Chapter 137

Chapter 137: Phantom Cavalry (1)

Eight times . That was the number of times I had to shake off the trackers before finding a place to rest . It was a naturally occurring cave . The previous owner seemed to be away .

I checked all the sides and there was an easy path to escape .

I set Oswen down against a wall . It had been three days, but Oswen still hadn’t regained consciousness .

‘I will rest for a bit . ’

I was reaching my limits . My body was in a difficult state thanks to the trackers .

A trap was placed at the entrance so that I would know if anyone came . Pebbles, vines and other materials that would make noises if moved were placed .

It was just a basic trap, but it was better than nothing . It could be the subtle difference between life and death . I had managed to survive a few times in my previous life thanks to it .

I closed my eyes .

I immediately fell asleep .

It was the fifth day .

We were no longer being pursued . But I stayed alert .

I scouted around and figured out a little bit of the geography . Once I finished patrolling and returned to the cave, Oswen was twisting his body .

"Kuooh . . .

Was he feeling pain?

By default, the undead were numb . It wasn’t completely removed but their senses were very dull . It was the same in regards to pain .

“J-Jellim . . . Jellim . . . ”

Oswen weakly opened his eyes . Then he stretched out a hand towards me .

His body trembled like he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms . In order to maintain their bodies in this world, the undead needed Jellim . But there was none around . It was impossible to obtain any Jellim .

“Southern Commander Oswen . Have you regained your spirit?”

"I . . . commander of the south . . . kuaack!”

"His mind is coming and going . ”

I watched with one hand on Wrath . Oswen had a seizure before losing consciousness again .

Since then, Oswen woke up several times only to faint again .

However, he wasn’t in a normal state . He was delirious most of the time . Sometimes he was a child, other times the southern commander . . . he also became the twilight blacksmith .

"The Seven Sins shouldn’t exist in this world . Get rid of them right now!

“Hell Monarch! D-don’t try to control me!”

In this way, Oswen unintentionally showed me a few possibilities .

'Schizophrenia . Or maybe multiple personalities . ’

There were a variety of personalities inside Oswen . The ego of the southern commander was the most intense but multiple egos emerged .

The medium that caused it . . .

‘The gloves . ’

Every time the personality changed, the magic power changed as well . It was clear that there was a close relationship .

I couldn’t hold a conversation with them . He repeatedly woke up and then fainted . All the evidence returned to my heart .

There was no time to observe the developments .

The most important thing was to leave the Underground World and determine the situation regarding my dungeons . I was going to become the devil . The master of the Underground World? I had the Heart of the Hell Monarch so I was already the master .

"His arms . . . two should be enough . ”

Six arms .

Three of them were already cut off . It wouldn’t be a problem if one more was gone .

I raised Wrath .

I wanted to see if any changes would happen after getting rid of a gloved arm .

Chwahak!

There was no hesitation . I cut off one arm .

At the same time .

“Kuaaack!”

The stunned Oswen started screaming .

Oswen panicked and rose from his seat . He looked at his arm and breathed roughly for at least five minutes .

"The gloves . . . are mine!”

The gloves were his top priority . The reaction was far from normal .

Kwarung!

Crazy . He started attacking randomly .

It wasn’t clear which ego was in control . It could be the southern commander or the twilight blacksmith .

There was also a chance it was a new personality .

‘What to do?’

I worried about it for a short moment .

I had no choice . I either had to kill him or knock him out .

My mind was inclined to the former .

Oswen’s gaze was fixed on the fallen arm that was still wearing the glove . It was reasonable to think that the gloves would fall off if the owner was killed .

'It can't be helped . ’

I hoped to get some things from the southern commander . It didn’t matter if his words were mixed . I had wanted to find information, but there would be no answers in this state .

I held both Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword .

And at that moment .

His crazy eyes vanished .

"That sword . . . ?”

He noticed it immediately .

The personality in control knew the Emperor’s Sword . The enemy was gone .

‘It is like the time with Maxium . ’

There was no other way .

The blood of the thunderbird wiped away traces of the heart . I asked .

“Who are you?”

“Hell Monarch! H-have you forgotten me? Didn’t you contaminate Oswen’s spirit by placing me directly inside him?”

“I don’t remember . ”

“T-that is okay . Great Hell Monarch! You finally returned . The true god . . . !”

Flop!

Oswen fell to his knees .

"Now the Underground World will become stable . The Creator will lead us!”

Oswen’s ego knew some of the work of the Hell Monarch . In addition, there seemed to be very juicy information .

“Where is the real spirit of Oswen?”

"I tore apart his spirit like Hell Monarch-nim commanded . The true Oswen is nothing now . Although this body is a mess, I will recover quickly to faithfully serve Hell Monarch-nim . ”

No . Oswen’s spirit still remained . I had heard his cries .

'This ego doesn’t know about it . ’

In addition, his spirit seemed to be been split apart . After the body was weakened, they were able to slip through the crack to temporarily regain control . The ego had no idea this had happened .

There was no strict adherence to one personality .

"Is there any way for Oswen’s original spirit to be restored?”

"Why . . . ah, you must have a reason . Yes . There is a way . The curse on the gloves are suppressing the other egos . Oswen’s ego will surface if that is gone . ”

This person believed that I was the Hell Monarch . He revealed the truth to me so there was no need to clear up the misunderstanding .

"The method to get rid of the curse?”

“Are you thinking of removing the curse? The curse is so old that this is already as one with the body . ”

He was saying that it wouldn’t be easy .

I touched my jaw .

‘The curse is the primary cause so I need to remove it . ’

I figured out the main point .

I stared straight into Oswen’s eyes and said .

"How long will you be in that guise? It isn’t suitable . Reveal your original appearance . ”

"Ah . . . ahh! P-please wait . I won’t show such a disgraceful appearance!”

Oswen subsequently lay on the floor . Then smoke emerged from Oswen’s head .

The shape that the smoke took . . . was a shade . It was approximately three times larger than a normal shade .

“Is that your real state?”

"Yes, My Monarch!”

“Your name?”

“I am Oduto . ”

"Oduto, good work . ”

" . . . . . . !"

Chwack!

Even though the shade had a spirit body, it was possible to deal a blow with concentrated magic power .

My magic power wasn’t fully recovered but I could successfully use the magic power of the moonlight .

I struck with the Emperor’s Sword .

“Why . . . ?”

Oduto looked down at his chest and said in a shocked, little voice .

I had dealt a critical hit so he gradually faded away . Soon he would be completely destroyed .

I put the sword away and said .

“I am not the Hell Monarch . I am Randalph Brigsiel . ”

It might be his heart but I was my own person . The demon called Randalph Brigsiel . I wouldn’t be split apart like Oswen .

My cold eyes turned towards Oduto .

In the near future, Oduto would be completely destroyed .

Duk!

The gloves fell from the hands . It was evidence that the curse was gone .

'This is . . . Pride . ’

I instinctively knew it after I put on the gloves .

One of the Seven Sins .

Pride .

I had gathered four of the sins .

Wrath, Sloth, Greed and Pride .

I immediately felt stronger after putting on the gloves .

“T-this place? Where is this place?”

At this time, Oswen opened his eyes .

“Randalph? The battle? Why am I in a place like this? Makdalli . . . yes, where is Makdalli?”

The fact that he recognized me meant that the ego of the southern commander was in control .

‘I need to suppress this ego . ’

It was simple . If the southern commander was gravely injured then another ego would emerge .

Similarly, if that ego continued to be suppressed then Oswen’s real self would eventually wake up .

Surung!

“Randalph? Southern hero . Why is your sword . . . kuaack!”