Without even sparing them a glance, she turned and left.
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The events happening over there were, of course, unknown to Fron.
He was now proceeding deeper along the secret passage. His powerful mental strength granted him terrifying memory and calculation abilities.
Relying on unparalleled insight and bodily feedback, every section of the map, from the moment he entered the artificial dungeon until now, was clearly engraved in his mind.
"Comparing it to the dungeon, my current position should be… around the third level. After descending those stairs ahead, I'll reach the fourth layer."
Smiling indifferently, Fron stepped down the stairs.
"..." Unlike the previous three levels, as soon as he entered the fourth layer, he found himself in a vast chamber, almost identical to the place where Valletta had appeared before.
The walls bore tiny cracks, traces of erosion by time, and even scratches left by friction.
No explanation was needed. According to the map formed in his mind, this room beneath his feet was a cargo relay station.
"Clatter..."
Disordered footsteps echoed from the passage ahead. Fron narrowed his eyes slightly; his lips curved into a confident smile.
From the passage poured a group of humans, all wearing black hooded cloaks and expressionless faces. Their identical attire and similar aura instantly gave away that they belonged to the same organization.
"Hehehe, welcome to the fourth layer of the artificial dungeon Knossos, Lord Fron Argon, the Night Weaver."
A god with purple hair, dressed in something resembling the vestments of a dark church bishop, stood smiling behind the group, gazing at Fron as if appraising a rare treasure.
A god personally taking the field was something Fron hadn't expected, but he didn't panic.
"So, you're one of the masterminds behind the Evilus, right? And the people call gods like you 'evil gods,', huh?"
Noticing that Fron remained utterly calm and unshaken, even when facing such his intimidating presence, the god was genuinely surprised.
"Heh, as expected, you're an excellent child, just like the Sword Princess."
"Then I'll introduce myself properly. I am the God of Death, Thanatos. Just a boring workaholic up in the heavens."
Fron's lips curled in disdain; his eyes were filled with contempt.
"A workaholic? Makes sense. During the ancient era when monsters ran rampant, so many people died that your 'death god' job must've been quite busy. But now, in this age of gods, you're unemployed, must be frustrating, huh?"
"...?" Thanatos froze for a second, then his face lit up with delight.
"Didn't think there were mortals who could understand my troubles! Yes, ever since the heroes and spirits drove the monsters back into the dungeon and the divine era descended, my days in the heavens have been getting worse, so boring. Well, never mind… as a human, you wouldn't understand."
"For us gods, who possess eternal life, boredom is the greatest torment! It's a pain you could never comprehend!"
Watching the god's exaggerated speech, Fron's eyes were filled with scorn.
"As I thought, our values don't align."
"Hehehe, I understand from your tone now. As expected, children of the Loki Familia are all the same, you and the Sword Princess alike. Since I can't recruit you… in order to fulfill my goal and avoid future trouble, I can only say, sorry!"
Thanatos waved cheerfully at Fron, and then,
Bang!
Behind Fron, and in front of Thanatos, two massive metal gates slammed down, trapping them in the vast hall. The only ones remaining were Fron and the silent, masked enemies before him.
"-----"
Without a word, without a command, the cloaked figures moved like silent machines, instantly surrounding Fron before launching their assault!
"Short swords?"
Effortlessly sidestepping the enemy's frontal attack, Fron's keen dynamic vision captured the type of weapon they wielded.
Then, after a quick glance, he realized their weapons and attire were all standardized, and with the experience of both a item-maker and a blacksmith, he instantly discerned the essence of those weapons.
"Cursed? Magic tools? Does Thanatos's familia include curse users?"
Of course, it must be Barca. He possessed the Mystery development ability, so making cursed tools wasn't unexpected. However… mass-producing them? That's a bit much, isn't it? Does he have nothing better to do?
All those thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.
In the next moment, surrounded by countless enemies, Fron became like a dancing king, his body moving with extreme precision and speed, weaving through the foes effortlessly.
...
This battle was being closely monitored by the Evilus.
Thanatos, who had already returned to the "command hall" through a secret passage, showed no anger from being mocked by Fron.
Instead, he smiled as he looked at the gloomy-faced Barca, watching the projection of Fron fighting alone against hundreds.
"This is your strategy? Using sheer numbers and mercenary killers to overwhelm him?"
"That one said it himself, so long as we complete the mission, sacrifices are acceptable. And besides… who said our goal was to kill the Night Weaver? With your cursed tools, as long as we can injure him as much as possible, we've already won."
Those purple eyes narrowed, a sly grin spreading across the god's face.
Unfortunately, with how little information they actually had, even though they knew of the Night Weaver's fame and strength, they had no idea what techniques he truly possessed.
In truth, although the Creatures and the Evilus were technically allies, there was no real trust between them, and little communication. If not for Enyo acting as an intermediary based on mutual interest, they might well have been enemies.
...
"Click-click-click, impressive! As expected of the great bodyguard, you even brought down Finn so easily! Hahaha! His shocked face was priceless!"
The red-haired woman who had dealt a serious blow to Finn was none other than the Creature, Revis.
Expressionless, she turned back toward the tunnel, forming a stark contrast with the laughing Valletta.
"Here's a piece of advice, the most dangerous one… is Ar-"
While speaking, ignoring Valletta's dark expression, Revis followed the resonance within her bloodline, heading toward where she was meant to be.
"Aria, I've sense you. Wait for me."