I’m the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 132



132 – 0.1 Second Cut

“Cough…”

The old man lowered his gaze and looked down at his chest. A sharp dagger was sticking out of his chest.

Realization!

“Cough!”

As the dagger was pulled out, blood gushed out from the pierced chest. The old man turned around, clutching his chest and staggering.

“What… How…”

The strong rope that tightly bound her body was torn apart like a piece of tissue, and the shackles that restrained her ankles were split in half.

It was a miracle that could only be performed by someone who was treated as a god in the comedic village.

“Phew… I’m glad the opponent let their guard down.”

Pia let out a long breath of relief. If the opponent had been a little more cautious, she wouldn’t have been able to pierce their heart in an instant.

“Kek hehehehe…”

“…!”

Before her thoughts could finish, the old man stood up with an unpleasant laugh. Pia raised the dagger and her eyes trembled.

“How… I definitely pierced the heart!”

The old man chuckled and moved his hand that was covering his chest. Then, smooth skin was revealed as if nothing had happened.

“….!”

“If my heart were here, I would have surely died from that attack just now.”

“What…?”

The old man, who would never have spoken out of turn under normal circumstances, began to unfold a story.

“This place is empty because I dedicated my heart to God. He showed mercy to someone like me and gave me a new heart to live forever!”

“You… made a deal with the devil, didn’t you?”

“The devil? He is the great God!”

The old man had made his heart into a bead, sacrificing the souls of a thousand children. It could be seen as similar to sorcerers walking the path of a lich.

Kugugung!

Magical tentacles began to extend from the old man’s body.

“hehehe, tough meat is not tasty, but… I shall bestow mercy upon you so that you can be with God.”

Engulfed by the magic, the old man emitted a terrifying aura. Pia tightened her grip on the dagger, readying herself.

“There must be a heart somewhere. If I find it…!”

As if reading Pia’s thoughts, the old man spoke in a creepy voice.

“Oh, are you looking for my heart?”

“…!”

“If you’re curious, I can tell you.”

The old man, laughing like a villain who had been hit by a gag filter, kindly explained.

“My heart is inside the dungeon located in the third cell of the underground prison in the temple.”

“Dun…geon?”

“Inside, there were over a hundred traps, a doppelganger that could mimic the enemy’s power twice as much, security magic that even high-level wizards couldn’t break, and ten starving chimeras waiting.”

The old man’s words were no different from saying that he was immortal. Pia felt her body trembling with intense despair. The old man seemed to enjoy Pia’s reaction and let out an even more sinister laugh.

“Heh heh, as long as my heart is there, I will never die!”

As he shouted, a cliche was triggered.

***

Rusty iron bars, moss-covered bricks, and being located underground with no windows – this was the dungeon where the old man’s heart slept, the underground prison of the temple.

“Isn’t this the place?”

Lian scratched his head and pondered.

“They said Pia and the kids disappeared, so I naturally thought they would come to the temple.”

In many cases, pseudo religions often mixed various information into existing religions. Lian thought that Pia’s faith was one of those cases.

Although the existence of Lian was mixed in, the foundation would already be an existing religion. So if Pia disappeared, she would have headed to the temple! …That was Lian’s thought.

“Hmm, then where did they go?”

As if proving Lian’s guess wrong, the prison was completely empty.

“But just in case, I should investigate thoroughly… Huh?”

Just as Lian was about to thoroughly search the inside of the prison, he discovered a door made of bricks, similar in color and difficult to find inside the prison.

“Could it be here?”

Lian approached the door hastily with a bright expression. With a light push, the door opened easily, like a lightweight wooden door.

“Pia? Are you here…? …Whoa!”

As soon as Lian pushed his face forward beyond the newly descending darkness, it felt as if someone had pushed him from behind, causing his body to lurch forward.

Thunk!

“Ouch…”

Because he hadn’t summoned his magic sword, he tumbled heavily to the ground.

As Lian entered the dungeon, the torches attached to the walls in the long corridor started to flicker and ignite.

“Huh? The door disappeared?”

He turned around, but there was only a wall in place. Lian scratched the back of his head and got up from his spot.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but… should I go inside first?”

As a comedic resident with infinite lives, he moved forward without any worries. It had only been five minutes since he started moving inward.

Thud.

“Huh?”

He stepped on a trapdoor on the floor. At the same time, an arrow flew from the wall and deeply pierced Lian’s body.

“Ouch…”

Lian furrowed his brow, feeling as if someone had poked his side. He looked down at the arrow.

“Oh no! There’s a hole in my clothes!”

Since he had discarded several sets of damaged clothes during the journey, each piece of clothing was precious. Lian immediately pulled out the arrow with a “pop!” and pouted.

“If it was going to fly at me, it should have aimed for my face…”

With a grim thought, he held the arrow in his hand and started moving again.

Thud, thud, thud.

“Huh?”

As a comedic resident, he activated all the devices in the corridor.

Clank, clank. Countless holes appeared, just the right size for arrows to shoot out.

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Ssssh! Soaaa!

Just like arrows raining down in a war, the arrows came rushing in.

Thud! Whoosh! Thud!

Countless arrows pierced through Lian’s body or hit the ground, causing him to roll over. After a minute, the arrow storm ceased. Hands with arrows embedded in them pulled out the arrow lodged in his face.

The arrows suddenly fell to the ground, and Lian, wearing tattered rags that could no longer be called clothes, revealed his smooth skin as he cried in distress.

“My clothes… How am I supposed to go home like this?”

He silently muttered to himself as he began picking up the arrows that had fallen to the ground. It was a habit of his to be frugal.

With a handful of arrows in his arms, he stepped inward. How far had he come? A corridor with a much wider width than the path he had walked awaited Lian.

‘…! It’s an uphill path! If I go up there, maybe I can escape to the surface!’

Lian rejoiced inwardly and hurriedly climbed up the uphill path.

Kugugugung…

Then, as if waiting, the ceiling above opened, and massive boulders started falling down like arrows.

“Woww!”

Startled, Lian threw away the arrows he was holding in his arms and ran backward. Just as he was trying to squeeze his body into the narrow corridor.

Kugung…

“Oh no!”

The space between the narrow and wide corridors suddenly blocked by a stone wall.

Kwagwang! Kwoong!

“Heeii…”

Lian became as thin as paper, fluttering and fluttering before falling with a thud on the uphill path. And then, poof! He returned to his original state. However, his clothes were still torn.

“Uh… Could this trap keep going like this?”

Lian staggered from his seat and started moving forward. Despite his grumbling, his progress was like that of a brilliant comedian.

Crunch, thud, thud!

“Ouch!”

That’s how Lian stepped on hundreds of traps that the old man had mentioned. However, none of the traps could catch Lian by the ankle.

Having cleared all the traps in an instant, Lian arrived at a white space covered in a hazy mist. The ceiling was nowhere to be seen, nor were the walls.

The only things visible were the passage Lian had just emerged from and the entrance to a new passage across from it. Lian immediately headed towards the opposite entrance.

Swoosh.

In an instant, the white mist gathered and formed a shape. It created something resembling a pure white mannequin, blocking the path between Lian and the entrance.

“Hmm…”

Lian looked at the mannequin-like figure, which he hadn’t summoned because he didn’t feel the need to draw his summoned sword.

Squeak, squeak.

The figure twisted its body grotesquely, like a body in a car accident, and soon started to transform flexibly like a slime. It grew taller, its shoulders widened, and it began to have human skin. The doppelganger, which copied the opponent’s strength twice as much, faithfully transformed into Lian’s appearance.

Roll, grumble.

Then, the form that was being created diligently as if there was a problem started to distort.

Growl, clatter, roll! Paaah!

The doppelganger, whose form was wildly convulsing, couldn’t withstand the power of the comedy filter and exploded. Lian looked at the doppelganger that disappeared without a trace with a blank face.

“What… was it?”

The strongest doppelganger that the old man proudly described… was just a 0.1-second cut.