I Became God of War’s Youngest Disciple - Chapter 356



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Episode 356

[Let it be known with glory! This is the holy relic exhibition, the pride of Vulcan!]

“… … .”

I stopped breathing for a moment and looked around with wide eyes.

‘Oh my… … .’

The name ‘Treasure House of the Dragon God’ is not at all inadequate.

I saw weapons on display in perfect condition. It felt like I was in a luxurious art exhibition or museum.

Even to a layman like me, the weapons on display were full of things that seemed out of the ordinary, and they were so perfectly maintained that not a speck of dust could be found.

[What do you think?! This super collection, carefully selected and exhibited by the dragon incarnate Vulcanus!]

“Very… excellent.”

[Right? Hahahaha!]

Vulcan burst into a good-natured laugh.

I’ve felt this way before, but when a person works this hard to collect a collection, they feel a surge of desire to show it off to someone.

Archmage Alderson was no exception to such desires, and so was the incarnate dragon Vulcan.

‘It’s beyond amazing, it’s absurd.’

I realized that each and every one of the weapons on display here was at least as valuable as, or even better than, the treasures of even the most powerful families.

While I thought it was great, I also thought that they had really squeezed the dwarves.

Anyway, the Hwasinryong’s holy relics hall was a flawless treasure trove, but…

There is one problem.

‘… It doesn’t suit me at all with Luzard.’

Actually, the reason I came here was to give our lone lizardman warrior, Luzard, a decent weapon.

The Seven Sins Sword and the Yin-Yang Sword just didn’t suit Luzad…

But look at this Vulcan collection.

They were all so dazzling and flashy that they didn’t match up at all with the black-scaled Luzards.

A pearl necklace on a pig’s neck?

Of course, that doesn’t mean that Luzard is a pig.

[Okay! So what are you going to choose?! If you have a hard time choosing, I, Vulcan, will personally recommend you one! How about that one? It’s a weapon called the Thunder Dragon Sword Atem! Lightning strikes every time you swing it!]

“Lightning is okay.”

[Hmm! Sure! Your aptitude is fire? Then the Flame Spear Phalanx would be good! If you inject it with mana, you can create a fire storm!]

“I can already handle fire, so that’s okay too.”

[That’s right! There’s nothing more boring than using powers you can already handle! Then how about an artifact! The Topaz Amulet! Just by wearing it around your neck, you can fully understand the nature of the wind, and depending on how you use it, you can fly in the sky! How about it! Isn’t it awesome?!

“I can already fly.”

[… … .]

Then, the voice that had been burning brightly like boiling lava suddenly became gloomy.

[…is my collection anything but good?]

“That’s not it… … .”

[… Let me be honest. Are you actually laughing at me, thinking that this is the god’s collection? But I couldn’t help it… … . After being confined to the temple for hundreds of years, I didn’t even have a chance to learn about universal standards of beauty… … .]

Vulcan suddenly starts muttering in a low voice.

‘What kind of bipolar disorder are you?’

I was dizzy from the absurdity of the situation, but I spoke quickly because I felt that if I left it alone, I would witness a rare and god-awful sight.

“That’s not true. Due to my circumstances, I have had the opportunity to come into contact with many treasures, but even in my opinion, the items collected by the Hwasinryong are of the highest quality. To be honest, I can only say that I am impressed.”

[… Is that true?]

“Of course. I, Luzard, do not lie.”

… is the setting. For now.

“This place doesn’t just display great items. The most important thing for a collector is maintenance, and all the weapons are perfectly preserved.”

[… … .]

“To think that they could build a treasure trove of this caliber, despite having had no contact with the outside world for hundreds of years… … .”

[… … .]

“As expected of a god, his innate aesthetic sense is truly amazing.”

[… Really? Right? You think so?! Hahahahahaha!]

Vulcan, who was in a good mood for a moment, laughed happily again.

“… … .”

How on earth did the dwarves treat Vulcan that their relationship became so strained?

Even if you only have a little bit of worldly wisdom, it doesn’t seem like it would be that difficult to manipulate this simple god to your liking.

Anyway, I looked around while hiding my nervous expression and paying lip service… … .

In my field of vision, a place where some rather shabby weapons were gathered came into view.

“What is that place?”

[Ugh! You shouldn’t look there… … !]

The moment Vulcan shouted in an urgent voice, a strange will-o’-the-wisps appeared and began to move around as if trying to block my vision.

It’s really annoying how it moves so quickly.

I waved my hand, feeling as if a pesky fly had landed on me.

“Why are you so embarrassed? Wasn’t everything in this treasure vault the best collection carefully selected by Vulcan?”

[That, that’s true, but… …. Kyaak… How should I explain this… … !]

Vulcan’s voice faltered again, and the will-o’-the-wisps began to flicker back and forth.

As I was watching closely, as if the fire represented Vulcanus’ will, Vulcanus’ voice continued.

[… This world! It’s overflowing with beautiful things! And human imagination is nearly infinite, so even if you create a perfect work of art, you can’t create something even more beautiful the next time! But unfortunately, the standards of beauty are bound to change with the passage of time! Only a few selected works of art are not affected by that flow! Now, do you understand this far?]

“Well… that’s right.”

I didn’t really understand, but I didn’t want the story to get long, so I nodded roughly.

[And when you collect a collection! There are times when that happens! Do you run into spatial limitations? Do your standards of beauty change depending on your mood that day? Even in such times, new offerings continue to come in, and so naturally, the new ones, the better ones, are displayed in a place where they are more visible! In other words, the exposure of relatively unattractive offerings is bound to decrease!]

“hmm.”

I spoke at length, as if making an excuse… … .

In short, that’s it.

It means the second-tier group among the collections.

however……

“Hmm… … .”

Somehow I liked the weapons over there better.

At the same time, it was understandable why Vulcan had put these out of sight, as the objects gathered here were rather crude and rough in appearance.

First of all, it is definitely far from the word sophistication. It has a more primitive feel, perhaps?

Armor without any ornaments, blades without even any patterns engraved on them, shields designed with only practical use in mind… … .

[Hey, let’s stop looking here and go back over there! Okay? This Vulcan will recommend the best equipment for you… … .]

Vulcan seemed to be restless for some reason.

At first, like the former Dean, I thought that there might be something of immense value hidden among these weapons… … .

Judging from his attitude, it doesn’t seem like that’s the case, he just thinks the things here lower his prestige.

I ignored Vulcan’s whining and picked up the weapon that caught my eye the most among the second-tier weapons.

“What is this?”

[that…….]

Vulcan paused for a moment and then replied.

[Hmm… …! The name of that sword is Minglonga!]

“Myungryong? Does it mean dragon’s molars?”

[That’s right!]

“Hmm… … .”

It’s a simple name.

The appearance is simple and old.

It really looked like it was made of sharpened fangs, but its simple appearance doesn’t mean its value is low.

It’s a famous story.

The corpse of a dragon is worth billions of dollars.

It is said that not only bones, scales, and teeth, but also the heart, intestines, blood vessels, entrails… and even excrement, all have uses.

‘Ugh.’

When I first heard it, I wondered if it was really that much… … .

I couldn’t help but understand, since I had already made a huge profit by subduing the Sapphire Snake.

The bodies of strong, large creatures are said to be valuable.

“I’ll do this.”

[… Is that true?]

“Isn’t this weapon good?”

[There are no special offerings in my holy relics! But Myungryong-ah doesn’t have any special abilities!]

“Oh. Is that so?”

[However, in terms of sturdiness and anticipation, it is truly the best of all the tributes I have! Even dozens of blacksmiths could not make a scabbard to hold the sword!]

“Hoo… … .”

Does that mean an untamable, unbridled being? Like a wild horse… … .

“I like it.”

[Hmm… …! If you like it, then there’s nothing I can do about it!]

Vulcan quickly shook off his foolishness, and we returned to the altar and touched the sacred fire as if sharpening our blades in flames.

Hwaruk-!

The holy fire suddenly grew in size and was sucked into the blade.

[Hmm… …! Done!]

‘Oh… … .’

The feeling has changed a bit.

Just a moment ago, it was a voice that resonated throughout the entire temple, but now it seemed to be echoing only in my head.

As if it were the voice of a god.

[Okay! Then quickly lead me to those ungrateful bastards!]

“Okay, I understand. But when you go back, could you please put out the fire surrounding the temple?”

No matter how much I resisted the heat, I didn’t want to experience that heat wave twice.

Vulcan replied that he understood what I said, and when I came out of the temple, I could feel a rather cool breeze.

“Phew… … .”

In the meantime, the surroundings became dark.

It seemed like quite some time had passed as I wandered through the mirages, chatted with Vulcan in the temple, and looked around the treasure vault.

Fortunately, it didn’t take long to get back.

In the first place, it wasn’t that far away, as it was a temple that had to be visited frequently.

If it weren’t for the damn heat wave and the mirage, the night wouldn’t have ended like this.

however…….

“… … ?”

When I reached the sandstorm hill, I rubbed my eyes, wondering if I was still seeing a mirage.

Or maybe you were driving in reverse.

It couldn’t be otherwise, because the fire surrounding the temple suddenly appeared.

[What the heck is going on?!]

“… … .”

It wasn’t a panic attack, nor was it a confusion of directions.

I ran forward with my thighs braced.

The situation is as it appears.

Under the dark night sky, [Sandstorm Dune] was a sea of ??fire.

***

Arriving at the sandstorm hill in a hurry, I frowned at the pungent scent of blood.

“…What is this.”

What was lying on the street was the corpse of a dwarf.

[W, how can this be… … . Who on earth, who on earth are my followers… … !]

As Vulcan shouted with a bewildered look on his face, I too felt similar confusion.

The village that was fine when I left suddenly became a sea of ??fire?

‘What’s going on?’

Did the church guys attack in the meantime?

But this dwarf must have been their new trading partner? They only kicked out those who opposed their will… … No. The number of dead people is too high for that.

“…Fuck.”

In the midst of all this, I faced a reality that I had been ignoring.

The scars left on the dwarf’s corpse looked somehow familiar. A technique that completely kills an opponent with a single attack… … A sword technique that has reached the pinnacle of efficiency.

‘Why on earth?’

More than anything else, it raises questions.

With unpleasant dark clouds gathering in my head, I was hurriedly walking, but soon I had no choice but to stop.

It was because of the person who appeared in the alley and blocked me.

“Are you here?”

“… … .”

Ludwig had stopped disguising himself and was looking at me with his original face. The pupils hidden behind his slitted eyes felt like those of a snake today.

I asked slowly for a moment.

“…What on earth is going on?”

“Ah- You don’t have to do that anymore.”

“… … .”

“Well. After you left, we investigated this town on our own. It was a bit shabby.”

“… … .”

“These guys are connected to the religious sect. The dark sect, that is.”

Ludwig chuckled.

“Well, I’m talking like I’m so great, but this time I didn’t do anything. My father did everything. Even if he loses his memories, he’s still an iron-blooded man. His tracking, infiltration, and undercover work are all on a different level.”

Ludwig Badnicker is a master of disguise.

In the carriage, he also gave me a lot of advice on disguise.

Ludwig said.

Never let your guard down or let your guard down.

There is only one case where this is possible.

Only when you can be sure there are no witnesses.

then…….

“By the way, what’s that in your hand? That’s a weapon I’ve never seen before. It suits you quite well. I wonder how you got into the temple-.”

“Are you trying to kill them all?”

Ludwig shrugged.

“The whole village is in league with the cult? This place almost became a weapons factory for the cult. A cultist wearing a dwarf craftsman’s weapon… … . Wow. This is horrible.”

“There might be people who don’t know anything.”

“That may be so. But it is the Lord’s decision. We must follow it.”

I burst out laughing.

We’re not communicating.

“Get out of the way.”

“why.”

“Because I have to stop my father.”

“So why?”

“If your family is doing something crazy, you have to stop them… no.”

Shit. Do I have to explain all this stuff one by one?

I almost swore at him for a moment, but I barely held it back. I think I was able to hold it back because I looked like a loser.

I just passed Ludwig.

At that moment, a dagger was stuck in front of me.

“Luan Badnicker- Sogaju.”

widely.

Ludwig appeared in front of me again and spoke with a smiling face.

“Do you have any complaints about your master’s event?”

At those words, I made a blank expression and then burst into laughter.

Ah- yeah.

That’s how it will turn out.

Well then, I have a lot to say too.

“Brother Ludwig… … .”

“… … .”

“Still, I guess you grew up pretty well in this shitty household.”

“what?”

I continued speaking as Ludwig looked at me with a blank expression.

“You’ve grown up so well in this shitty bloodline. Is it because you’re of the same clan as me?”

“… … .”

“It has both ‘manners’ and ‘ethics’, and it even has ‘concepts’. It’s really cool. I admit it. But… … .”

“… … .”

“Unfortunately, the most important thing for people is lacking.”

“What is that?”

“morality.”

I said, stepping forward with my left foot.

“I’ll say this for the last time. Get out of there. Before I get hit.”