Dungeon Maker

The core of the dungeon was its master.

So, when the master died, the soul of the dungeon also died. The dungeon, where the dungeon's soul died, could not perform its various functions. Even if the dungeon itself survived, it dried up before long because the supply of mana was cut off.

Therefore, in dungeon battles, it was as important to defend the master to protect the heart of the dungeon.

It was for this reason that the master's room was usually near the heart of the dungeon.

The master was supposed to be protected in thorough defense against any outside attack.

However, ironically, the master, who was protected like that, was often the strongest power of the dungeon. It meant that the master often had to hide the most powerful weapons without ever using them.

When applied to a chess game, the master was like a mix of king and queen. Although he was the strongest horse that could crisscross the enemy line, he would lose the game when his horse died. In a way, it was like a double-edged sword.

The king was no exception.

The 'country' ruled by each king could be called a huge dungeon, a collection of dozens of dungeons.

The king was the country's most powerful force. Compared to modern warfare, the king could be compared to a tactical nuclear weapon.

Therefore, the movement of the kings was important. Depending on where the king was located, the situation of the war could be affected.

In some cases, the king hid himself thoroughly like the King of Lust, and in other cases, he kept his enemies in check by engaging in the fight actively, like the King of Fury.

The King of Gluttony used to prefer the King of Lust's method to that of the King of Fury.

But this time, he had no choice but to follow that of the King of Fury because the military force of the dragon legion dispatched by the King of Violence was so powerful.

The King of Gluttony, who redeployed to the southern border about half of the troops deployed on the border with the territory of the King of Envy, exposed himself.

The King of Gluttony's troops led by giant beasts caused fear among lots of people just by advancing to the frontline. The people of the King of Gluttony, who were alarmed by the army of dragons that had suddenly approached them, regained a sense of stability amid fear. They even praised the King of Gluttony, saying he was the strongest king.

However, the King of Gluttony, leading the army, was not satisfied because the size of the dragon corps was so huge beyond imagination.

Flying monsters such as Wyverns and Drakes, which comprised most of the dragon corps, were not a problem to him. Although they numbered thousands, he didn't feel like they were a big threat.

What mattered to him most was the dragons. There were too many dragons.

Even one dragon could bring disaster on the battlefield, but there were dozens of dragons. There were five or six ancient dragons that were fully grown and had entered the mature stage of their power.

Faced with dragons like this, it was natural that the King of Gluttony was on edge. Of course, he had numerous minions including all kinds of monsters.

It was not because he was afraid of the dragon corps deployed at the border. What was most disturbing to him, and what angered him the most was that he could not find the whereabouts of the King of Violence.

Shortly after the legion of dragons began marching, Dragon Rare, the King of Violence's land, literally became an absolute fortress. Without the King of Gluttony himself going there in person or sending his elite troops, any general reconnaissance force could not approach there to detect his exact location.

Where was the King of Violence now after he sent the legion of dragons? Was he still stuck in his Dragon Rare? Or was he enjoying staying in the polymorph state, called the dragon's proprietary patent?

Hiding the king's location was as much a powerful strategy as revealing his location. It was very annoying to face an enormous enemy in a situation where they did not know when and where the enemy would appear, and a very devastating force at that.

Even his appetite could not soothe the anger of the King of Gluttony. Even if he ate an awful lot of delicious foods, and even if he had sex with lots of beauties including Apsaras, he could not calm down his annoyance.

Why did the King of Violence move now?

Where the hell was he now?

The King of Gluttony felt a new appetite in rage.

The southern area. The land he thought he could lay his hand on anytime if he reached out.

But the King of Gluttony suppressed his desire. He had a little more patience.

Now that the King of Violence was posing a threat to him, he could not move into the south recklessly. Now was the time for him to wait patiently. He needed to watch the situation a little more.

'The King of Violence.'

The King of Gluttony gnawed his teeth. He stared at the south, looking forward to the day when he would bite the King of Violence's heart.

***

The King of Fury looked to the south. However, the direction he gazed at was somewhat different from that of the King of Gluttony. She looked to the southwest, the territory of the King of Violence.

"I wonder what the hell my uncle is thinking now."

The King of Fury, dressed in white, twisted her dark blue hair with her fingers. Contrary to what she expected at the auction house, there was no envoy or letter from the King of Violence. Like the King of Gluttony, the King of Fury could not know what the King of Violence felt inside.

Kirtimuka kept gulping, who insisted on wearing the armor of the Yacha after returning from the auction house. With a tense look, she whispered to the King of Fury, "Wouldn't the legion of dragons under the control of the King of Violence make a surprise attack on us?"

In fact, most of the Yachas and Asuras, who were in charge of combat among the king's people, had been deployed on the northern and eastern borders. In this situation, if the dragon corps located in the south marched, the King of Fury would helplessly collapse.

It was the most terrible scenario for the King of Fury and her people.

But the King of Fury shook her head violently.

"No, I don't think he will. You don't have to worry about that. Rather, you should be prepared for the possibility that the King of Gluttony will attack us."

She wasn't just ranting like a child now. She believed in her own insight. The King of Violence was still her ally.

Kirtimuka held her tongue at her resolute response. It was because she knew the King of Fury's stubbornness, but she trusted the king absolutely.

Kirtimuka turned the topic.

"I am still worried because the battle in the north is not over yet."

The King of Fury sighed. The war in the north was still dominated by the King of Pride.

If the war went on like this, the King of Gluttony would be faced with a situation that she didn't want.

Just thinking about the fight in the north made her annoyed. Whichever side won, it was clear that there would be a bigger war in succession.

The northern area was now a big-time bomb.

As the face of the King of Fury clouded quickly, Kirtimuka realized her mistake. She urgently tried to appease the king with comforting words.

"I think our Kalavinkas, scouting all over the place, will bring you good news."

"That would be great, but..."

It was like she kissed and stabbed at the same time, but the King of Fury didn't care. Looking to the south a little more, she fidgeted with her hands habitually.

Kirtimuka asked, "By the way, Master. What have you been drawing for some time?"

"Huh?"

Kirtimuka glanced at her hand, and she looked down at her own hand. She had a pencil in her right hand and a sheet of paper on her thigh. She was drawing something carelessly, and now there was a pretty good portrait in front of her eyes.

The King of Fury was embarrassed.

"Uh, huh?"

The Gandharva race stood out in art as a whole. As the chief Gandarva, her painting skills were outstanding. Even though she drew it roughly, the portrait had a photographic precision.

Approaching her already, Kirtimuka looked down at the painting.

"It looks handsome. It's a male face, right?"

"Uh, yes. He is…"

The King of Fury blurred awkwardly. Kirtimuka narrowed her eyes at her awkwardness, and soon she noticed that the King of Fury was mentally wandering around, looking for a place to go. Kirtimuka thought for a moment then she got startled.

"Oops! Is this the guy you met at the auction house? Then, is this an imaginary portrait? Oh my God... I didn't know you fell in love with him so deeply. Did you imagine your face just by looking at one of his eyes? Are you in deep love with him?"

"This is not an imaginary portrait. I saw him directly."

The King of Fury replied hurriedly then blushed before she knew it.

Kirtimuka asked again, "Are you talking about his bare face without the mask?"

"Yeah. Of course, I saw him only briefly."

The King of Fury regained her composure. Fanning off the heat on her face with her hand, she said, "Anyway, stop talking nonsense. I just drew his portrait to kill time."

However, Kirtimuka was still narrowing her eyes. Then she picked up the portrait. She examined it and said in a very serious voice, "The fact that he participated in the special auction means that he has a strong force of his own. Or at least his own ability is excellent. It would be nice if he was not in the control of another king... Maybe he will be a great help to you, master."

"Do you think so?"