“Looks like it ripened deliciously well.”

That might not have seemed like the most appropriate thing to say upon seeing the dreadfully expanded labyrinth exuding gloomy energy, but to Kim Jin-Woo, it was. The thought of the Counts working so hard to polish and sharpen their blades, not knowing that the tips of those blades would be put against their necks, was rather pitiful.

However, he wasn’t soft-hearted enough to be swayed by cheap pity and be ignorant of the feast that was laid out in front of him. Clearly, before him was the labyrinth of his enemy. The fake Grand Labyrinth, which Parthenon of Despair—the mastermind and culprit behind inciting the 10th Floor Nobles to start a war—had painstakingly developed, awaited him.

“It’s time to make my move.” Kim Jin-Woo looked at the entrance of the fake Grand Labyrinth with its wide-open mouth and stepped forward.

***

Multiple despicable priests were guarding the entrance. Their bodies were draped in black robes, but that couldn’t hide their ugliness. Their skin, which occasionally peeked through from under their hoods, resembled the withered grain of old wood, and their...