Make Dark Fantasy Great Again

Chapter 81 [Title: What the hell is this quest to find a secret location?] Content: You know that quest where you have to pick the White Shadow Cult's secret location from 7 options? I picked wrong 6 times in a row, and when I saw only 3 out of 30 survivors were left, I thought, what's the difference between me and a Nazi turning gas valves? So I had some self-reflection time and picked the last option, but damn, this one was wrong too? What the hell? Don't tell me there's an order to picking the options? Did everyone die because I picked wrong? -: No no, that's the crystal orb deliberately spinning things around to waste time, so you're right -[OP]: Then what the hell So our role is to watch people die while being toyed with by a demon? This game is really made like shit. If it's going to be like this, wouldn't it be better to just resurrect them from the start and then fight? -: Then it wouldn't be shitty enough lol -: What kind of talk is that, you fool. -: "Not shitty enough" < For real, that's a word combination I've never heard in my life -: That's the kind of expression that would only come from the mind of someone who spends all day imagining ways to make others feel like shit, for real -: This trash game is really showing users a new world... -[OP]: Thinking thoroughly about how to make others feel like shit *** The White Shadow Cult. Some call them madmen dominated by insanity. I think that's a wrong assessment. What kind of madness would allow them to be so cunning yet rational? If such beneficial madness exists, I'd like to have a taste of it myself. So, they're simply excessively rational. Rational enough to consider humanity an unnecessary value. That's why they're so terrible to deal with. They have a completely different perspective from us. Shall I give you an example? We need to transport something that absolutely must not be discovered into the city. In that case, what method would you adopt? Wait! Before you answer, let me tell you their method. Ah! Just in case, I'm not saying this is something I came up with, but rather an already revealed case. So please don't look at me strangely. Anyway. They approached a group of camping merchants. While they slept, they cut open their bellies and hid the objects inside their stomachs. Then they used drugs to prevent them from recognizing their own bodily condition. And then... yes, well. That's how it happened. I won't describe it in too much detail. It's almost lunch time, isn't it? Right. It's absurd. How would anyone discover something like this? Guards are people who search the cargo holds of suspicious carriages, not people who cut open merchants' bellies, right? They operate like this. They act in completely different ways from completely different perspectives. That's why we're always dancing in the palm of their hands. We can't even imagine the world they see, but for them, imagining the world we see is an extremely simple matter. Add the power of black magic to that! So! If you ever think you've seen through their plans, it would be wise to be very careful. You might already be in the palm of their hands. They always keep all possibilities and situations in mind before performing important rituals. It's hard for us to escape from this. After all, unlike them, we're decent humans who follow norms and common sense, aren't we? -Crawling Library Eloran <Dialogue Keyword: White Shadow Cult>- *** "What in the..." Goldina, the priest of the White Shadow Cult, felt pure bewilderment at this situation beyond common sense. She had thoroughly controlled all possibilities related to the plan. She had most potential problem situations in mind and was prepared for almost every issue. As proof of this, even City Councilor Ran, who held tremendous authority in Bondaless, was dancing in the palm of their hands. Therefore, the ritual should have proceeded without interference, and even if interference did occur, it too should have been part of the plan. ...But this changes the story. Certainly, she thought she had all problem situations in mind. But the current situation was beyond consideration. It was only natural. -You saw it, right!? I absolutely have no intention of deceiving you, my lord!!! When making plans, considering a situation where the main beneficiary of the plan would betray them? That wasn't being thorough, it was just being an idiot. "Dangaleon... what is this..." White Shadow Cult member Goldina impiously spoke the true name of the being she served while interrogating him. Even that was the result of holding back, holding back, and holding back again. If she hadn't, rough curses would have burst out immediately. It was indeed a grotesque mental fortitude fitting the White Shadow Cult's infamy. She was trying somehow to interpret this current situation in a 'sensible' direction. Ah! Eventually she shouted as if she had realized something. "You've trapped them! Everyone, prepare for battle!" The demon immediately responded to the cultists' firm belief. -No, no!!! My lord! Do not listen to those wicked words! I had no intention of deceiving you!!! Defeat them right now and stop this evil ritual! "You son of a bastard!!!" Finally, Goldina couldn't hold back and shouted. "This was a ritual for you!!! Didn't you rejoice and praise us! So what the hell is this bullshit now!!!" Ohhh. Damn. What is this. What the hell is this. Shakan's eyes widened at this rare spectacle. White Shadow Cult members. Who would have thought she'd live to see those madmen in confusion. Even throwing away all dignity and vulgarly brawling with a demon. It was the moment when the cultists hiding in a secret location and performing an evil ritual were discovered. A volatile situation for both sides. In a situation where it wouldn't be strange for things to immediately head toward catastrophe, they took the position of meek spectators. Even the other cultist groups. The nonsensical spectacle unfolding before their eyes united their hearts. "That, that's not Dangaleon!!! Everyone don't panic! Calmly, prepare for battle!" Finally, Goldina, who had lost her reason, drew forth all her power. There was someone trying to calmly soothe such a Goldina. -Calm down! Each of these three humans here has power that matches yours! Stop this meaningless resistance! It was the demon of the crystal orb, Dangaleon. He calmly explained how impressive each of Shakan and Maldad were as he persuaded the cultist. -I can feel the essence of burning flames from this red mage! I see fragments of the Red Tower Master I once faced! He must have inherited his spirit! -This half-human half-beast woman- Oh ho! She's a descendant of Thunder Step! That ignorant fool who would smile and bite a sword with his mouth even if you cut off his arms and legs! Just thinking of him still makes me sick! So logical was that persuasion that all the cultists except Goldina lost their will to fight. -And if you inflict even one wound on my lord, I swear by the name of the burning black darkness that I will curse your existence forever! Adding a threat to finish it off. Indeed, you could say he was a demon. The carrot and stick were no joke. "..." Goldina's pupils fluctuated like the surface of boiling water. She was a rational person. Rational enough to willingly cast aside human values for efficiency and practicality. The fact that she didn't ultimately succumb to emotion even while feeling her brain boil with rage proved this fact. Thus, Goldina took the best action with the reason she had firmly maintained. "You pride-less, lowly Demon scum. My Curse will one day consume you!!!" Thunk. The dagger that was originally meant to defile sacrifices to please the being she served pierced the cultist's throat precisely. Thus Goldina spat out a curse and took her own life. "..." The remaining low-level cultists. They were those who had not yet acquired the reason and madness comparable to Priest Goldina. They didn't know that even if they survived here, what awaited them was death after torture. Clang. The cultists threw down their weapons and raised both arms. Clear surrender. Thus, the situation was concluded. Priests of the White Shadow Cult are like nightmares. Combat with them required a resolve beyond death even from the strong who had entered the superhuman realm. The corpse of such a White Shadow Cult priest, Goldina, lay pitifully sprawled, soaking the floor with blood. "What the hell was that." A dumbfounded voice escaped from the mouth of the female warrior who had experienced all kinds of battles. Not only that, but City Councilor Ran, Valrod the disciple of the Red Tower Master, and Demon Hunter Maldad were also at a loss in this unprecedented situation. Only Risir, who was familiar with this kind of situation, calmly stepped forward and began rescuing the people tied with ropes. Seeing this, the others also hurriedly came to their senses and began dealing with the incident. *** Ran Pelros, who had risen to the position of City Councilor at the mere age of thirty, was an idol admired by many young nobles in Bondaless. Her appearance without a single flaw shown in public was like her symbol. "...Then is everything resolved?" Such Ran Pelros looked around timidly. The priest who had led the cultist group had taken her own life and the rest were restrained. The victims who had been tied with ropes still hadn't regained consciousness, but it was confirmed that they were at least unharmed. By her standards, the incident seemed to be concluded. "..." "..." "..." Shakan. Valrod. Maldad. By their standards, it was the same. But wouldn't it look different to that person? Reading the mood... They all glanced at Risir with sideways looks. "...Why are you all looking at me like that?" Why indeed? They looked at the crystal orb placed on Risir's hand. -My lord! "I told you not to call me that." -There, please check that priest's belongings! If I remember correctly, she should have a letter received from her superiors! "There's something like that?" -Yes! It's something she kept secret even from her colleagues and only revealed to me, so it must be there! Wow. What the hell is that bastard doing. Gathering up souls just to stab them in the back. Is that why he's a demon? The cultists and Ran's group looked at the crystal orb with disgusted eyes and made a resolution. If they ever had to converse with a demon, they would absolutely never listen to their voice. "Hmm. This is my first time looting." The white-robed cultist soaked in blood. Risir, who had been looking down at her with a disgusted expression, made a big decision and put his hand into her belongings. -My lord! Just take out everything that's there! They're ownerless items now anyway! The demon's wicked(?) whisper heard from the side. Risir was tempted. But looking around, he could see everyone's attention was focused on him. Still, he was tempted. "Ugh. The power contained in the demon's whisper...!" Risir was led by the dominance of great power and against his will(?) pocketed the ring and purse he took from the cultist's belongings. They looked at Risir with disgusted eyes. Coveting a White Shadow Cult priest's belongings. Wasn't he afraid of curses or consequences? Ran's group tried to leave words of warning for Risir, but- -It's my lord's rightful claim! There's no reason to read the mood! They finally gave up at the voice of the crystal orb chattering excitedly. Fine. You figure it out yourselves. "Is this it." A letter appeared in Risir's hand. He handed the letter to Ran first. Ran immediately unfolded the letter and checked its contents. "..." Ran shared the letter's contents with Valrod with a serious expression. "This is..." After Valrod came Shakan. After Shakan came Maldad. Finally Risir. Having passed the letter around, they looked at each other's faces and nodded grimly. "We need to find someone to interpret the letter right now-" "Tomorrow those bastards will have a secret meeting in Bondaless-" ...Huh? Risir's opinion clashed with the others'. Once again, attention focused on him.