Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Ownership (4)

#78

Movement did not take a long time.

Stopping in place Bran scratched his head.

“Yes. Because in this kind of place I could not notice.”

Before him a gray-white stone wall was erected.

The location is a secluded corridor of the 4th floor annex.

A place too ordinary and not eye-catching so there was no reason to mind at all.

At the appearance of silver body fluid smeared on the wall Bran frowned.

‘Cleaning this is also the key.’

Monster corpses were strewn everywhere.

Beads emitting the smell of blood were also strewn quite a bit.

Even a secluded place is this extent how to clean up was daunting.

Although a luxurious concern at the current point.

While groping the sticky surface, a sense of alienation was transmitted through the fingertips.

“Found.”

Bran smiled.

Along with a creaking texture the relevant part sank deeply.

Kugugugu···.!

The wall right next was pushed and a hidden passage appeared.

‘Really vicious. What guy would find this?’

He guaranteed not even 10 people would have discovered.

No, perhaps less than 5.

First Letunir itself was a place extremely hard to enter, and the discovery condition was also shitty.

If not doing the act of knocking all the walls and floors of the royal castle insisting on finding the relic he would not have found it for life.

‘Probably when playing as Benden. The purpose was collecting all relics.’

A fun cycle.

Although he failed the clear because he slipped in the middle.

Sreung.

Drawing the sword Bran entered the passage.

Although he knew there were no traps, for situations that might occur there was nothing bad.

Passing short stairs and corridor a wide open space came out.

A spacious room of about 20m square had an appearance completely different from the outside.

“Amazing···.”

It seemed like a garden cultivated in the dinosaur age.

Two light masses reminiscent of the sun and moon were slowly rotating and illuminating the room.

Tough wild grass and moss were covering the six faces of the room.

All plants that cannot be seen in reality or extinct, and ferns resembling bracken were particularly many.

Butterflies emitting dim light like fireflies were wandering between plants.

‘Chilling.’

Bran shivered.

If going on a moon trip and really rabbits are pounding rice cakes it would feel like this.

Living and living he did not know he would shiver at butterflies, but his reaction was natural.

Because these damn butterflies were ignoring the power of the Black Throne.

“As expected amazing.”

The Black Throne stops the time of all creatures within the radius.

Originally the butterflies as well as the plants composing this garden should freeze to be natural.

Like the people of Letunir or the livestock they raised.

Even this place is the royal castle no different from the epicenter of the Black Throne.

The reason only this garden uniquely time did not stop was, because these were lives created with the power of some relic.

Suddenly, the gaze of Bran looking around fixed on one place.

“Ah, you were here.”

A plump middle-aged man was frozen in the air.

The highest minister of Letunir the power next to the king.

Unlike the beautiful garden he could not avoid the power of the Black Throne.

The appearance frozen in the air with arms and legs spread wide was very unsightly.

‘Ugly too. Swept while throwing the body.’

Even poking there was no reaction returning.

Judging from the earnest expression and gesture, the appearance wearing leather gloves it seemed he hurriedly tried to collect the relic.

Indeed, if me I would have done so.

Because it is the only one relic the minister who enjoyed power next to the king embezzled while taking death.

Yes.

This wide space was made only to hide one relic.

Bran turned toward the direction the minister was looking.

One altar made of soil was bulging.

Although called an altar it is a size no different from a toad house.

On a small soil mound like a rabbit grave one necklace was placed.

Because the form is too simple a person seeing for the first time has a hard time noticing that is a relic.

‘The frugal design remains.’

Three tree trunks each were wrapping a green crystal.

The string hanging on the neck was also made of vines.

A form rough and primitive incomparable to lost technology like the mecha long-tailed tit.

It looked like a ritual tool some primitive tribe uses and actually would have been used for a similar purpose.

But with appearance alone the value of the relevant relic could never be evaluated.

Because it was an item the grace of the Great God dwelled.

“Finally even brushing the collar.”

Goddess of the Earth.

The existence Bran aimed from the time he knew he possessed Return Road.

This necklace was the treasure of the ancients who worshiped her for generations.

‘Pondering.’

Just as extending his hand toward the necklace Bran paused.

It was not particularly that there was a problem with the necklace.

Unlike other powerful relics the necklace was not emitting any pressure or killing intent at all.

Actually even if touching no lightning falls, or a built-in blade pops out and cuts the finger would not happen.

‘Did I have the qualification?’

What Bran fears is the situation where even after obtaining that necklace nothing happens.

If an unqualified person touches the necklace with bare hands that just turns into an ordinary accessory.

The reason the minister is wearing gloves in the hot summer was also because of that.

“Ei, I don’t know.”

Even so he could not retreat after coming this far.

Although not boasting, to draw her interest he did quite a few environmentally friendly acts.

Like the liberation of young Harmeno.

Or the salvation of the cursed plateau.

Taking a deep breath Bran picked up the necklace.

Then!

“···Ah.”

Nothing happened.

Bran’s face hardened.

There was no effect of a mysterious wind wrapping the whole body like the game, nor the matter of dark green radiance spreading.

If he had the qualification the effect of the item would have been revealed along with a notification window.

‘Hmm. Failed.’

Bran twisted his lips.

The tension heightened until now was melting like snow.

He thought he crossed the cutline, but as expected contacted at too early a point?

Just as he was looking down at the necklace with a despairing heart.

Pat.

The vision went dark, then brightened again.

Bran was standing in the middle of some forest.

“Eh?”

The air was clear.

The wind blowing through the tree gaps was flipping Bran’s bangs.

The narrow garden had disappeared without a trace.

Trees large enough to suffocate were filling all directions.

Giant trees that might exceed hundreds, perhaps a thousand meters, whose top cannot be seen no matter how much the head is tilted.

In the middle varieties Bran also knows well were mixed.

‘Harmeno.’

Because uniquely red it was more visible.

A member of the Three Dragon Trees and called the dragon that digs the earth Harmeno.

Along with Weed’s Tenacity the source of the power Bran has.

A tree hard to see even one in a lifetime, but the individuals entering the eyes immediately exceed ten.

Even all are fully grown adult trees.

This kind of forest he had not seen even in the game.

Just as looking around fallen into extreme confusion then.

“······!!!”

Bran’s gaze stopped at one place.

In the middle of the forest some woman was standing.

Because her back was to Bran the face was not visible.

Long and abundant hair was pouring on the ground like a bride’s dress.

Below the white bare feet moss and wild grass were repeating growing and withering in real time.

‘That is.’

Goosebumps stood.

Although the identity is unknown first it was absolutely not human.

Soon the woman entered the forest while leading the long hair.

“Wait, wait!”

Bran’s voice echoed in the primeval forest.

Although he hurriedly ran to the place she was the woman had disappeared without a trace.

“Damn, on earth···!”

Looking around Bran spat out a curse.

It was not a dream.

The tingling skin and roughened breath proved that.

He could instinctively feel that to get out from here the woman’s help is needed.

The fortunate part was that the woman’s footprints remained.

Just as Bran who barely regained composure was about to run following the footprints.

Tok.

Something lightly touched Bran’s back.

“What.”

At the same time the body froze.

From right behind a presence was felt.

Very close. At best an interval of one or two steps.

Soft breath was grazing the nape.

“······!!!”

Even the voice did not come out.

A powerful energy never experienced in life was pressing the whole body.

Barely lowering the pupils, a colony of weeds repeating growing and withering entered the eyes.

Along with white feet.

“Haa···haa···.”

Cold sweat seeping from the forehead was forming at the tip of the chin.

An existence that even imagining confronting was impossible was behind the back.

From the mouth of Bran who was panting rough breath, a voice as if squeezing out leaked.

“······Are you the Goddess of the Earth?”

No answer returned.

However, somehow he felt she smiled.

Sreuk.

The necklace he was holding slipped from the hand.

Just as Bran was startled and about to shout what are you doing now.

Pat!

As the world went dark again the pressure pressing the body disappeared.

“Keueuk!”

Bran stepped back.

As if holding breath for a long time the heart was pounding.

The vision returned soon.

Looking around the brightened world Bran was dumbfounded as is.

“Here is.”

It was the garden from earlier.

Nothing was different from before the front of the eyes darkened.

“···Was it a hallucination? Just now that?”

Bran let out perplexity.

He could not believe it was a delusion at all.

Suddenly the memory of the necklace slipping from the hand passed through his mind.

Right, the necklace.

Hurriedly lowering the gaze he flinched.

“What.”

The necklace that was gripped in the hand was hung on the neck.

Even though he definitely did not touch with his hands.

Pondering the bizarre hallucination Bran let out a hollow laugh as if absurd.

“···Heu.”

He could not gauge the situation.

The sensation of the necklace slipping.

He could only think that the existence behind his back put the necklace on him.

Probably that woman.

And Bran already knew the woman’s existence.

“Goddess of the Earth···.”

It was the moment he muttered.

Boooom-!

Death arrived in the garden.

An eerie whirlwind began gathering everything.

The light masses that were playing the role of the sun and moon turned into gravel and fell.

The grass withered darkly, and the moss covering the walls and ceiling fell like crumbs.

The butterflies stopped flapping like robots whose batteries ran out and fell to the ground all at once.

“This is···!”

Bran’s eyes narrowed.

Unlike the hallucination this direction was in memory.

It meant the ownership of the necklace successfully transferred to him.

Now the only living existence here was the minister frozen in a touchdown posture.

“Damn. The eyes···.”

He could not open his eyes at all.

Dead grass and dust were scratching the skin mercilessly.

There is no reason to stay here anymore.

Barely pushing through the wind and coming out Bran exited the garden.

Retracing the passage he entered as is, it was the moment coming out to the 4th floor corridor.

“What is all this.”

Bran’s eyes widened.

Whether morning already came golden dawn light was seeping through the windows lined in the corridor.

However what astonished Bran was not the flow of time.

“My god.”

All the monster corpses had disappeared.

Torn arms and legs and poured intestines. Even the body fluid smeared everywhere all.

No, rather than disappeared the expression changed might be right.

All the traces of death were becoming living breathing moss and wild grass, flowers.

“Did the beads also disappear.”

The blood beads the cleaners excreted also vanished without a trace.

The corridor that was thick with the smell of blood was full of sweet flower scent.

Bran slowly moved his steps.

Looking outside the window with a surely not feeling he burst out a hollow laugh.

“Ha, damn.”

Green was full over the entire city.

Letunir was no longer a ruin.

No more corpses could be found.

Torn brick gaps, blood-stained stone stairs, dried window frames.

All those traces of death were overpainted with the life of plants.

The energy of the otherworld that stubbornly remained and polluted the ground was also completely extinguished.

The corner of Bran’s mouth slowly rose.

“This is a god.”

Although sorry to Rawiena as expected the Great God was different in class.

The entire city had turned like one giant garden.

The trace her hand brushed past.

The greenery shining receiving the dawn light was more beautiful than any jewel.

“Hiiik! Th-this is all what?!”

“The corpses disappeared···!”

“Bran! Bran! Ao, where did this kid go again?!”

The astonished shouts of the companions were being heard from above.

Truly flustering.

Because a city where vampires would lurk turned into a national park overnight.

Although he himself was also confused, this one thing he could be sure of.

『Unbelievable achievement! You faced the Great God for the first time!』

『Due to spiritual experience Divine Power increases very greatly!』

That the Goddess of the Earth does not dislike him.

The connection longed for from the Black Stone Fortress was finally formed.

Just as reciting a prayer of thanks while gripping the necklace, a golden message rose.

『The Mother of the Earth Danubrian expresses slight interest in you!』