Noan fumbled for a long while before finally accepting that he was the only one who had entered the Crypt.
He sighed deeply, feeling fortunate that the Abyss Cube was still by his side. Without it, he truly had no idea how he would be able to fight.
Noan walked along the stone path, moving forward. Every step he took was accompanied by a glowing spot emitting a blood-red light, illuminating a short distance ahead.
He didn’t know how long he had been walking, but he had the strange sensation of still standing in the same place.
Turning back, he saw only darkness, devoid of anything else.
Each time he passed one of the blood-red glowing spots, it would vanish immediately, giving him the illusion that he hadn’t made any progress.
Noan frowned and raised his hand. The Abyss Cube instantly transformed into a torch, its flame fueled by his magical energy.
The torch burned, but strangely, its light could not illuminate the surroundings.
Finding this extremely bizarre, Noan launched a small fireball from the torch behind him.
Whoosh!
The fireball, about the size of a tennis ball, travelled no more than five meters before disappearing as if swallowed by the darkness.
It didn’t fade gradually—it vanished instantly.
Noan furrowed his brows, sensing that danger awaited him if he attempted to turn back.
In the end, he decided to continue forward. Naturally, he stopped using the Abyss Cube as a torch since it provided no additional light, rendering it useless.
He had no idea how much time had passed. Despite his physical endurance being far superior to an ordinary person’s, he could now feel exhaustion creeping into his legs.
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Just then, he noticed a staircase leading downward. Noan frowned, inwardly cursing whoever had built this crypt.
If this place had monsters or traps, it would at least seem normal to him.
But here, there was nothing—just an endless path forward with no clue as to what lay ahead.
Nevertheless, Noan followed the staircase. Fortunately, he did not have to walk for long this time before arriving at a peculiar room.
The four walls were adorned with countless carvings depicting different races, though most were humans.
Two massive carvings of two women stood out, completely dominating the surrounding images.
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They faced each other in confrontation, but in the end, the woman representing the monsters and demons was defeated and imprisoned inside a coffin.
"Ack!" Suddenly, Noan clutched his head, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain as though a needle was piercing into his brain.
He knelt on the ground, his body wracked with agony so intense that he felt on the verge of passing out.
A flood of information and images surged into his mind, chaotic and overwhelming. At that moment, he had no way to organize or comprehend them.
But then, those images and pieces of information sank deep into his memory, becoming hazy as if shrouded in mist.
Noan remained kneeling, his hands supporting his weight against the ground, panting heavily, sweat pouring down his face.
He had the distinct feeling that a pair of eyes had just been watching him—eyes filled with loneliness, pain, and despair. He could even sense the passage of an unfathomably long time within those eyes.
When he looked up, he saw that the carvings on the walls had vanished, replaced by the image of a woman, her hands bound above her head in the shape of a ’Y.’
"That’s…" Noan immediately recognized the image, recalling the mysterious woman he had once encountered during his battle with the Mutant Hunter.
In mere seconds, the carving of the woman disappeared, leaving the four walls completely blank.
Noan felt uneasy. Slowly, he stood up and approached the spot where he had just seen the carving of the bound woman.
He reached out his hand, but then, as if remembering something, he hesitated, freezing mid-motion.
In the end, Noan withdrew his hand—because he was afraid.
Yes, at his core, he was cautious and wary. He feared that his actions might trigger something bizarre.
Or worse, drag him into an endless cycle of trouble.
That woman was too mysterious, too strange. Although she had once saved him, he knew she was entangled in terrifying secrets and enemies possessing a power that rivalled her own.
At this moment, he was merely a rank E Lord. If he were to face Lords of higher ranks, his chances of survival would be almost nonexistent.
How could he possibly have the right to step into a battlefield belonging to beings akin to gods?
He must become a god if he ever wished to enter such a battlefield.
Until then, he was nothing more than an ant, burrowing a hole in the ground, growing slowly and cautiously.
At the same time, in a dark and eerie space, a woman, suspended in midair by chains, slowly opened her eyes.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through space and time, carrying an unbearable weight of despair and sorrow, looking directly at Noan.
A soft sigh escaped her lips.
She parted her lips, and from within, a stream of white energy flowed out, shooting into the distance at an unfathomable speed.
Back with Noan, he had intended to return to the staircase he had come down, but he suddenly realized that the exit had been sealed off without his knowledge.
"What the hell?" Noan frowned, feeling puzzled.
He recalled the moment when countless images and memories had flooded his mind, forcing him to kneel in pain, and realization dawned upon his face.
Perhaps, while he had been overwhelmed by pain, the passage had been sealed.
Sighing, Noan began searching the dark chamber for an exit.
Suddenly, a beam of light appeared and surrounded his body.
Everything happened too fast—before Noan could react, the light had taken control of his body and guided him towards the wall.
He struggled against it, but it was useless. He no longer had control over his own body.
’What the hell is happening?’ Noan screamed internally, his eyes widening in disbelief.
His hand reached out, his finger lightly touching the wall—not of his own volition.
At the point where his finger made contact with the wall, countless streaks of light began to spread outward.
The glowing lines expanded and connected, forming the shape of a door.
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The heavy door creaked open, revealing another cavern.
This cave resembled an icy tomb, with sharp icicle-like spikes hanging from the ceiling like the fangs of a monstrous beast, seemingly ready to impale Noan at any moment.
A freezing wind swept through, sending shivers down his spine.
Cold… unbearably cold.
So cold that even the slightest breeze felt like it could freeze him solid.
The light surrounding his body suddenly grew brighter, and he gradually felt warmth returning, no longer overwhelmed by the cold.
His body continued moving, stepping firmly on the ice-covered ground.
After walking for a long time, he reached the end of the cave, where a massive frozen lake lay before him.
At the lake’s centre, a towering pillar of ice stretched from the surface to the cavern’s ceiling.
His body moved forward, stepping onto the frozen lake and approaching the ice pillar.
As he drew closer, he finally noticed—a girl was encased within the ice.
Her long silver hair was mesmerising, shimmering like a waterfall reflecting the moonlight.
Though frozen, her hair seemed as if it were caught in an eternal breeze.
Her angelic beauty and her perfectly sculpted figure wrapped in a black and red dress made her appear even more regal.
She was like a blood-red rose, beautiful yet covered in thorns—captivating, yet capable of wounding anyone who dared to touch her.