Chapter 137: Phantom Cavalry (1) (1/2)

Chapter 137: Phantom Cavalry (1)

Eight times. That was the number of times I had to shake off the trackers before finding a place to rest. It was a naturally occurring cave. The previous owner seemed to be away.

I checked all the sides and there was an easy path to escape.

I set Oswen down against a wall. It had been three days, but Oswen still hadn’t regained consciousness.

‘I will rest for a bit.’

I was reaching my limits. My body was in a difficult state thanks to the trackers.

A trap was placed at the entrance so that I would know if anyone came. Pebbles, vines and other materials that would make noises if moved were placed.

It was just a basic trap, but it was better than nothing. It could be the subtle difference between life and death. I had managed to survive a few times in my previous life thanks to it.

I closed my eyes.

I immediately fell asleep.

It was the fifth day.

We were no longer being pursued. But I stayed alert.

I scouted around and figured out a little bit of the geography. Once I finished patrolling and returned to the cave, Oswen was twisting his body.

”Kuooh...

Was he feeling pain?

By default, the undead were numb. It wasn’t completely removed but their senses were very dull. It was the same in regards to pain.

“J-Jellim...Jellim...”

Oswen weakly opened his eyes. Then he stretched out a hand towards me.

His body trembled like he was experiencing withdrawal symptoms. In order to maintain their bodies in this world, the undead needed Jellim. But there was none around. It was impossible to obtain any Jellim.

“Southern Commander Oswen. Have you regained your spirit?”

”I...commander of the south...kuaack!”

”His mind is coming and going.”

I watched with one hand on Wrath. Oswen had a seizure before losing consciousness again.

Since then, Oswen woke up several times only to faint again.

However, he wasn’t in a normal state. He was delirious most of the time. Sometimes he was a child, other times the southern commander...he also became the twilight blacksmith.

”The Seven Sins shouldn’t exist in this world. Get rid of them right now!

“Hell Monarch! D-don’t try to control me!”

In this way, Oswen unintentionally showed me a few possibilities.

'Schizophrenia. Or maybe multiple personalities.’

There were a variety of personalities inside Oswen. The ego of the southern commander was the most intense but multiple egos emerged.

The medium that caused it...

‘The gloves.’

Every time the personality changed, the magic power changed as well. It was clear that there was a close relationship.

I couldn’t hold a conversation with them. He repeatedly woke up and then fainted. All the evidence returned to my heart.

There was no time to observe the developments.

The most important thing was to leave the Underground World and determine the situation regarding my dungeons. I was going to become the devil. The master of the Underground World? I had the Heart of the Hell Monarch so I was already the master.

”His arms...two should be enough.”

Six arms.

Three of them were already cut off. It wouldn’t be a problem if one more was gone.

I raised Wrath.

I wanted to see if any changes would happen after getting rid of a gloved arm.

Chwahak!

There was no hesitation. I cut off one arm.

At the same time.

“Kuaaack!”

The stunned Oswen started screaming.

Oswen panicked and rose from his seat. He looked at his arm and breathed roughly for at least five minutes.

”The gloves...are mine!”

The gloves were his top priority. The reaction was far from normal.

Kwarung!

Crazy. He started attacking randomly.

It wasn’t clear which ego was in control. It could be the southern commander or the twilight blacksmith.

There was also a chance it was a new personality.

‘What to do?’

I worried about it for a short moment.

I had no choice. I either had to kill him or knock him out.

My mind was inclined to the former.

Oswen’s gaze was fixed on the fallen arm that was still wearing the glove. It was reasonable to think that the gloves would fall off if the owner was killed.

'It can't be helped.’

I hoped to get some things from the southern commander. It didn’t matter if his words were mixed. I had wanted to find information, but there would be no answers in this state.

I held both Wrath and the Emperor’s Sword.

And at that moment.

His crazy eyes vanished.

”That sword...?”

He noticed it immediately.

The personality in control knew the Emperor’s Sword. The enemy was gone.

‘It is like the time with Maxium.’