Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 136 [Title: This Asking Left Hand is such a spiteful bastard lol] Content: Hey you bastard lol if something goes out, something should come back for the world to be fair lol I barely fulfilled your demands and you're already desperately making the next request without even breathing lol Are you the type who goes straight for the sweet and sour pork when ordering Chinese food with people? lol Now it's my turn, damn it lol -: I helped destroy a city, so I gotta get my money's worth... -: You actually fulfilled its demands? -: How the hell did you do it lol -[OP]: Don't know I was doing save-load repeatedly to see what demands there were, doing demand gacha over and over, when it suddenly broke? -: Ah damn, I'm so curious -: Show us your inventory and character specs -[OP]: But seriously, was this even made to be beatable? The demands are just absolutely ridiculous? And it's not even just one demand either -: You definitely can't beat it that way, yeah -: The proper method is Among the family that ruled the destroyed city, there's a survivor who lived through the left hand's curse - a bastard who was abandoned by the family and made a living outside Bring their descendant and go 'Hey dude;;; didn't you destroy the city;;;' and give it a 1-star rating, then cognitive dissonance kicks in and it breaks That's when you destroy it -[OP]: Then what the hell was the point of me fulfilling the demands -: No, but seriously how did you fulfill them lol -: But why is that thing so strong when it's just one arm dangling there? If you find all the other parts and put them together, it'd literally become Exodia -: It's because that thing has accumulated so much power from granting wishes and making demands repeatedly for a ridiculously long time -[OP]: Ah, it's like pig's feet broth, yeah I get it -: What a comparison, damn -: What exactly did you understand *** A heavenly pillar capable of connecting heaven and earth. A famous sword that had been stained with blood a thousand times, forged through a hundred battles, and had its name carved through ten glories. A pouch that endlessly spewed forth gold. Massive silk that could cover the world and still have more to spare. A supreme being that even ruling monarchs would kiss the feet of while looking up in reverence. It was an unrealistic sentence like a verse from mythology. They couldn't even get their bearings. What exactly was the Asking Left Hand demanding? They couldn't even begin to imagine. How on earth were they supposed to fulfill those demands? Heroes and Sacred Swords. Even those great and noble names held no meaning here and now. Their expectations had been correct. The price for the destroyed city was not something they could dare to pay. ...But why was it? All of the Asking Left Hand's demands had been fulfilled, and now it was left with only one final demand. While everyone was bewildered, the Asking Left Hand spoke its final demand. -Bring before me a being who wields the power of Black Magic with untainted Pure Energy! Was it just his imagination? The voice of the Asking Left Hand making its demand somehow felt both resolute and petty. Most of all, the tone that had been metaphorical, like reciting a verse from mythology, had turned direct. It was as if a strong obsession could be felt - that this time, it would not be fooled. In any case, the Asking Left Hand had stated its final demand. Tension once again filled the place where the atmosphere had briefly lightened due to an unexpected incident(?). Everyone's gaze focused on one man. Risir. Would he, who had fulfilled the Asking Left Hand's demands through some unknown method, cause another upset this time as well? "..." Risir's arm that had been shooting up repeatedly. This time, it did not go up. After brief contemplation, Risir shook his head. -... "..." Even though they knew they shouldn't, they somehow felt an emotion similar to relief. A moment later, the Asking Left Hand spoke. -Three days. I will give you three days' grace. Black spots were carved onto the necks of everyone at the location. It was both a sentence and a curse. Their expressions grew complex as they discovered the black spots on each other. Three days. It was a short time, if short, to fulfill an impossible demand. However, it was also true that compared to the previous situation where every moment mattered, this was considerably more relaxed. It was all thanks to him. Felix's group exchanged glances and nodded repeatedly. There was no longer any room for doubt. Jane, the Hero of Ideals. Now they seemed to understand why he had praised Risir so highly. They seemed to understand why the Sword of Advancement had chosen Risir instead of Jane. Their gazes focused on Risir once again. "Hmm...?" That's how they noticed the difference. Risir. He was the only one who didn't have a spot on his neck. They didn't have much doubt about it. Risir had fulfilled most of the demands by himself. They thought the Asking Left Hand was giving Risir special treatment, and didn't question it. -Three days... "?" But the Asking Left Hand's appearance was strange. The thing placed on the desk laboriously gestured toward Risir. -Three days...! The Asking Left Hand trembled violently and convulsed. As if squeezing out all its strength. "Yes. Three days." Risir answered calmly. In the end, no spot was carved on his neck. -... The Asking Left Hand drooped powerlessly. "..." Special treatment. That must be it, right? They decided to put aside unnecessary doubts. There were more important matters at hand right now. "Whew..." As the situation came to a temporary close, sighs leaked out along with the tension being released from various places. "Risir!" The first to act was Felix. He approached Risir and grabbed his shoulders. "Thank you! It's thanks to you! Thanks to you, we were able to avoid the worst situation! If something had happened to Tila, I would have... I would have...!" Then Tila, Felix's companion, approached Risir. She looked at him briefly with an expression that fully revealed her fierce personality. "Thank you." Tila bowed deeply to Risir. "If it weren't for you, I would have... no, our party would have been in great danger." Felix's expression darkened as he listened to Tila's words. His characteristic frivolous smile had completely disappeared. "Damn... I'm sorry. To drag you all into such a shitty situation." "..." Jane tried to create his characteristic flawless smile. Since it didn't work well, the smile ended up being awkward. It's okay. The situation was too bad to say such a thing. Everyone had experienced something terrible because of the relic that Felix had wanted to share out of goodwill. Moreover- "A being who wields the power of Black Magic with untainted Pure Energy... does such a thing even exist in this world?" Camilla, Jane's elf companion, muttered. Everyone's expressions twisted at those words. Could they really find that absurd being within three days and bring it before the Asking Left Hand? "Hmm..." Even the Hero of Ideals, who didn't know how to doubt himself, couldn't rashly discuss possibilities. He couldn't offer words of comfort to Felix. It was natural since even his own party members had been put in danger. Just being sparing with words could be considered remarkable at this point. As Felix's group's expressions grew even darker. "Let's think positively." The air. Or the floor. Their gazes that had been floating blankly once again turned to that man. "If this matter is resolved safely, it will be thanks to all of us gathering here. Felix. It's fortunate. That you didn't use this item just among yourselves." "...!" The Sword of Advancement no longer emitted light. Nevertheless, their eyes looking at Risir held a shining brilliance. "...Ha." Jane let out a chuckle. "Risir. If you say it like that, what does that make me?" Soon, he approached Felix and patted his shoulder. "Felix. I'm sorry. I showed you a shameful side. You made the suggestion to me out of goodwill, and I was the one who agreed to it-" "...No. It's definitely my fault. It's nothing other than an ancient relic. I should have been more thoroughly prepared. I was arrogant and blinded by greed." "Tila, are you feeling alright?" "Ah, yes. Thanks to you, Risir... the constraints imposed by the Asking Left Hand seem to have weakened considerably." "Still, just in case, let's check once. Belota?" "Yes." The ominous atmosphere that had been weighing them down gradually lifted. Then, Felix let out a small laugh. It was a smile with his characteristic frivolity mixed with self-mockery. "Jane, you know what? At first, I thought you had yielded the Sword of Advancement to Risir." "What? What do you mean-..." "Because you're the type who would do that and more. And most of all- he looked too unreliable in my eyes. But I'll admit it. I was wrong. You, all of you were right." Felix looked at Risir and smiled once more. Then he patted Jane's shoulder and spoke to him. "You knew that Risir had such incredible talent, didn't you?" "..." "What the hell was that? How on earth did you do that just now?" "..." "?" Jane's eyes were trembling. I don't know either. I'm scared. Would it be a mistake to think such a voice could be heard? Felix looked at Camilla. "..." Camilla averted her eyes. Felix looked at Belota. "..." Belota averted her eyes. "...?" Felix's head tilted. Ah. What just happened there? How did it turn out that way? He had thought that Jane's group, who had confirmed Risir's abilities in the Sacred Sword Trial, would clearly explain what had just happened- They had shown reactions opposite to his expectations. Felix had no choice but to try asking Risir directly. How he had satisfied the Asking Left Hand. What kind of trick he had used. "Black Magic..." However, Risir had already fallen into deep thought. He was pondering intensely on how to fulfill the Asking Left Hand's demand. "...!" The eyes of their parties lit up with a flash. To be able to move forward without wavering even in such a situation. "That's right..." They shouldn't give up just because only three days remained, nor should they be complacent because three whole days were left. In their eyes now, that man's figure looked like a signpost. "Pochena!" Felix drew forth the Divine Authority of knowledge with all his might. -...! The spirit of the girl who was already seeking answers within the Inner World was elevated. Black Magic. That negative power corrupts everything it touches. There was no way the aura of a being wielding such power could remain pure. It was clearly against all logic. -I don't know...! Pochena thought. Could it be that this time, the Asking Left Hand had made not a demand that was 'nearly impossible' but one that was truly 'impossible'? "Even Pochena doesn't know..." Without a doubt, Pochena possessed the most extensive knowledge among those present. Perhaps she might even have more knowledge than all the others combined. Even such a Pochena couldn't provide any substantial answer. "..." Normally, they would have despaired at that fact. However- "..." Risir. Even in the midst of all this, he was deeply absorbed in thought. He wasn't giving up. "..." Eventually, Felix and Jane nodded and looked at each other. "Jane, do you have any good ideas!? Is there anyone around we could ask for help-" Felix, the Hero of Knowledge, spoke while setting aside all his pride. "...Frozen Breath and the Talent Scout." The one who answered was Belota, the scholar from Jane's party. "They might know something...!" Opinions were quickly gathered. They moved busily. To request help from the two people who would be at Gus's Mansion. "Risir?" Only one person. Only Risir remained in place. "Don't you need to come with us?" "Huh? Ah. I'll stay here and... try to find an answer in my own way." "..." They didn't ask anything more. They simply nodded with complete trust. Eventually, only Risir remained at the location. He monologued as if consulting with someone. "The black spots on other people... they were fine even against my power. Is it because they're the result of a Magical Contract? If so, then shortcuts won't work..." He thought the Sacred Sword Jallak was speaking to him and answered. -Risir! How could there be a way to fool that thing again!? If there's anything I can help with, tell me!!! I, Jallak! Even if it means burning my very existence, I'll be of help to you! In the voice of the Sacred Sword Jallak, there was slight concern and even greater enormous expectation. Deceived. That's what Jallak said. He too, like everyone else, thought that Risir had used some mysterious method to deceive the Asking Left Hand. His aura was thoroughly under Risir's control. Unlike other Sacred Swords that knew everything about their masters, Jallak knew absolutely nothing about Risir. -What!? What are you! When did you...! Therefore, Jallak was startled and immediately went into alert mode. A gray-white fire spirit had appeared at the location without any warning signs. -I definitely didn't sense even the slightest trace... Risir! Snap out of it! This isn't the time to be worrying! Some suspicious thing is-... "Ah, it's fine. Jallak. You don't need to be on guard. I called him." -What...!? -You inorganic wretch!!! How dare an inorganic thing speak the name of my lord!? -Lo, lord...!? While Jallak couldn't keep up with the situation, Risir spoke to the gray-white fire spirit, Dangaleon. "Dangaleon." -Please speak, my lord!!! This Dangaleon!!! Even if my lord closes his mouth and whispers, I am ready to understand your meaning!!! "You mentioned it before. Whether I had any thought about learning your power?" -My lord!? Could it be!!! A tremendous roar!!! What ultimate ecstasy!!! This Dangaleon!!! Even if I face complete annihilation now, I have no regrets!!! The gray-white fireball that let out a strange cry swayed violently. -What, what is this guy exactly...! What the hell is going on...!!! The Sacred Sword could only struggle in bewilderment while watching the entire scene. *** At the same time, the two Hero parties had arrived at the VIP room in Gus's Mansion and were facing them. The Great Noble and the Archmage. The Talent Scout and Frozen Breath. Fortunately, since they had been having a conversation together at the mansion, the two heroes were able to immediately have a meeting with them. Felix explained the whole story to the two on behalf of his group. "Risir is with you?" That was the part the two showed interest in first from the story filled with tremendous content. Dray shrugged and said. "Then, well, there shouldn't be anything to worry about, right? While we're still going 'uh, uh,' that guy will solve everything." Palag stroked his bushy beard and nodded. At the sight of the two, Felix's group praised their own judgment of immediately requesting help from them. They were indeed those who possessed the same specialness as heroes without Sacred Swords. From their speaking manner, a serene composure and confidence could be felt. If they had been at the scene, wouldn't they have shown the same demeanor? Felix continued the story with expectations. "As you said, Risir has already given us tremendous help." Of course. I knew it would be so, the two nodded satisfyingly. "However, even he seems to have reached his limit. Risir's tactics that had fulfilled all other demands didn't work on its final demand." They shot up. Dray and Palag rose from their seats. "Surely, you're saying it's a situation where even Risir can't do anything!?" The Archmage opened his eyes wide and expressed unprecedented shock. 'Suddenly...?' The serene composure they had shown until now had completely disappeared without a trace. "This isn't the time to be sitting around!" "We need to take action immediately, immediately!" Dray and Palag began restlessly talking busily with each other. They were still bewildered by the two's reaction, but felt relieved separately. The Great Noble and Archmage, who had felt the seriousness of the situation in a slightly different way, seemed like they would provide complete help. "You two! Rather than that, how about talking with our Pochena- the Sacred Sword of Knowledge!?" It was the moment they were about to join the two's conversation. "Uh, wait. Felix...?" Jane looked at Felix blankly. "Jane, you...?" Felix also looked at Jane with the same expression. The sentence and curse of the Asking Left Hand. The black spots carved on their necks had somehow disappeared. They shot up. This time it was the Hero party members who sprang from their seats. They began rushing somewhere urgently. "..." "..." Dray and Palag exchanged glances and immediately followed after them. *** "Risir!?" "Ah, you've come." Felix's group, who arrived at the location, first confirmed that Risir was safe and let out sighs of relief. "Huh...? Wait, Felix. That-" "...?!" Then, they looked in the direction Tila pointed and gasped! The Asking Left Hand placed on the table. It had lost all its previous ominous aura and form, becoming nothing but a dried husk. Felix's group quickly understood the situation. "Risir! My God, you've found it again! A way to deceive that thing!!!" -What an amazing talent this is...! The Hero of Knowledge approached Risir with sparkling eyes. Risir had been right until the end. The Asking Left Hand's unreasonable demand was a riddle with a separate answer. Risir knew that answer. He knew how to exploit the gaps in that riddle to deceive the Asking Left Hand. "..." Risir smiled slightly. What had happened during that short time? A weary expression was spread across his face. "How on earth did you do it!? How did you deceive that thing!?" The Hero of Ideals who approached next asked him. Risir answered with a relieved expression. "Fortunately, I had a demon among my companions, so I was able to learn Black Magic." "I see! A demon among your companions..." Huh? They felt something off about the sentence Risir had said.