The Artist Who Paints Dungeon-Chapter 125

Iruda was already a priest chosen by God.

She had received God’s grace since birth. Many gods coveted Iruda’s vessel, and she chose the gentlest and most articulate one to make a contract with. In other words, she was a career-oriented person.

Among the prospective priests of this batch, there was probably no one who knew the presence of God as well as Iruda.

“.......”

To Iruda, Chae Sol’s drawing seemed somewhat eerie.

‘Could it be the evil god’s... .’

She thought to herself.

‘I’ve never heard of a black cloak having divinity.’

Wasn’t it just a regular monster?

Iruda had also heard rumors about the black cloak. It was a humanoid monster wearing a black cloak from head to toe, and it was said to draw a dungeon that could be called a ‘work of art’ and drag bad guys into it.

‘I wondered why the damage wasn’t that great for a monster.’

The citizens were talking about ‘Are we seeing a new native monster?’ but if you think about it a little, you can see that it’s a ridiculous idea. The current native monsters on Earth have been going through a process of appeasement for 32 years.

In comparison, Black Cloak has only been on Earth for a short time and has caused few casualties. It was an action that a monster that can’t stand hatred toward humans would not show.

Iruda’s parents had said that it was possible that it wasn’t a monster.

‘They said that it’s a method often used by the association to prevent confusion. Since ✧ NоvеIight ✧ (Original source) the citizens still lack awareness of monsters, they are easily fooled even if you make it up. That’s why there are still quite a few truths hidden.’

Then, it was necessary to guess that Black Cloak was really an evil spirit.

Compared to monsters who are busy expressing their hatred without being able to control it, evil spirits know how to act cleverly even if they have negative thoughts inside them. It means that they have the ability to be called ‘gods’.

“...Chaisol.”

“Huh?”

“Do you like black cloaks?”

“Oh, they’re kind.”

“You sound like you’ve met them before.”

“I’ve met them!”

“.......”

Chaisol’s sunny friendliness caused another accident.

‘I never thought it would apply to beings treated as monsters.’

After a beat, he asked.

“...When, how, in what way?”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“I think I’ll know when I hear it.”

“I just see them sometimes.”

“If I see them sometimes, doesn’t that mean we meet quite often?”

“They stopped by my house once.”

“That’s... really an amazing story.”

Iru nodded.

“You’d better never tell anyone else.”

“I told you because you’re Ruda.”

“You keep acting like that, so I’m going to live next to you.”

“We’re partners!”

“I didn’t mean it like that, but, well, it’s similar.”

You’re like the light and salt of my tough life.

‘Live like that for the rest of your life.’

This dirty and deadly world needed shiny fools like Chae Sol.

“You’re sensitive to the aura of the gods, so you know, but Black Cloak seems more dangerous than you think.”

“But he was so kind... He’s such a sweet brother.”

“I meant that he might have made you think that way. I wish Black Cloak was a good person like you think, but, well, the world doesn’t run on such wishes alone.”

“I think Ruda makes it too difficult to say.”

“I wish you would tell me that I am mature. Anyway, I think that meeting or interacting with such a being without any sense of caution is an overly careless act.”

Iru looked at Chaisol’s picture.

“How about refraining from meeting him as much as possible?”

She knew Chaisol’s talent. Like Iru, he was suitable to contain a god, and he was also born with an energy that many gods would seek.

Whether it was a traditional god or an evil god, they coveted the qualities of a foolish hero like Chaisol.

“You never know.”

Such people were especially often swayed by evil gods.

“Is there any evidence that the Black Cloak is a good being?”

“There is no such thing.”

“That is why I am telling you to refrain.”

If you made a contract with an evil mystery in a moment of carelessness, that person’s life became more terrible than hell from then on. That was something that could be decided in an instant with just a breath or a glance from a god.

“There is nothing wrong with being careful.”

“That is true.”

Fortunately, Chae Sol was not possessed, so he obediently agreed with Iru Da’s words.

“I’ll be careful too.”

“...Okay, if you see me again, tell me.”

“Yeah, but is the black cloak an evil spirit?”

“It seems... not impossible.”

“It was really warm, so it could be.”

“.......”

Is it warm?

‘I would understand if you said it was hot.’

It didn’t feel like such a gentle being. If it was a mystery that could feel its essence from just this poor drawing, then it must mean that it was of considerable level.

‘Those beings don’t care about humans.’

To be exact, it was closer to not caring. It was quite difficult for the great mysteries to grasp their imagery according to the narrow vessel of humans. That became even more difficult as the level increased.

Of course, Chae Sol could endure no matter how great the god was, since his vessel was large, but he wasn’t worried. Chae Sol was a fool of this era who had been recognized as a fool.

“...No matter what you felt, humans should not completely trust God. That is not a matter of trust. Trust is based on the minimum mutual understanding. God cannot understand humans, and humans cannot understand God.”

That is why it is not possible. If God and humans could understand each other, how could the two be distinguished in this world?

Above all, humans were happy beings when they did not know many things and could not do many things. Incompetence that fit the subject enriched life.

“So you are saying that you should not believe that whatever you felt was the other person’s true feelings.”

“Then you cannot make a contract with an evil spirit?”

“...Usually... it would not work. Especially with a personality like yours....”

There were officially recognized religions of evil spirits. Death, disease, fear, anger, sadness. They were mostly quiet disasters whose value and significance were recognized by humans.

But that didn’t mean that evil spirits weren’t dangerous. Even traditional gods considered humans as mere toys, not their own mates, and those with violent personalities like evil spirits were even more so.

“You really had better be careful.”

“If I make a contract with Black Cloak....”

“Let’s think about it more, I think that would be wise.”

“I think Ruda, what you said is right.”

“That’s how you should be my partner.”

Fortunately, Chaisol wasn’t a fool who would insist on meaningless things.

“I’ll burn that painting.”

“Won’t it hurt if I burn it?”

“Who’s going to hurt?”

“Black Cloak.”

“Sometimes I learn a lot from your way of thinking.”

“Then I’ll burn it, because I drew it.”

Chaisol burned the painting cleanly.

“But he didn’t seem like a really bad guy.”

“Priest Kang Seodam said the same thing. How can you judge the good and evil of a god?”

“That’s true.”

Chae Sol, who had been lying on the bed for a while, smiled and said.

“Next time, Ruda, do you want to meet with me?”

“...Okay, let’s do that.”

Iru Da did not refuse.

‘If there’s anything I learned after joining the church, it’s that not all evil gods are evil.’

In the end, distinguishing between gods was also nothing more than human arrogance. How can you divide the disasters and mysteries that exist into right and wrong? Rather, there were times when the traditional gods’ behavior was even more despicable than evil gods.

‘You shouldn’t be prejudiced when looking at the narrow world through the eyes of a mere human.’

In the end, it was clear that the most correct form of a god and a priest was a master and his tool. The master seeks a useful tool, and the tool seeks a master who is satisfied with its treatment. As long as they fit well together, that’s enough.

So if Black Cloak really was an evil god, he might surprisingly fit well with Chae Sol.

“Next time I see Black Cloak, I have to call him too, Chaisol.”

He was just worried.

“You still don’t know much about God.”

“Yeah, that’s why I’m learning a lot thanks to Ruda.”

“.......”

I feel my heart warming up.

“I should live next to you.”

“I’ll do that too.”

“Does Black Cloak really give you snacks?”

“Like cookies or chocolate?”

“Interesting.”

“If I see you again, ask for snacks.”

“That would be a good experience.”

Ruda thought of the image that still seemed to linger before his eyes.

What on earth would the snacks given by that distant and eerie essence taste like?

“.......”

“.......”

Geo muttered, holding a bloody knife.

“I thought Chaisol called me for a moment.”

Since it seemed like there was someone else next to him, he didn’t really go out.

“Ryu-jon?”

“Wait, Danaya. Dad is still dismantling.”

“Ryu-jon-jon-jon?”

“Seeing how much of an appetite you have, I’m sure you won’t starve to death no matter where you go.”

What a special thing.

“You are my daughter.”

Geo laughed contentedly as he peeled off the golden sheep’s skin. Unlike Giovanni’s, his smile was fierce and experienced.

“Moreover, why do intruders keep coming into my comfortable sweet home?”

“Kurur?”

“Yeah, this time, even the golden sheep showed up. Is there a time when it’s so embarrassing?”

Currently, Argio was slaughtering a huge sheep hanging from the ceiling. It wasn’t that he went out and hunted himself, but when he went out to the garden to think about what to eat, there was another victim.

“If you think about it, that monster garden could be used as a security force.”

It really was a trap like any other.

“It must have been killed by piercing the forehead, and the meat quality is really good.”

“Kung?”

“They say that a living thing has to die without knowing anything for the meat to be tender, Honey.”

“Kurur.”

“Yeah, if you learn how to slaughter, you’ll find it useful.”

Argio, who lived like an animal, sometimes enjoyed eating while imitating humans, perhaps because of the manners he learned as a child. In the process, he naturally the power of the ox has increased.

“I can definitely tell that this sheep is from my hometown. It has a golden fur that is as soft as a slippery sheep, and a body as big as a ox plowing a field. Sharp teeth and two pairs of eyes. Thick claws....”

It was clear.

“It’s a type of sheep that lives in the Black Forest.”

Golden Step Sheep

A carnivore that hunts its prey by disguising itself as a gentle prey or by being charmed by its golden color. The plants that the Golden Step Sheep steps on turn into gold, and this gold emits a sweet scent that impedes the judgment of living things. Unlike regular gold, its strong teeth easily suffocate its prey.

“Yes, you’re being diligent today.”

Geo nodded.

“It has an impeccable cuteness in terms of appearance, scent, and texture. However, if you are fooled by its gentle appearance or are charmed by the gold it creates, you will have your neck bitten.”

“Kururu?”

“Just like you said, it’s an experience. They are really coy, but their teeth are thick and sharp. Thanks to that, I almost got my throat ripped off, but in the end, I was the winner.”

Method of Etching: If you boil the bones of a golden step ram, you can use it as a powerful painkiller or drug. The blood inside the horn becomes a painless death potion for females, and a painful resurrection potion for males.

“Oh, right. That’s how I was able to survive.”

Geo smiled darkly as he looked at the system.

“The one I killed was a male. Their horns aren’t as hard as they look, so they break quite easily, and there’s golden blood inside. I liked the shiny thing, so I drank it, and my dying heart started beating again.”

After that, he carried it with him.

“The male’s horns are curved towards his back like this, and the female’s horns are curved towards the front. Judging by the horns that are curved towards his back, this guy seems to be a male. Right?”

“Kururururur.”

“I’ll cut off the horns last, so eat as much as you want. The blood from the female’s horns shouldn’t be drunk without a tolerance, but the blood from the male’s horns is fine to drink when he’s healthy. If he’s not in a state of near death, the effect is small.”

You can only feel your body getting a little hotter.

“The leather is in good condition.”

When you completely peeled off the sheep’s hide, you could see a black lump of flesh inside.

“Hmm....”

“Kururururururururur!!”

“Yeah, you should keep the fur.”

The golden sheep's fur was so enchanting that it was perfect for bedding, but the golden sheep's sparkle attracted many water birds that coveted its fur, including honey.

"As a father, I can't help but give up a piece of skin for my children."

At those words, water birds that were wandering around the slaughterhouse sneaked up and pecked at the golden sheep's skin. The strength of their tiny beaks was so great that the fur was pulled out of the skin, and the sight of those jewel water birds was like a living treasure.

"As expected, my children know how to dress themselves up."

"Yes, our Dana. This father will cut off the flesh right away."

Dana, who had grown a little bigger than the average adult cat, had fluffy fur and was comfortable to hug. It was truly ecstatic when Dana leaned against his leg and leaned against him.

When I cut off the cheek of the sheep, Dana bit into it.

“That’s right, you have to chew it thoroughly. The best delicacy of this sheep is this cheek. The cheek of the golden sheep, which has almost no facial muscles and cannot make expressions, has a chewy yet very soft texture.”

However, if you eat it too quickly, it can get stuck in your throat.

“Isn’t it really delicious?”

“Ae?”

“I’m glad you like it.”

Is there anything more joyful than my beloved family liking the same things I like?

Argio, who let Dana savor it to his heart’s content, soon turned his head again and looked at the black flesh of the sheep hanging from the hook.

“You can use the bones to draw later....”

What should I do with this overflowing flesh?

“.......”

He muttered.

“...The flesh of the golden sheep is elastic, so let’s steam it.”

All meats in the world become delicious when boiled for a long time with alcohol and seasoning.

Yes, Argio was not without his greed.