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Chapter 47: Tomb of Death ⑥ – Rest in Peace.

I was emotionally and mentally exhausted, so we decided to take a short break.

During that time, I got to hear more about what had happened. First of all, it turns out we were inside a stone coffin. Or rather, a part of it.

Apparently, when they entered through a crack, there was nothing inside.

I defeated that Saturnus. But Saturnus wasn’t just one creature.

There were several deeper inside, and they kept appearing one after another.

Agaro defeated two of them, and the witch took down one.

Meanwhile, Juicy carried me.

Everyone was so focused on helping me that we don’t know what happened to Coon Hunt’s hired fighters.

However, when Agaro checked, there were no corpses that looked like them.

They probably escaped safely. I want to believe that.

Also, the Saturnus I defeated was carrying a treasure chest.

Inside was that triangular prism.

It was silver. If the colors differ, then there must be multiple versions of it. Ugh, I haven’t been collecting them.

Not that I want to. In fact, the witch has never once mentioned collecting them.

And knowing the witch’s personality, she probably doesn’t plan to collect them anyway.

I don’t like it either—having to gather things like keys. I really don’t.

But the witch looks satisfied.

“This should be enough.”

With two triangular prisms in her hands, she grinned wickedly.

What is “enough”? It worries me.

Speaking of worries, there was one unfortunate thing.

The Elixir Knife had broken. I repeat, the Elixir Knife had broken.

The Elixir Knife I had been gripping tightly barely had a blade left.

It wasn’t snapped cleanly in two—it was broken diagonally near the base, with most of the blade gone.

Even seeing it, I couldn’t believe it. I never thought it could break.

The Elixir Knife was coated in elixir—the highest-grade legendary spirit medicine.

So I’d just assumed it couldn’t possibly break. I believed that.

But no, it breaks. Of course it breaks. It’s a knife, after all.

You shouldn’t be overconfident. It can break.

Then I suddenly recalled the moment I used Silent Move.

In the depths of my consciousness, I remembered hearing something snap.

That must have been the Elixir Knife.

It had to be. I’m sure of it.

“………………”

I quietly placed the broken Elixir Knife into the empty stone coffin.

For some reason, I felt glad this was a tomb.

Elixir Knife… Rest in peace.

The break ended, and we left the stone coffin to continue exploring the Giant’s Tomb.

Along the way, we fought remnants of Yomido’s followers and more Saturnuses—this time working together to take them down.

We also encountered a necromancer with a three-eyed black dog, and fought other tomb guardians.

We even saw a floating woman. Was she the one from the passage? No way… terrifying.

Eventually, we reached the back of the Giant’s Tomb.

It was the Tomb of the Death King.

A particularly large, pure-white stone coffin stood there.

It was the only coffin with an emblem carved into its surface.

A sinister emblem of a skull with eight eyes and demonic horns.

In the center of the coffin lid, eight pedestals were arranged in an octagonal shape around the emblem.

Each pedestal had a triangular indentation—clearly meant for triangular prisms.

We stood at the center of the emblem. There was no mistaking it.

“Hey. We’ve only got two.”

“Um, um, that’s not enough…”

“Witch. What are we supposed to do?”

We looked at the witch.

First, the witch inserted the triangular prisms she had into the pedestals.

Obviously, with only two, it wasn’t enough, so nothing happened. She turned back to us.

“Now, now. Agaro should know. Sometimes dungeons have setups like this.”

“Yeah, they do. They’re always such a pain.”

“Exactly. Now, why are these mechanisms triggered by collecting things? The answer lies in synchronization. And the two main conditions for synchronization are: wavelength and weight.”

We all tilted our heads in confusion. Even Daga tilted his head.

Agaro took a swig from his gourd flask.

“Okay then, let’s start with the easier one—weight. If the weights match the set condition, the mechanism activates.”

“Ah, so everything has to weigh the same for it to work?”

Agaro said, unsure of himself.

“Yes, exactly right!”

“Seriously?”

“Wow, Agaro, you’re amazing!”

“Heh, well…”

“So is this mechanism based on weight?”

I asked, and the witch grinned mischievously.

“Yes, yes. It’s based on weight, too.”

“Too?”

“Woof!”

“Na?”

“Huh?”

We all tilted our heads again.

Agaro took another swig. He sure drinks a lot.

“Now, now. The next part is wavelength. Like weight, if the wavelength matches, the mechanism activates. Wavelength refers to wave motion. To put it simply, things like sound or shockwaves—the cyclical length of those frequencies—is what we call wavelength.”

“……?”

“Huh? Huhh?”

“Woof.”

“Na?”

We all tilted our heads again, even Agaro.

Actually, I kinda remembered this from my previous life.

But the witch’s poor explanation made me tilt my head anyway.

“In any case, these mechanisms activate when certain conditions match. So if we understand that, we can trigger it.”

“I see.”

“Okay, but what do we do now?”

“Well, well. First, we put these into each indentation.”

As she said that, the witch placed some small, round black objects into each pedestal.

What are those? They look squishy.

Like coffee jelly. Actually, I think I’ve seen them somewhere before…

“So what now?”

“Tsk, tsk. No rushing. We wait.”

“Um, um, what are these things?”

“Yes, yes. These are slimes.”

“Slimes?”

Suddenly, I remembered—the color matches that of the Cursed Slimes.

But… there are no curse symbols on them.

“Um, um, um, witch, is this perhaps… a piece of cursed slime meat?”

“Yes, yes, that’s right.”

“You picked that up back then?”

“Um, um, um, it’s a slime?”

“Uh, um, why are you putting those slime fragments in?”

Then, the black, jiggly slime placed into the indentation began to stretch into a triangle.

It became a black triangular prism. This is—!?

“Waah! Um, um, it changed!”

“Ooh!”

“Na!?”

“Yes, yes. You see, slimes are amorphous and have an interesting property. If you put them into a mold, they’ll take that exact shape. And if you preset the weight and wavelength—”

At that moment—

That eerie crest began to shine in a blue-green light, and our forms vanished.

So this is what happens.

Apparently, it was a teleportation circle.

When the blue-green light faded, we found ourselves in an unknown place.

“So this is the deepest level…”

Agaro murmured.

Juicy looked flustered, the witch watched with interest, and I took in the scene.

The ceiling and the ground were the same jagged rock surface, so it was clear we were in a cave.

But the space between the floor and ceiling was incredibly tall.

The area was vast and oddly bright, though beyond a certain point, the distance was swallowed in darkness.

A strange space. All over the ground lay broken swords, shattered axes, snapped spears—countless weapons.

Destroyed armor, cracked helmets, rusted gauntlets were scattered about too.

Many other things lay strewn about as well—everywhere the eye could see.

“Um, um, um, what are all these?”

“Hmm, hmm. It looks like the aftermath of a battle.”

“Uh, wan. A battle…”

“…The remains of a battlefield?”

To me, it felt like a trash heap had been overturned in a junkyard.

Suddenly, the witch bent down and picked something up from the ground.

“Hmm-hmm. Hm-hmm. Hmm. I see now.”

What she picked up looked like a tag. It was badly scorched. She casually tossed it away.

“What was that?”

“Yes, yes. I figured out what this place is.”

“Um, um, um, what was that, Witch?”

“That, that was just a military identification tag.”

So it was a tag.

“And what about it?”

“Waah!”

“Na?”

“Yes, yes. I recognized it from some old records. That tag is a pretty old model. It belonged to soldiers who participated in a large-scale subjugation battle. It seems this is the battlefield of such a war.”

A battlefield from a large-scale subjugation battle— I looked around and saw a red light flicker briefly in the dark.

What was that?

“Um, um, um, there’s a red light straight ahead.”

“Yeah, I saw it too.”

“Oh my, oh my, it seems the endpoint lies there.”

We started walking toward the red light. No enemies appeared.

Only the remains of battle lay silently around us.

“Um, um, um, this is kind of creepy and scary…”

“It’s even creepier because there’s no enemies.”

“Yes, yes. It’s the calm before the storm.”

“……”

At the source of the red light, there was a graveyard.

White flowers bloomed all over.

The petals danced and scattered in the wind. It was beautiful, but—

“……”

Ah, ash flowers. They bring back memories.

Among the white flowers were many simple graves arranged along the hill, and there was a church.

I couldn’t help but shout:

“That church from the forest!?”

Yes, it was the same church from the abandoned village beyond the bridge in that forest.

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