Raised in Dungeon



"We will destroy the crystal and bring the king's body. I still want to ask him many things," Ivaylo replied.

Upon hearing Ivaylo, the king erupted into a sudden fit of laughter that echoed throughout the room. It was a loud and hearty outburst that left him gasping for air. He could also be seen laughing inside the crystal, his mouth wide open and slightly crying.

"I'm glad to hear that. That's not the answer I guessed. It looks like one of you can move things, huh,"

"Damn, why does this grandpa even look happy?! He is irritated me so much!" shouted Mary.

As for Ivaylo,

'So he doesn't know all our abilities; maybe he could see everything outside the castle inside this room,' he thought.

'Well… We will find out about that later.'

Ivaylo took out one of his needles and quickly thrust it into chrystal who was protecting the king.

-CLING!

"As he said, it's hard. Adam, use your god's blessing."

"Okay, Leader. Do I need to be serious?"

"Yes, just do it; I've tested the hardness of this crystal,"

"Alright."

Adam stood determinedly as he gazed at the king sleeping inside the crystal. The room was quiet, the only sound being the flowing water and others' breathing.

With a deep breath, Adam closed his eyes and drew upon the mana in the room.

"God's blessing," His hand began to glow as he formed a fist with his right hand. The mana gathered into his fist, creating a strong wind that swirled around him.

"You're serious about asking me to use all my strength, right?" Adam asked again.

"Yeah, just do as you please. Even if he dies, we'll just return to the status quo," Ivaylo replied.

As the wind grew stronger, Adam felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. However, his confidence was soon challenged as he heard the king coughing.

"cough-cough" was a deep, guttural cough that seemed to reverberate through the room, but Ivaylo was sure it was just a fake cough to break Adam's focus.

Adam was known to be an exceptionally focused individual. His attention was unwavering, and his skills were unmatched. However, the king's cough disrupted Adam's focus and dispelled the aura gathering in his fists. Adam couldn't believe what was happening to him. He was an expert at blocking out distractions, but this was different. The simple cough by the king managed to disrupt Adam's laser-sharp focus, and his god's blessing was canceled.

"Fufufu, what are you doing, Adam? You lost your focus with just that," mocked Ralph.

"Shut up! I don't know either! All of a sudden, everything just fell apart!"

'This Old-man really controls the air,' Ivaylo thought.

Adam tried everything to get back on track, but suddenly the king spoke,

"Sorry to bother you but... it looks like you're late," said the king.

"HAH?! Shut up old man! I'll get you out of there right away!" Adam shouted at the king while striking a pose to punch him.

In a soft and limp voice, the king then said

"It's a shame that I can't join you, but you're really are too late..."

All the members of the Noctem Dolls suddenly felt goosebumps on their bodies when they heard that from the king. The atmosphere in the throne room suddenly shifted, as a sense of impending danger filled the air.

The king simply closed his eyes and bowed his head, a peaceful expression on his face. then continued

"He's already here..."

"!!!"

-PUK

Adam fell down, as someone suddenly pushed him aside.

That person was not one of the Noctem Dolls, and his presence could not be sensed by a single person there except the king. No one knew how he got in, nor did anyone know how he could stand next to adam and push his big body without much effort.

He was a white-haired boy, with black eyes.

From Ivaylo's eyes, he knew that the boy was not Norttish. There was a strange symbol in his eyes.

He was,

A human form of an Adfeqtus Reliqua.

"Stay away from the king."

The boy's voice broke the tense silence, making everyone suddenly panic,

"WHO ARE YOU!"

"WHERE DID YOU COME FROM!"

"THIS KID WAS PROBABLY THERE ALL ALONG!"

"BUT HOW DID HE GET IN?!"

Adam, Ralph, Mary, Norman, and Clarissa. All of them immediately attacked the boy.

"PERSES TANTRUM!" Adam

"ABARE PERVENIRE MORS!" Norman.

"Ultimate Wind Protection!" Clarissa's amnis to protect everyone from the impact of the attack.

The brutality of the attack on the little boy was shocking, yet the Noctem Dolls members knew better than to underestimate his power. Despite his small stature, he had a knack for blending into his surroundings and appearing in their midst unnoticed.

The Noctem Dolls retreated backward, taking up fighting positions.

As the ash and sand gradually cleared, the child revealed himself to be even more menacing than they had initially thought. His black eyes appeared to have the power to drill deep into their very souls, causing their hearts to race.

Their unease was further heightened when the child abruptly spoke up in a loud, commanding voice.

"Make way for master!"

'Master? His user?'

Just as he said that

-Click

Suddenly, the doors far in front of them burst open, and a figure with white armor stepped inside.

In walked a man that none of them recognized. The moment he entered, everyone could feel his overwhelming aura. His presence alone seemed to fill the entire room, making the air thick with a sense of anticipation and unease. Even the strong and fearless Noctem Dolls were not immune to his aura. His eyes swept over the group, sizing them up with a sharp gaze.

All eyes were drawn towards him like a magnet. The man's body was powerful, towering over everyone else in the room, maybe smaller than Adam if his body doesn't cover in pristine white armor, gleaming in the light. But it wasn't just his impressive stature that inspired awe. His sky-blue eyes shone like a bright sea, illuminating his surroundings as if they were bathed in a blue light. The effect was enthralling, making it impossible to look away from him.

And then there was his hair - a mane of pure, golden hair. It cascaded down his back, framing his chiseled features with an ethereal glow. His appearance made it impossible not to be taken in; every aspect of him exuded strength and power that was impossible to ignore.

"Long time no see, Father; I'm not glad you're still alive," the man said.

"Fufu, I'm not happy you're alive either. You're interfering with my fun," replied the king.

Who the hell was he?

None of the people in the room knew. But from his hair alone they had guessed that he was one of the princes. Moreover, that fact was corroborated by the way he spoke to the king.

The man casually walked inside, approaching the king.

"I lied… I can't just let you die, father. Not now… If you die, I will immediately be crowned king according to tradition."

"Though if you had come a little later, those kids over there would have already caught me. What brings you back? Eldritch."

The name dawned on everyone.

Eldritch Odelina Wildenhall, the first prince and crown prince of the Wildenhall kingdom. No one didn't know that name. Because Eldritch was the one who contributed the most to the kingdom and was a genius born once in a thousand years. The strongest figure that Leofric wanted to pursue.

Some say that he is the reincarnation of the hero

Some say that he is the hero himself

Some say that all angels have blessed him.

He was a genius child who could complete a dungeon when he was 15 years old and then complete another dungeon alone when he was 18 years old.

The genius had not shown his face in the kingdom for five years; for the Noctem Dolls who rarely visited the capital, they had not seen Eldritch's face for a long time. That's why they didn't realize who he was.

Oh it turns out, he wasn't alone.

There were four other people behind him walking after him. One of them was a black-haired girl who was quite striking from the other three. From her hair it was obvious that she was an other-worlder, but she was striking not because of her hair color alone but because she was the most inconspicuous of the three.

Because the other three people were children. Two girls and one boy, and all three of them had white hair.

"Nortish? He brought Norttish with him?!" said Norman.

Ivaylo then answered him, "It seems that because you were injured, your senses were dulled. No, it's not Norttish. If you look at their eyes and how they walk, you should realize."

Norman widened his eyes in surprise, as did the rest of the Dolls.

"No way! Those kids are!"

"Adfeqtus Reliqua. The prince seems to have completed more dungeons over the past few years."