The Game Difficulty
Is Crazy
Looking at the purple-eyed young man who appeared before him, Glen bit his lips.
‘No way… a Farseer actually followed me.’
A Farseer.
Only seven existed within the cult. They were the highest-ranking priests who had directly formed a contract with the god Kalungoed together with the Cult Leader.
No matter how strong a diocesan head or an ordinary priest was, they could not even reach the end of the 5-star realm. In contrast, Farseers were those who had directly contracted with the god of the cult.
‘Even the weakest Farseer easily surpasses the 6-star realm.’
The saying that just those seven people alone could turn an entire territory into ruins was not an exaggeration.
But why was a Farseer, a top-ranking priest of the Black Cult, appearing in front of Glen at the Haven Monastery in broad daylight?
‘What else could it be? Retaliation for destroying a diocese.’
Just two days ago, Glen had wiped out one of the Black Cult’s dioceses located in the Haven Mine.
Fanatics crazed over religion would never stay quiet after losing one of their dioceses.
‘The strange part is that they somehow knew it was me and came looking.’
At the Haven Mine, Glen had not left behind a single survivor. Afterward, he even sent the Canary Knights to clean up the site.
Even if the Black Cult wanted revenge, they were supposed to be unable to identify their target. That had been Glen’s original plan.
‘But if that guy comes personally, everything changes.’
“Cornello….”
Glen sharpened his gaze as he looked at the purple-eyed young man.
At Glen calling his name, the young man slowly tilted his head.
“Hm? How do you know my name?”
“You think I only know your name?”
Farseer Cornello.
One of the highest-ranking priests of the Black Cult, and a necromancer who could summon the souls of the dead and raise corpses.
With Cornello’s ability to call forth the souls of the dead, it would have been easy for him to learn that the one who annihilated the diocese was Glen.
‘The real problem is why a guy who should be operating on the opposite side of the Papal Holy State is here….’
Even knowing Cornello’s existence and abilities, Glen had still touched the Black Cult’s diocese for one clear reason.
He was confident he would not leave any trail for the Black Cult to follow.
‘Cornello’s territory should be at least a month away by carriage from Haven.’
Yet the Cornello who should have been far away was standing right here.
Glen quickly accepted reality and decided to think about what mattered more.
“Well, the name doesn’t matter. What matters is that you destroyed our holy sanctuary.”
“Still, isn’t it a bit much to come all the way to a monastery in the middle of the day?”
“It doesn’t matter. This place is quite far from the city. And more importantly….”
A chilling light flowed through Cornello’s purple eyes.
“Your cult took our temple, so we must take yours in return.”
A strange glint passed through Glen’s eyes.
‘So that’s why I felt something off about the monastery chapel….’
It seemed the priests who had been in the monastery had all been killed by Cornello.
“Isn’t this a bit reckless just to kill me? You never know where the Inquisitors might be active.”
“Don’t worry about that. Unlike the foolish followers of the Minis faith, I do not act based on emotion.”
In other words, he already had a way to erase Glen and disappear afterward.
And Cornello’s confidence was not empty bravado.
Even though the Papal Holy State was making national-level efforts to eradicate the Black Cult, they were notoriously hard to catch.
If it was a Farseer—an unknown top executive whose name and face were hidden—it would be even harder to track him down.
“As long as you disappear, I won’t be leaving any trail for the Inquisitors to follow. So relax, and allow yourself to be guided by my hand.”
Cornello raised the corner of his mouth and took a glass vial out from inside his robe.
Glen let out a deep breath.
“Phew.”
‘If I try to run half-heartedly against the Black Cult, I’ll only end up revealing my existence to them.’
Once Glen became known to the Black Cult, they would attempt revenge against him at every opportunity.
In the end, the only way to resolve this situation was to fight Cornello and win.
‘If I deal with this guy—the final witness—I won’t draw the Black Cult’s attention.’
Of course, there was a possibility Cornello had companions, but Glen boldly dismissed it.
A Farseer of the Black Cult never traveled with anyone. They always acted alone, carrying out the Cult Leader’s orders.
‘In other words, I just need to deal with Cornello.’
Firming his resolve, Glen took a sword out of his inventory and gripped it.
“Are you really planning to fight me?”
“Tearing apart the Black Cult is what I enjoy most.”
“Well… do as you like. It’ll just be a waste of time.”
Cornello threw the glass vial.
Clink—
With a clear sound, the vial shattered, scattering chunks of flesh and blood across the ground.
Cornello immediately stretched out his hand toward them and muttered something.
Dark crimson particles flowed out from his sleeves and wrapped around the bones and flesh scattered on the ground.
Crunch, crack—
The blood and flesh swelled, then fused together with grotesque sounds.
“Grrrweee….”
Bulky arms and sharp claws.
A grotesque creature, roughly humanoid, let out a growl as it looked at Glen.
Cornello’s unique latent ability—shaping a false body at will and breathing a soul into it to create a servant.
The Sculptor’s ability.
Although only one had been created, its combat power was on the same level as its caster, Cornello.
And according to the original story, Cornello’s level was somewhere between 6-star and 7-star.
‘The weakest among the seven Farseers.’
At first glance, it seemed like Glen had to fight two enemies above the 6-star level, but while controlling the flesh puppet, Cornello himself could not fight.
‘So it’s manageable.’
A cold chill passed through Glen’s ash-gray eyes.
The four rings of stars began rotating at once, filling his entire body with vitality.
“Now then. With this blessing-like power bestowed by the god Kalungoed, I shall divide your bones and flesh—”
“Stop chirping like a sparrow and come at me.”
Cornello’s brow twitched sharply.
“…If you truly wish to die.”
“KRAAAAH!”
Cornello’s flesh puppet let out a shriek and kicked off the ground.
The distance closed in an instant.
At the same time, it swung its arm.
Claaang—!
Sword and claw collided at a single point.
A contest of strength followed.
Kugugung—!
The ground beneath them caved in.
The one with the advantage was the grotesque creature.
Under its overwhelming strength, sword and claw were slowly pushed toward Glen.
Grrrk—
