Dungeon Maker Chapter 117

As expected, Gusion tilted his head. He did the same thing when he heard Red Demon Beast or Strider.

Yong-ho narrowed his brows when Gusion said he could not understand Eligos's new name at all.

At that moment, Aamon cut in.

[Gusion, just stop pretending not to know.]

[My little master. It is probably the name that the soul of the young master or the power of evolution created for the sake of convenience based on his knowledge.]

[That's why Gusion doesn't know those names.]

“The power of evolution?”

Aamon responded by increasing the flames.

Gusion said with a giggle, “Well, the power of evolution… or the power of the Demon King is based on the individual soul of the Demon King. Namely, it falls out of nowhere. Maybe I can say it's the power of my little master's soul.”

Yong-ho already heard a similar story.

Recently, Ophelia mentioned the power of the soul while explaining to Yong-ho about the power of the Demon King.

“When you first exercised the power of evolution, you said you saw things like colored smoke. But now, you can even discern the systemic family tree? Who changed it?”

“Wonderful.” Yong-ho nodded. It was a convincing explanation.

It was Yong-ho himself who changed the incomprehensible form of colored smoke into an evolutionary information window like the game system.

That was the case for them having names after evolution. Yong-ho gave them names for convenience's sake so that he could easily distinguish them.

‘Um, somehow, I liked it.'

In fact, the new name reflected Yong-ho's preference because all the words he used to make the names came off the top of his head.

“Let's stop chatting at this point. The floor master on the 9th floor is waiting for me anxiously.”

Having said that, Gusion sat in his first-class seat. Aamon also silently sat next to him silently.

Yong-ho turned his shoulders a few times as if to warm up lightly then headed for the arena. Seated in the front seat of the stand, Catalina watched Yong-ho.

“He's going to have a rough time. That guy is particularly strong among the floor masters on the 9th floor. This time, our little master might be penalized.”

Gusion giggled, biting a cigar in his mouth. There were several floor masters on each floor of the arena. That was why a different floor master appeared, depending on the challenger.

Kentauros Kalai, the 9th-floor master, was the strongest among the floor masters available on the 9th floor.

Despite Gusion's expectation, however, Aamon just smiled quietly then created gentle flames.

Gusion soon knew why Aamon reacted like this.

Standing in front of Kentauros Kalai, wearing golden armor and armed with a large sword and shield, Yong-ho activated Aamon and the magnetic field at the same time. Today, he intended to fight in a slightly different way than before.

The magic power of greed was activated. The green flames that were burning on Yong-ho's right hand and the cold chill on his left hand were embodied in blue. And that wasn't all.

This time, Brigada was activated. Yong-ho drew black magic from Catalina, who was sitting in the stand.

The green flames and chill were mixed with black magic.

Yong-ho found it hard to combine the flames and cold air into one. He could easily add darkness to the attribute of each one.

Kentauros Kalai watched Yong-ho in embarrassment. He felt the magical power arising from Yong-ho's hands was unusual.

Gusion opened his mouth wide then turned to Aamon after blinking several times.

He asked with his eyes, ‘Have you taught him by any chance?'

Aamon answered with flames, suggesting he didn't.

“Did he realize it by himself then? Oh, our little master really has a knack of surprising people.”

Yong-ho's next step in using Brigada was to bring out the magic power of his subordinate spirits and make them his own.

That wasn't all. Now, Yong-ho naturally fused their attributes. By adding darkness to the flames and chill, he created greater power.

It was natural that Kentauros Kalai was embarrassed. He had never seen any head of the House of Mammon displaying such abilities based on the spirits' attributes in the arena.

“I'm sorry for Kalai, but the guy on the 10th floor will have to face the same fate, unfortunately. Oh, it's Kaiwan on the 10th floor. It might be our little master who would be in trouble while challenging Kaiwan.”

Gusion grinned brightly, which looked rather wicked than mischievous.

Aamon concentrated on the arena again.

Yong-ho and Kentauros Kalai clashed head-on.

As Gusion expected, the arena was filled with Kalai's sad screaming.

“How cruel…”

That was what Gusion said first to Yong-ho when he returned to the stands after defeating Kalai.

Yong-ho frowned, pointing to his body covered with wounds.

“You know I suffered a lot. Can't you see?”

The combat suit he purchased at the dungeon merchant was a mess. In particular, both sleeves were severely torn.

However, Gusion clicked his tongue as if he didn't like Yong-ho's way of fighting.

Gusion said, “That's because you're still inexperienced in using both flames and chill at the same time. Don't you know who was dragging his feet while using all kinds of techniques in the name of practice? I feel sorry for Kalai. He really liked to have the chance of fighting someone strong after a long time, saying he would show his chivalry.”

Then Gusion shook his head from side to side.

Recalling Kalai's muttering about the honor of a knight even before the fight, Yong-ho scratched his cheek a little. Come to think of it, Yong-ho felt he was too harsh toward Kalai.

“Well, I also struggled quite a bit. Seriously, tell Kalai that it was a great match.”

“Are you kidding?”

Gusion giggled at that. Anyway, he was glad that Yong-ho made big progress.

Yong-ho was getting strong and faster than any other family head that Gusion had ever seen until now. And the source of his strength was not only his greed and Aamon, which pleased Gusion.

“Wait a minute. Let me serve you after a long time.”

Suddenly, Gusion reached out to Yong-ho with big hands. Yong-ho unwittingly got nervous, but he didn't step back or act strangely. Something amazing happened when Gusion's hands passed through the air above his head.

“Wow!”

Yong-ho's combat uniform, which was in tatters, recovered its original condition. It wasn't clear whether it was possible because of Gusion's personal magic or any special power of the arena, but Yong-ho felt good about it anyway.

“Can't you upgrade my magic power and physical abilities?” Asked Yong-ho.

While making a satisfied expression at Yong-ho's question, Gusion frowned because he felt Yong-ho was too greedy like the King of Greed.

“No, I can't do it for you. As I told you from the beginning, this is my special service for you.”

“Oh, I see. I have to give it up then.”

Ignoring Gusion's words, Yong-ho searched for something in his pocket. Then he took out a bottle from the set of magic potions he obtained as a reward for defeating Kalai on the 9th floor and drank it.

It was different from the magic potion that Sitri got him before. To be precise, the goods Sitri gave him were superior.

Although the magic potion was obtained from the 9th floor, his magic power didn't max out immediately. It helped him heal slowly, but it had nothing like the effect of magic power enhancement.

Nonetheless, he got as many as ten bottles. Moreover, it should be considered that Yong-ho's own magic became so powerful that it could not be compared to when he received the magic potion from Sitri.

Watching Yong-ho swallowing the magic potion, Gusion whistled then asked with a smile, “Are you trying to challenge the 10th floor without resting first?”

Although Gusion told Yong-ho that Kalai was overwhelmed by him, that was not true. Gusion just exaggerated Kalai's defeat to make fun of Yong-ho, so he admitted that Yong-ho also suffered a lot.

In a general situation, Yong-ho should stop fighting and go back.

He had as many as ten bottles of magic potion, but at the same time, it meant that he had only ten now. It didn't befit Yong-ho if he tried to challenge the 10th floor by consuming one of them.

But it was Gusion's misjudgment. Yong-ho was by no means the type of person who acted in a calculated way.

“Well, I feel good. I need to keep up with the momentum, let alone save time.”

Obviously, Kaiwan was a tough opponent. But Yong-ho's five senses were sharpened by his fight with Kalai, so it was the right time for him to challenge Kaiwan.

Yong-ho took off the bottle of magic potion from his mouth, which he drank about half of it. Given the speed of his surging magic power, he felt it was wise to stop drinking at this point.

‘I wonder if I can seal this and drink it again later.'

The magic potion that Sitri gave him worked only when he drank it down at a time.

‘Well, I feel I can fight, given that my magic power is surging after drinking half of it.'

When he was agonizing for a moment, he noticed Catalina, flapping her tail gently.

He turned to her and asked, “Catalina, would you like to drink it?”

In fact, she was exhausted after supplying her black magic to him. She blinked at his unexpected suggestion but replied with a bright smile, “Thank you.”

Then she immediately took the magic potion from him and brought it to her mouth. She did it so naturally, but he felt embarrassed.

He blushed before he knew it. He hurriedly let out the heat from his face, fanning with his hand desperately. But she was calm, and even Gusion casually looked at him. He felt rather awkward at the moment.

“What's the matter with you?” Asked Gusion.

“Oh, it's kind of hot all of a sudden.”

Given that Gusion, who liked to make fun of him, tilted his head, Yong-ho realized that he didn't need to be excited at all.

“Wow… my magic power is really recovering.” After drinking the remaining magic potion, Catalina said, smiling brightly again.

Yong-ho's eyes were fixed on her lips alone at the moment.

[Little master?]

It was Aamon's voice.

Chapter end