It was arguably the biggest pinch in Krus Argen's hunter career.

A far superior treasure house that made him nauseous just from the density of its mana and materials. He didn't have his familiar wand (it was difficult to hold two, and he hadn't expected this to happen in the first place), and the painted rules didn't even allow him to formulate his magic properly. He was in desperate straits.

Krus is a mage. He's not bad at moving his body, but he can't fight without magic.
We'll be slowed down if we don't. If an enemy were to appear, he wouldn't be able to guard it well. It seems to me that we are doomed when we are surrounded by the Temple of Treasures in the first place.

The emperor's authority would be useless in the treasure house. At this point, the only one they could rely on was the Yowaningen, who seemed to know about the Treasure Hall.

However, he could not just be protected. I have my pride as a spirit person.
No, it's fine to be protected, but I can't stand to be dragged down.

I clench my trembling hands. I don't know what to do. There's nothing Crus can do without magic. Not even a weapon. He can think, but even that's far from wizardry.

Then, he remembered Therum's move earlier.

Unable to activate his offensive magic, he immediately switched to strengthening his physical abilities.

He hurriedly cast a spell. It was not an attack spell, but a physical enhancement spell. It is a rudimentary spell that converts the energy of magic into power.
The magic power circulates in my body and my core becomes hot. Your trembling subsides and your strength pours up.

I see. The rules of the Treasure House don't apply to the inside of the body.
No mage in their right mind would dive into a treasure house where magic cannot be used, but I've heard of such a story.
The rules of the treasure house, which are rewritten with mana material, can be rewritten with mana material as well.

I can fight this. The unusual manipulation of magic causes a little pain in my body, but it's much better than when I manipulated magic while eating Amuzu Nuts. The training I've been doing recently is bearing fruit.
The aptitude of spirit people for magic is extreme. The amount of magic power they have is far greater than that of humans. Although it won't last long, the current physical abilities of Crus should be comparable to those of a close combatant.

Of course, I don't feel as if I can defeat the illusions in this treasure house...

Yoaningen, completely unconcerned with the natural fear that Kryss held, stepped out of the room into the space that had been filled in and transformed by the treasure house.

It would be suicide to go there alone. Although he had won earlier, Crus could clearly see the difference in rank between the Phantom and the Yowaningen.
He didn't think it would be enough to decide the game, but the strength of the mana material was too different. A dragon and an ant. If we're going to get through this emergency, we'd better work together.


''Huh?


Just as he was about to follow, Krus' eyes widened in realization.

A blond-haired, fox-faced apparition had appeared at Yowaningen's feet.
Moreover, the power he could feel in his body was far greater than that of the apparition that had just appeared. The seemingly slender body contained a vast amount of mana material that made the illusions that Crus had fought up until now seem like mere illusions. You'll be able to find a lot more than just a few of them in the market.

Using the Round World as a walking stick, he scolded his trembling legs and moved forward. If he stopped, he would never be able to stand up again. It was better to move forward than to show such a disgraceful appearance.

There was no time to think about the Emperor's guards. At this point, it didn't matter if Krus was here or not. Then it would be better to go with Jowaningen and try to resolve the situation together.

Says the phantom.


'I want fried tofu. Give me fried tofu or I'll attack.


It sounds like a joke. But the treasure in his hand shows that the words mean exactly what they say, unlike before.

Deep-frying - I don't know why deep-frying, but I don't have it.

But, thinks Crus. It's not surprising that the Yeowanlingen have them.
It was the Yeowaningens who loaded the food. A Yowaningen who knows this treasure house would surely...


Yowaningen looked at the apparition at his feet in silence for a moment, but then he quickly smiled half-heartedly.


'Sorry, I don't have it this time.

'? You've got to be kidding me.

That's it! By the time he was about to shout that, it was already over.

A gust of wind blew. Shock and pain shot through his entire body, causing him to moan. It was then that he finally realized that he had been slammed into the wall.
However, although his body creaked, the damage was not serious because he had been strengthened by magic. He coughed and struggled to regain his position with his staff.

It's just the aftermath of what happened to Crus. The fox-face's slender arm had definitely been swung down at Yowaningen.
It wasn't magic. It was just a swing of the arm.
The illusions created by the high concentration of mana material sometimes displayed monstrous abilities that could tear apart a well-trained hunter with a mere graze.

When he looked up, what he saw was a Yowaningen that hadn't changed at all from before, and a fox mask that had fallen down.


'?


That's impossible. The last thing Crus saw was the fox mask's attack. If it was just that it didn't work, it was impossible for the fox mask to fall down.
A streak of blood flowed from the gap between the lips that were not covered by the mask. Vermilion spreads across the loose white kimono. The body, which is made up of a vast amount of mana material, gives a small spasm. An outstretched arm. Its fingertips tremble helplessly.


What did you do? What did you do, sir?

'No, I didn't do anything. ......'


Yowaningen says confusedly. There's not a drop of blood on his hand.
It is said that the modus operandi of the "Thousand Transformations" is shrouded in mystery. But the scene in front of me is not on that level.

It should have happened right in front of my eyes, but I don't understand it.

'Or, don't hide it, sir.

'What? No, I'm not hiding anything. ......'



Yowaningen was serious. There was no lie in his expression.

At that moment, Krus Argen understood.
Yowaningen is not hiding it. He's not hiding it and no one can understand. Just as the skills of a good mage are completely incomprehensible to a new mage.

I don't know how serious he is. But it's strong. So strong you can't tell the difference.

'Yowaningen, I have a lot of questions to ask you, but I'll only confirm one thing! Can you defeat the boss of this treasure hall?

'............ No, I can't.'

Yowaningen knelt down and touched the twitching foxface apparition. Then he said with his usual wobbly expression.








I don't know what's going on. Krus said a lot of things, but I couldn't answer because I didn't understand either.

The phantom collapsed on its own and coughed up blood. That's what happens when you explain what happened to me. The warding finger hasn't diminished.

The phantoms in this treasure house are strong and wise. To give you an idea of how strong it is, the last time I encountered it, it was so strong that my childhood friends couldn't even touch it.
Even if I were to strike a blow at a defenseless place, I would not be able to get even a scratch on it. There is a difference in rank of existence.

For the time being, I crouched down near the convulsing apparition.

It seems to be completely out of combat. It's not dead yet, but it can't seem to move a finger.

The fox's face tilted slightly and it looked up at me.

That's when I noticed that the apparition in front of me looked familiar.

This apparition was the one I had met the last time I had come here.
He was a bit smaller then, and his request was 'give me something good to eat or I'll attack you', but there was no mistaking this hair color and hair style.

At that time, I gave him some fried tofu (or rather, inari-zushi lunch box) that I happened to have with me. I had bought it in the town where I stayed just before, but apparently ...... he liked it very much.
I had expected that he would ask for two or three more, but - oh, I see.



'Maybe you forgot your promise?


I did. Yes, I did. I'm sure I said it then. I made a promise.

In exchange for a refill, you would never attack me or my people again.
And this phantom swallowed it. The phantom of the Inn of the Lost said that it would not lie, and it did.

The fingertips, which were thrown limp to the ground, twitched as if in response to my words.

'.................. Is this what you do everyday?

If you lie, you fall. It's a difficult illusion.

But you should be grateful.
At any rate, it won't kill you. There's no way to defeat it, but it's better not to kill it because if you do, the others might hate you.

God's arrogance and insolence. A violent exchange of equals.
This treasure house is a mirror, said a vision I once met in this treasure house.
You get what you ask for, but you have to give what you ask for in return.

That's how I survived.

'Oh well, let's see what I can do.

I'm growing, too. I'm much more skilled on my knees now than I was then.
There's no one better than me at apologizing and getting people to forgive.

I smile comfortably, and Chrysus shouts out in an absurd voice.

'Yo, yo, ningen!

'What ......?


I come to my senses. Before I knew it, we were surrounded by countless fox masks as far as the eye could see.
I stand up. There were countless fox masks stuck to the walls and ceiling, not to mention the hallway. There were more than a hundred of them.

I guess we're lucky there are no eye holes and we don't see eye to eye.

The door we'd come out of was gone. There was no way out.
A very pale Crus stumbles over and presses his back against mine, as if he wants me to put my back into it.


I sighed a small sigh and chuckled in comfort.



............ I'm stuck. There were so many of them. .......





The wave of illusion breaks. In the event that you have any questions regarding where and how to use the site, you can call us at the web site.
He must be the representative. He seems to be more powerful than the others, but I can't tell the difference because everyone else is right when it comes to reading power.

The fox mask glides up to me without making a sound.
The fox mask glides up to me without a sound of footsteps, and Chrysus clings to my back. A voice spoke plainly to him. The words were fluent.

'Welcome to our inn, it's been a long time since we've had guests. There's no need to be afraid. They're just curious about someone they haven't seen in a while. We'll keep you safe.'



And his mouth broke into a sarcastic smile.



'In exchange, I'll take what's most precious to you.