The Game Difficulty
Is
Crazy
Thick drops of sweat ran down beside Hawkney’s nose.
‘What did I just see?’
Glen Wordsworth ran straight into a corridor filled with traps.
Before Hawkney could even understand why he suddenly did something like that, the traps activated.
But none of them hit him.
This was clearly different from hurriedly dodging after seeing a falling rock.
‘If what I saw is correct, young master moved forward calmly, as if he knew exactly where the safe zones were.’
It was impossible.
Yet while Hawkney was trying to make sense of the shocking situation, Glen went one step further with his characteristic fanatical nonsense.
—What use are traps on the path guided by God’s will?
Hawkney’s mind, already unable to keep up, fell into even deeper confusion.
But the bigger problem was that the situation wasn’t over yet.
Kugugugugu—
The next trap activated, detecting Glen’s position.
This time, magic circles embedded in the corridor walls fired mana cannons.
‘He can’t dodge that!’
Hawkney kicked off the ground toward Glen, but the distance was too far.
“Keuk! Young master!”
All he could do was stretch out his arm and shout desperately.
Even in that critical moment, Glen Wordsworth did not lose his composure.
“…….”
He merely muttered something incomprehensible under his breath and shifted his position by a few steps.
A moment later, mana particles turned into a flash of light and struck the spot where Glen had been, causing a small explosion.
Yet once again, Glen was unharmed.
Hawkney could only stare at Glen’s next movements with a face as if he had seen a ghost.
The enthusiasm that once filled his face was now replaced entirely by confusion.
Black rocks falling from the ceiling.
Mana cannons fired from the walls.
Spikes rising from the floor.
Dozens of traps rushed toward Glen every second.
Even under threats like a death sentence, Glen did not lose his calm.
He focused solely on his memories.
“Three steps to the left…….”
Right after dodging the incoming mana cannons, he quickly moved about three steps to the left.
Immediately, blue mana spikes erupted from the floor where he had been standing.
Glen kept his feet moving.
“One step to the right, then two steps back.”
A massive rock fell onto the spot he had just vacated, but Glen had already avoided it long ago.
At the same time, his position steadily moved deeper into the corridor.
Of course, the deeper he went, the more traps activated to eliminate the intruder—but none could stop him.
Dodging traps as if performing acrobatics.
The reason this was possible was not simply because Glen was agile.
It was because he knew perfectly which floors triggered which traps, and which areas were dangerous.
In other words, his quick movements from high Agility stats and his veteran-level knowledge of Holy Cycle.
These two abilities worked in perfect harmony, so neither rocks nor mana cannons could touch him.
‘It’s a bit tough since I can’t accelerate my body with holy power.’
Since he had conserved his strength by not fighting the rune golems earlier, he still had plenty of stamina.
Before long, thick blue mist filled the area around Glen.
It was the residue of ancient rune mana explosions mixing with dust.
In the silence, Glen looked up at the corridor’s ceiling and walls.
The ceiling was riddled with holes like a beehive, as if there were no more rocks left to fall, and the magic circles that had fired mana cannons were fully discharged.
All the traps had been deactivated.
‘Was that supposed to be difficult?’
Glen shrugged.
Then, to finish his fanatical act, he turned toward the patrol with his usual public-facing smile.
“All the traps have been removed, so there’s no need to take a detour.”
Everyone could only stare at him with their mouths shut.
Under their stunned gazes, Glen felt a strange tingling at the back of his head.
“H-how……?”
Hawkney barely managed to speak.
Since there was no need to explain in detail, Glen answered as he always did, with a meaningful smile in his eyes.
“You could call it God’s protection.”
The patrol continued forward through the now trap-free corridor.
After about ten more minutes, they finally reached the end of the ruins.
The deepest part of Medlerus’s Garden was shaped like a large circular cavern, and the place felt mysterious overall.
Ancient rune mana flowed across the floor in large concentric circles.
Rune letters carved into the walls and ceiling glowed softly with blue light.
Looking at the quietly beautiful space, Glen unconsciously took a deep breath.
‘Just seeing this scenery is reward enough. Though if that were the reward, I never would’ve come.’
Ending his brief admiration, Glen walked with Hawkney toward the center of the cavern.
At the center stood a small round table made of black stone.
And neatly placed atop it was the hidden piece Glen had been searching for.
“……So this is the will of God that you received as a revelation?” Hawkney asked.
“Doesn’t it feel that way?” Glen replied.
“To me, it just looks like a strangely shaped horn.”
Hawkney spoke casually.
Indeed, aside from being black, the horn on the table had no remarkable features.
But considering its performance, that comment was extremely disrespectful.
‘Even if it doesn’t look special, it’s a legendary-grade artifact.’
Greed flickered in Glen’s eyes.
This black horn was the artifact called Medlerus’s Warhorn, well-known among original game players.
And for good reason—it showed overwhelming power in wars.
‘People even said that with just this, you’ve basically cleared half of the war events.’
Especially now, with the demon race’s assault only two weeks away.
An artifact specialized for war was truly like rain in a drought for Glen.
‘Good thing I got it smoothly, just as planned.’
He had stayed tense, worried some annoying variable might occur.
Thankfully, nothing did.
Now, by retrieving this horn, both purposes of coming to Avenue would be fulfilled.
Completing a plan meant to take five days in just two felt very satisfying.
“I plan to keep this horn for now and discuss how to handle it with my father once I return to the main house. What do you think, Sir Hawkney?”
“Please do so. There’s no benefit for us to keep it. More importantly, we could only come this far thanks to your efforts, young master.”
Glen had half-expected him to say they needed Jaber’s approval, but Hawkney handed it over without hesitation.
“Thank you for saying that.”
“Yes. I hope it becomes something that helps this land.”
“Since it’s a gift from God, I’m sure it will.”
With a bright smile, Glen took Medlerus’s Warhorn and placed it inside his clothes.
“By the way, what will you do about not finding any traces of the demon race, Sir Hawkney?”
“Haha, don’t worry about that. Knowing they’re not here is enough.”
“I suppose no news is good news.”
