Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

[An intruder has appeared at the base] [The base has taken damage] [Base level will decrease] *** [An intruder has appeared at the base] [The base has taken damage] [A specific function of the base will be paralyzed] [Function: Religion] [Function: Adventurer Guild] [Function: Merchant Guild] ... ... ... *** [The Merchant Guild condemns you] [The Adventurer Guild condemns you] [City citizens voice their complaints] *** [City citizens express their anger] [A specific function of the base will be paralyzed] [Function: Recruitment] [You can no longer recruit new characters] *** [An intruder has appeared at the base] [The base has taken damage] [An intruder has appeared at the base] [The base has taken damage] [An intruder has appeared at the base] [Damage has occurred to the stronghold] ... ... ... *** [A specific function of the base will be paralyzed] [Function: Rest] [Characters can no longer rest within the base] *** [A new function of the base has been unlocked!] [Level restrictions for all missions have been removed!] [TIP: Reducing the number of characters allows for more efficient distribution of limited resources!] *** [The city's reputation has greatly declined!] *** [A specific function of the base will be paralyzed] [Function: Alliance] [Function: Reputation] *** [The base has been destroyed!] *** [Title: An intruder has appeared at the base] Body: [An intruder has appeared at the base] [An intruder has appeared at the base] [An intruder has appeared at the base] [An intruder has appeared at the base][An intruder has appeared at the base][An intruder has appeared at the base] -: Hey hey hey, man, why is this happening? -: Looks like it's 'that section' now hahahaha -: This is the weight of being the owner of the continent's hottest spot. Just endure it. -: Pfft hahahaha, what's with the floating population? It has to be at least that much to be the Continent's representative base ㅇㅇㅇㅇ -[Author]: No, seriously What the hell is this? Block the intrusion here and it explodes over there Block the explosions and they happen everywhere So what the hell, how am I supposed to handle this? -: With all due respect The intrusions aren't meant to be blocked -: Look at this crazy bastard Jung Pyeongtaek suddenly walking over and stabbing facts right into your lungs, you psychopath -: That's not me though -: No, looking closely it's Jung Pyeongtaek -: What's with the fake nickname, damn it -: Wait a minute The guy who said it wasn't him is also Jung Pyeongtaek? -: But that's not exactly wrong though Of course intrusions are meant to be unblockable If they were meant to be blockable, it would be a visit, not an intrusion -: Facts are Jeong-pyeong hahaha taek -: It's probably not a coincidence that 'facts' and 'Pyeongtaek' have the same initial consonants -[Author]: No No no no no So what am I supposed to do, you bastards, you punks I'm really doing my best here Watching my precious base slowly melt away, I feel like my heart is going to collapse before my base does. I really have no choice but to look up a walkthrough at this rate??????? -: Fact is, even looking at a walkthrough won't change anything -: Pyeongtaek is saying that the base getting f*cked up like that is the default constant. ㅇㅇ -: That thing If you've entered the final act you have to see the base as something of a consumable. I will definitely protect my base! < Bbu-bbu! (Wrong answer buzzer) Please just hold out while I push through the final quest < Ding dong dang dong -: Wrong answer, bullshit -[Author]: No, you're talking bullshit about expendable Then what is it Are you saying I've been diligently raising meat shields all this time? -: But you can still take the main party to the end. Have a drink. -[Author]: Wow, fuck -: Man, it's been a while since we saw genuine anger -: Have a drink, bullshit haha At that point you shouldn't have a drink, you should blow the bottle -: I was dizzy too when I cleared my first run, for real *** *** [An intruder has appeared at the base] *** [An intruder has appeared at the base] [A specific function of the base will be enhanced] [Function: Religion] [Function: Guardian] [Function: Blacksmith Guild] ... ... ... *** [The Blacksmith Guild praises you!] [Religion praises you!] *** [The city's reputation has greatly increased!] *** [Base level will increase] [Base level will increase] [Base level will increase] [Base level will increase] (E/N: Ok, I'm a bit tired with those lines...) ... ... ... *** -What are you doing? "Gasp...!" At that cold word of reproach, Risir flinched and came to his senses. It was a letter that the acting city councilor's deputy had sent to the acting city councilor. Fienne. Until recently, she had held high expectations. Risir. Now that man would have returned as well. She thought that the city's chaotic atmosphere would return to normal, and all that remained was for her to regain her leisurely daily life. And if she had time, with that man— -What are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing what are you doing "Argh...!" However, the acting city councilor's deputy's expectations were mercilessly crushed. The acting city councilor had made Bondaless a hot venue for continental unification. -Lord Risir. A letter has just arrived from our Dibrien family. We will send an envoy with sincere intentions in the near future, so using this opportunity to deepen the friendship between both sides—... -Lord Risir! The peddler says they've prepared almost all the materials they promised, but it doesn't seem easy to bring them inside Bondaless! After all, we're outsiders, aren't we!? Not only that, but there seem to be many problems with procuring the resources needed for sword sheath restoration from within the city—... So, we're thinking of establishing a Steel Fire Guild branch in Bondaless at this opportunity!!! -Lord Risir. I roughly surveyed the city atmosphere, and the back alley atmosphere is quite chaotic. There are virtually no criminal organizations currently active in Bondaless, but I see some guys targeting niche markets. If Lord Risir would just give permission, I'll step forward and adjust that atmosphere. Also, wouldn't mercenaries be ideal for the role of driving out sewer rats? If we properly form and activate a mercenary community, it will have the effect of drawing a clear line. -Risir. I was flying around the nearby forest and met some suspicious guys and taught them a lesson. The elf kids asked for me, and they say it's a criminal organization plotting to conduct smuggling business in Bondaless— What should we do? For now, I've locked them up in the same place as the suspicious guys I caught the day before yesterday. -Risir! Additional personnel have departed from Illatdein! And this is an interim report on the naturalization work being conducted in areas adjacent to Bondaless! -Risir. Akirin's priests wanted to conduct missionary activities combined with relief work in Bondaless, so I helped them with the procedures. Coincidentally, there's an orphanage that was closed due to financial difficulties that's registered under your name, so I'm thinking of entrusting it to them. Huh? Why is it under your name, you ask? Originally it was under former city councilor Gadum's name, but— well, whatever. It's yours now. Bondaless was certainly in a state of enjoying unprecedented stability, having escaped from the previous chaos. The problem was that this stability was so abundant that it had developed into something else entirely. New incidents followed one after another in a chain— These chain-linked incidents brought in new people and new events. "Steel Shield Brotherhood... who are they again? Why are they reporting to me— Ah, are they friends of Mr. Delron?" And so, now— The acting city councilor and the deputy were buried among those events and people, unable to even share the joy of reunion yet. Of course. If the two of them set their minds to it, there was more than enough time to spend together. However. The deputy of the acting city councilor would not permit it. Since Risir had taken responsibility and shouldered all the work related to the expedition, becoming trapped in mountains of paperwork— She had threatened that he shouldn't even dream of facing her until he resolved everything. In fact. This was also Fienne's own consideration for Risir's position. -You're doing well. Keep it up~ What are you doing. The letter with its petulant tone was an expression of simple and timid emotions. "What does the letter say?" Secretary Rona, who had delivered the deputy's letter, asked. "Well, let's see... she expressed the words 'die die die' in a very roundabout and affectionate way?" "Haha, well that's understandable. Just when things seemed to have quieted down a bit, the city has become noisy again like this—" "Still, I'm trying to shoulder everything myself so as not to burden Fienne—" "...Sigh." "Huh? Rona? Why are you suddenly sighing—" "I was thinking, 'Our hero who is perfect in all fields is truly knowledgeable about women's hearts as well~'?" "...Don't tell me I did something wrong?" "Objectively speaking, it's not exactly wrong. But shall I say you're lacking the focused delicacy that should be cultivated when dealing with women?" The handsome, blonde-haired 'noble' crossed his arms and smirked, raising one corner of his mouth. "..." Risir's pride was hurt, but there was nothing he could do. When the noble who captures all women's hearts and reigns at the pinnacle of high society says so—how could he argue back? Thus, Risir took time to reflect on his actions. What part of his response had caused Fienne to become pouty? "...Rona, could you convey this message to Fienne? "What, what message?" "I'm struggling to death alone right now, so please help me— if Fienne doesn't help, I feel like I'll die from overwork." Suddenly. Fienne's image was drawn in Rona's mind. -Hmph. Pathetic person. Taking on so much work he can't handle... The image of the progenitor sighing upon hearing Risir's story, yet somehow satisfied. "..." Ooh~ Rona made such an expression while looking at Risir. It was a perfectly tailored sentence for the progenitor who dreamed the audacious dream of stepping on Risir's back. 'What's gotten into this guy? Has he been meeting lots of women outside?' Rona felt both doubt and wariness about Risir's rapidly developed understanding of women's hearts. "Of course, I won't dump my work on her or anything— since I'm already hated. I want to use a reasonable pretext to at least see her face once." "...Ah." That makes sense. As expected, it was just a coincidence that it fit. Rona nodded her head. It was a complex expression where various emotions coexisted. *** Even after Rona left, Risir's miscellaneous tasks continued. He intended to thoroughly familiarize himself with countless matters related to the expedition—not missing a single document. "Huh?" Then suddenly. Risir lifted his head from his desk. He felt a sudden disturbance in his inner world. The unstable emotions the spirits(?) were feeling were transmitted to him completely. 'The kids— what's happening?' They seemed to be writhing in fear. Risir immediately tried to head to his inner world to check their condition. -Lord Risir. Akirin's priest has visited. Along with people claiming to be with Kunra, they request an audience with the Hero. However, there were visitors who came first. "Akirin's priest? Ah—" Risir shot up from his seat. The new priest of Akirin. The story he had heard from Kunra and Nelsa came to mind. 'Pleasure... could that be the reason the kids are agitated?' The Archdemon and their apostles. The spirits(?) showing unusual agitation. Risir set out to meet them with considerable tension. *** In the vast inner world, the dwelling of the spirits(?) built of sand. "Ah, this aura...! This aura is...!!!" There, a grayish-white fireball was restless. That wasn't all. -Kyak! Kyaaaak!!! The white baby snake kept flicking its tongue toward the air— -Ahhh... -Ahh— -Ahh!!! The masses of countless faces expressed anxiety with different expressions. -... The purple girl spirit was staring blankly at those spirits(?). However, her gaze soon turned elsewhere. "..." The sand baby spirit. Because her thick eyebrows, which never lost their sharp angle even in sleep, had lost their strength. This was certainly noteworthy even among the abnormal behaviors the spirits(?) were showing. -... Emotion seemed to show on the purple girl spirit's inorganic expression. -What is this... what on earth is about to happen...? Even the other one, who was usually treated helplessly as a toy by the Spirits(?), watched them, trembling with anxiety. At that moment. All the spirits'(?) nerves focused on one point. -Ver, are you okay? Can you try eating this once? It was a familiar voice coming from outside. And— -Dangaleon!!! A strange voice that followed. The grayish-white fireball shuddered. -Srahan!!! The countless faces of the mass twisted. -Yorgan!!! The baby snake coiled up to hide its body. -Glorious rulers!!! You have fallen!!! The past glory cannot even find a trace!!!Especially you— Alien energy began to circulate within the inner world. For some, it was an extremely foreign energy— For others, it was an extremely familiar energy. Archdemon. The energy of that fearsome being that could place even immortal beings beneath its feet caused the spirits(?) to feel primordial terror. -Verdandes!!! "N-no...!!!" The sand baby spirit cried out, showing rejection. However, her voice and expression had lost their original vigor. -Sand Mountain that Blocks the Sun!!! What a miserable state that I cannot bear to see with open eyes!!! A voice that seemed to writhe in pleasure resounded thunderously. Before that, the sand spirit could only shrink endlessly. -It is also the duty of one who stands above to end the humiliation of the fallen beneath!!! Come, you fallen and feeble ones!!! Pleasure shall take you in!!! You shall become part of Pleasure and witness the great resurrection!!! A crack appeared in the inner world. What emerged from that crack was a fragment of a yellow mask. Pleasure. Though it had been mercilessly fragmented and sealed, it was still a sovereign that reigned over all demons. It reigned proudly, looking down upon the fallen demons. -Ah, Master...!!! He is, he is—...!!! Huh? It certainly intended to do so. The angle of the yellow mask that had been facing downward gradually turned upward. "!?!" Before long, angular eyebrows that had regained their natural bravery were looking down at it. From a position so high that one could not dare fathom its end— From the lofty heavens high enough to easily block even the sun. "You're small!?!" As those words indicated. To the sand spirit, the fragment of the yellow mask was far too small. This was natural considering the plight of the Archdemon that had been fragmented countless times and then sealed. That's why it was also incomprehensible. If one side was fragmented and then sealed— The other side had fallen so far that not even its original form remained. Their situations seemed different yet similar. But— Why, then, was there this difference in eye level? -Verdandes!!! That lowly thing that had clearly fallen was instead looking down at it. Pleasure felt extreme humiliation— And confusion that far surpassed even that. "I said no!!! I am Verdan—..." -What is this... Pleasure realized in the whirlpool of confusion. Sand Mountain that Blocks the Sun. That which had clearly fallen had now gained a higher status than before. "Tsya!!!" A thunderous cry struck the mask. Sand Mountain that Blocks the Sun. No, the mischievous one of the sand hills? It no longer looked up at the Archdemon. *** "What are you doing right now...?" The Apostles of Pleasure could not understand the Hero's actions. How could the first words after receiving a fragment of the Archdemon be 'Want to eat this?' "Ah." The Hero began explaining with a kind smile. "My kids like this sort of thing. So for now, I'm checking if it's edible." They unconsciously alternated between looking at the Hero's hand and his luggage. They thought they had mistakenly given him some kind of jerky.