, the black mana arising from Baphomet's left hand hacked his body.

His body wasn't only bruised but also his skin ruptured. Besides, his body bled from various cuts.

He wanted to squat down right now. However, he stuck it out, taking a deep breath.

He was holding Catalina's hand in his right hand instead of Aamon.

Catalina was injured, as well. Since she was behind Yong-ho, she wasn't hacked by black mana, but Baphomet's striking down damaged her more than Yong-ho.

Yong-ho looked at Catalina, who in turn, looked at him. They both poured so much mana into Brigada that their hands were trembling, but they smiled at each other, which looked silly.

Yong-ho hugged her. Rather it was Catalina who hugged him.

The two leaned on each other like that. He realized that he was alive by burying his face in her neck.

When death engulfed everything, Yong-ho had a desire.

That desire wasn't just lust. Had it been only lust, he would never have overcome Baphomet's death.

There were a lot of things he really wanted to do.

He seemed to know why Aamon described his lust as anguish.

It was greed. He didn't give up on anything. Rather he couldn't give it up. Everything belonged to Yong-ho.

Catalina was warm and soft when he hugged her. So he naturally closed his eyes. He wanted to stay like that for the rest of his life. Not only her breathing but also her subtle body scent was all sweet.

Strangely enough, however, he recalled Kaiwan's face at that moment. To be precise, it was her smile right before she confronted him in the arena. Come to think of it now, it was almost like a foul smile. How could she show such a smile to him right before the fighting? He thought she outwitted him back then.

It was not Kaiwan alone that came to his mind. Gusion, Scathach, and Aamon's faces came to his mind one by one. He also remembered his own dungeon spirits and the exclusive 12 Spirits of the House of Mammon.

He smiled awkwardly and opened his eyes. As if she was tired, Catalina did open her eyes.

She was wiggling her tail weakly, but that was all. She seemed to totally rely on him. It looked like she would collapse at the mere touch.

Yong-ho hugged her waist a little harder. He kissed her head unwittingly and looked around.

They were all exhausted.