The Game Difficulty
Is Crazy
As stated in the item description obtained after killing the Queen of Proliferation,
the Queen of Proliferation is a powerful monster that handles 6-star demonic energy.
Even though Glenn’s combat power, when using up to the gray ring, reached somewhere between 6-star and 7-star,
that still was not enough to kill her with a single strike.
So then, why did the Queen of Proliferation die from Glenn’s one attack?
‘Because she was weakened.’
The red magic circle and the chains that bound the Queen of Proliferation.
That was the reason.
Looking down at the huge red magic circle that was slowly losing its light, Glenn’s eyes gleamed.
“Restriction magic circle of Huginn.”
It was a magic circle that sealed the target’s movement and limited the abilities they could use.
The one who drew it seemed to be using the Queen of Proliferation as a tool to mass-produce monsters while keeping her restrained.
Then why?
‘To kidnap workers.’
Every week, workers were kidnapped by monsters.
The number was always evenly two.
“Really strange, isn’t it.”
If monsters had crossed the restricted zone and appeared in the tunnels to kidnap workers, such an even number could never happen.
In other words, the monsters were just a smokescreen.
The ones kidnapping two workers every week were not the monsters, but the person who drew this magic circle.
And that hypothesis was correct.
If asked why he was so certain—
‘Because that’s how it is in the original story.’
There was no need to deduce anything in the first place.
From the moment Glenn decided to come to the Haven Mine, his true target was never the monsters, but those who used monsters to kidnap people.
‘About three minutes left on the gray ring. It’ll end before I arrive.’
By the time he reached the real kidnappers, he would likely be unable to use either holy power or demonic energy.
But Glenn didn’t care.
“Even without them, it’s enough.”
There was no need to use a butcher’s knife to kill a chicken.
Glenn jumped over the Queen of Proliferation’s corpse and walked toward the deep darkness beyond it.
After walking for some time,
Glenn discovered an old iron door installed at the end of the cave.
Seeing the grotesquely shaped statue placed beside the door, he snapped his fingers.
“Bingo.”
Whether Haven was destroyed or not,
the deepest part of the Haven Mine’s restricted zone was extremely similar to the original story.
That meant the scenery beyond this iron door would also closely match what Glenn remembered.
‘Then there’s nothing to hesitate about.’
Without a shred of hesitation, Glenn pushed the iron door and stepped inside.
The old iron door slid inward.
Grrrrk—
Along with the unpleasant sound of rusted metal, Glenn stepped forward.
When he saw the scene beyond, he frowned.
Purple flames flickered eerily in the candle holders hanging on the walls.
Thanks to that, the interior beyond the door looked gloomy and grotesque.
Long benches placed at regular intervals.
A dark red carpet stretching down the center.
At the end stood a black altar and a statue shaped like a demon.
It was a chapel.
Though the atmosphere was completely different from that of the Minnis Church, this place was unmistakably a chapel.
“Looks even more disgusting in person.”
Just from the atmosphere, it was clear that the owner of this chapel was a being any human would avoid.
Step— step—
In the chilling air,
Glenn advanced deeper into the chapel with cold eyes.
On the black altar lay a white cloth stained with blood, and the grotesque statue of the god atop it was still smeared with fresh blood.
“The ritual was done not long ago.”
Glenn muttered while touching the blood on the statue.
The owner of that blood was obviously one of the kidnapped workers.
The chill in Glenn’s eyes deepened.
Creeeak—
A door on the side of the chapel opened, and two people wearing dark red robes stepped inside.
“……?”
Their gazes turned toward Glenn, who was standing beside the altar.
“Who—”
“Wait, brother. That armor! It’s what the Minnis Church knights wear.”
Wariness filled the eyes faintly visible beneath the robes.
“Nice to meet you. Long time no see.”
Glenn lifted the corner of his mouth like a beast.
“You Black Cult human trash.”
The Black Cult was a group of fanatics who, despite being human, hated both humans and the Minnis Church, and worshiped the god Kalungod.
Their actions were so inhumane that they were despised not only by humans, but even by demonkind.
‘Not just humans and demons—players cursed them nonstop too.’
That was how unforgivable the Black Cult’s atrocities were.
When worshiping their god, they routinely dismembered living humans and offered them as sacrifices.
They even kidnapped children without hesitation, claiming their god was more pleased the younger the sacrifice was.
If left alone, they would later summon mutated demons under the pretense of calling down a divine messenger.
It was no exaggeration to call them pure evil whose existence benefited no one.
In short, Glenn had come here to eliminate future trouble at the root.
‘If I let these bastards operate freely, I’ll suffer like hell in the later stages.’
Killing intent settled in Glenn’s eyes.
The two Black Cultists flinched and stepped back.
“Have we been discovered by the Minnis Church!”
“I don’t know. But—”
The slender man pulled out a wavy-bladed dagger from his robe and held it in a reverse grip.
“It means that impure matter has entered the holy temple of the great god Kalungod.”
“God Kalungod, huh…”
Watching their reaction silently, Glenn snorted.
“You worship that despicable sexual criminal as a god? What a joke.”
“……! How dare you insult our god!!”
“Brother! I’ll join you!”
The man rushed at Glenn.
At the same time, the one behind him pulled out a small staff.
The eyes of the staff-wielding man turned black all the way to the whites,
