Dragonslayer’s Class Regression 190

Chapter 190

TUNG! TUNG!

When Zeke tapped on the wall, he found it was hollow inside.

“Hmm, what is this? A secret space?”

At that moment, a message window appeared.

[This is a secure space designated by the previous administrator.]

“A secure space.”

Zeke ordered the system to unlock the security space.

Then the hidden wall disappeared, revealing a door. He opened the door and went inside.

A space made of solid walls, like an underground maze, was spread out before him.

Zeke looked around and exclaimed.

“Wow! What is this? It’s even larger than the mansion’s space. Is this also the magic of the great mage?”

Modern space magic could only compress empty space to create sub-space artifacts.

Such high-level space magic that compresses an entire area was impossible even for a magic tower lord.

‘If the Nirvana family had mages specialized in space magic, might it be possible?’

Even so, a space magic of this scale would have been impossible.

Zeke continued to exclaim in admiration as he moved deeper into the secure space.

Strangely, as he went deeper, he could feel increasingly contaminated energies.

‘What is this?’

At that moment, something appeared before Zeke.

KKIRIK!

Surprisingly, a skeleton appeared, wearing rusty armor and holding a sword and shield.

Zeke looked at the skeleton pointing its sword at him and pondered for a moment.

‘Should I kill it for points? Or hand it over to Richmond?’

KKIRIRK!

While Zeke was contemplating, the skeleton charged.

Without even drawing his sword, he used strong wave resonance to strike with a foot technique.

KWADEUDEUK!

The skeleton crumbled instantly under Zeke’s attack.

SHUUUU!

An impure energy escaped from the scattered pile of bones between the armor.

It seemed that the accumulated ‘death aura’ in this space had naturally attached to corpses, creating undead.

“A space with this much death aura. What kind of place is this?”

Zeke wondered and moved further inside the space.

Surprisingly, there were scattered skeletons lying dead here and there.

Zeke examined the armor and weapons the skeletons were wearing.

Surprisingly, the styles of armor and equipment were all different.

Moreover, he discovered recently deceased bodies nearby, some wearing outfits similar to Aaron’s.

Zeke realized their identities.

“These are knights who recklessly entered to undo this place’s curse.”

It seemed Hoshgar’s guardians had captured intruders and imprisoned them in this secure space.

Over a thousand years, countless intruders had wandered endlessly in this maze, meeting their death, and the accumulated death aura had transformed it into a natural dungeon.

“How fascinating. A spontaneously created undead dungeon.”

Zeke summoned Richmond from the laboratory.

Entering the maze, Richmond took a deep breath and wore a comfortable expression.

“MM, this damp and gloomy air. It’s too good. Where are we, my lord?”

“A natural undead maze.”

“What? How did you discover such a treasure?”

“It was hidden inside the mansion. All intruders seem to have been trapped here, killed by undead, and then turned into undead themselves due to the death aura.”

Richmond trembled at Zeke’s words.

He couldn’t contain his excitement as it was the perfect research space.

“HAA, HAA. It’s like having a wonderful laboratory with an excellent specimen room attached!”

Zeke stepped aside, looking at Richmond.

‘Sometimes this guy can be so perverted. Just like the Nirvana lunatics.’

Zeke muttered internally and led Richmond to explore the maze further.

Natural undead are precious research materials for black magicians.

Whenever skeletons appeared, Richmond excitedly captured them with magic.

Zeke asked him.

“What are you going to do with those?”

“There are many uses. I can study how they move, and after research, I can either refine their bones or reconstruct them into new skeletons.”

In other words, nothing would go to waste.

Zeke nodded and looked around, summoning a dragon soldier to collect weapons scattered throughout the maze.

He thought about repairing any potential artifacts to give to his subordinates.

It was then that a large room appeared inside the maze.

“What is that?”

Richmond also seemed unsure.

Then something began to stir from all directions.

KIAAAAAK!

The sound itself was like Zeke’s dissonance skill, causing mental confusion.

Zeke, with curse defense, was unaffected, as was Richmond, the Arch Lich.

While surveying the situation, Zeke saw bluish spirits floating near the ceiling making ghostly wails and asked Richmond, “Do you know what those are?”

“They look like Banshees. Wow, actual Banshees exist here. This must be a truly ancient place.”

Banshees were undead monsters created from the vengeful spirits of women who died unjustly.

Richmond, observing the Banshees, suddenly realized something.

“Wait, if the Banshees are wailing like this, could it be…?”

As Richmond spoke, something walked out from inside the room.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Richmond suddenly exclaimed.

“Durahan! A beheaded knight!”

It wore a rusty armor stained with blood marks and carried its own head with a helmet in its hand.

This was a monster Zeke had never seen before.

“This is a Durahan?”

“Yes, exactly! Wow, I never thought I’d see a real Durahan in my lifetime! I’m truly moved, my lord!”

Durahans were among the rarest undead monsters due to their incredibly specific creation conditions.

Legends said they were formed when a noble knight’s soul became corrupted and died with a deep grudge, their head severed.

Particularly rare because they could only form naturally, not artificially created.

Unlike Death Knights formed from a dead knight’s corrupted soul, Durahans were unique.

The Durahan glared at Zeke and Richmond with glowing eyes from its severed neck.

Zeke asked Richmond.

“Can you control this thing?”

“Durahans are knights with deep grudges, so they’re uncontrollable. To control one, I’d first need to subdue it and stamp my seal on its corrupted soul.”

“Then we’ll need to subdue it first.”

If they could capture the Durahan, it would strengthen Richmond’s undead legion.

Zeke drew Bahamut and pointed it at the Durahan.

“Come on. Let’s see your skills.”

Understanding Zeke’s provocation, the Durahan stepped forward, holding a sword emanating an ominous, blood-red aura.

Zeke charged toward the Durahan first.

PACHING!

Zeke’s sword strike deflected the Durahan’s sword.

Surprised by the unexpectedly strong strike, the Durahan was pushed back.

Then, it suddenly threw its own head at Zeke.

WOOOONG!

The Durahan’s head, encased in a solid helmet, flew toward Zeke.

‘What?’

Zeke swung his sword, batting away the head.

KWANG!

The head was smashed into the wall.

Simultaneously, the headless Durahan’s body charged at Zeke, shooting a blood-red sword strike.

KWAKKWAKWANG!

Zeke raised an Aura Blade to block the sword.

Confused that Zeke easily blocked its attack, the Durahan applied more force.

KWAK KWAK KWAK KWANG!

Durahan, who was directly hit by the Mace of Light, could not regain his senses.

Immediately, Zeke pulled out a chain and grabbed Durahan.

“Richmond. Engrave your seal on this guy.”

Richmond, who was watching from behind, quickly ran over and retrieved Durahan’s head, which Zeke had earlier struck and embedded in the wall.

Richmond began to chant a spell while holding Durahan’s head.

WOO WOO WOO!

Richmond’s energy seeped into Durahan’s eyes.

GEUK GEUK GEUK GEUK GEUK!

The restrained Durahan’s body swayed back and forth. Soon, a purple light flowed from Durahan’s head that Richmond was holding.

“PHEW, it’s done. Master.”

As Zeke released Durahan, Richmond handed the head back to Durahan.

Durahan immediately knelt before Richmond.

Richmond looked at Durahan with a proud face.

Seeing this, Zeke chuckled and said.

“Is it that good?”

“Hehe. Of course it’s good. To have the precious Durahan come into my hands. Haha.”

Since Zeke had captured Durahan, he also released the subdued Banshee.

Kkeee!

The dispirited Banshee, fearing Zeke, hid behind Durahan.

Zeke, having lost interest in them, continued to explore the maze with Richmond and Durahan.

The maze was so vast that it was difficult to survey it entirely.

While exploring the maze with a sense of wonder, Zeke detected something strange.

“Huh?”

Surprisingly, there were traces of a living person.

Zeke pushed Richmond and the undead behind him and went to the location of the traces.

There was movement inside the room.

SWOOSH!

An emaciated knight in old armor rushed towards Zeke and Richmond. He looked so skeletal that one would believe he was a skeleton.

Under the helmet, there were disheveled hair and a full beard.

Richmond raised his staff and shouted.

“This skeleton!”

As Richmond tried to cast a spell, Zeke raised his hand.

“Wait, Richmond! It doesn’t seem to be a monster.”

The traces of a living person had definitely continued here. Moreover, undead do not have beards or hair.

Zeke, putting away his sword, asked.

“Are you perhaps human?”

At Zeke’s words, the skeleton knight was startled and stepped back.

Then he slowly removed his helmet.

An incredibly haggard face was revealed.

“A human? My goodness! Have you also survived in this cursed mansion?”

Zeke looked at the knight and said.

“I’ve lifted the mansion’s curse. Are you a survivor?”

The knight was greatly surprised by Zeke’s words, paused for a moment, and then shed tears of joy.

“My goodness! Are you saying the mansion’s curse has truly been lifted? Tell me this isn’t a dream! Please! Even slap my cheek to show me this is real!”

“…..”

Zeke slapped the knight’s cheek as he leaned in.

THUMP!

“KEUHOK!”

With Zeke’s blow, the knight’s face and body twisted.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I couldn’t control my strength.”

“Cough. It’s okay! I am Aslan Solmara, a royal guard of the Thebea Kingdom! I pay my respects to my benefactor!”

Zeke was shocked to learn the knight’s identity.

“Aslan Solmara… Aren’t you the knight famous for his cross sword? I thought you had been missing for thirty years…”

He was from the Jefrik family’s Solma clan.

Zeke, showing recognition, and Aslan, delighted, spoke.

“Oh! It’s wonderful that you know me. What is your name, benefactor?”

“I am Zeke Draker.”

At the name Draker, Aslan looked momentarily flustered.

But soon nodding, he knelt before Zeke and spoke with reverence.

“I, Aslan Solmara, swear to never forget this grace and repay you for the rest of my life!”

It was the oath of Aslan, the royal guard of Thebea thirty years ago, renowned for his cross sword.

Zeke, looking at Aslan paying his respects, gleamed in his eyes.

‘Seems like I can use him someday.’

He left the remaining maze investigation to Richmond and took Aslan upstairs.

“My goodness! Fresh air after thirty years! It’s glorious, so glorious!”

Zeke decided to take Aslan to the Troy Pricipality, concerned about his health.

He instructed Richmond to guard the mansion and immediately moved.

‘After reporting the clearing of the Ghost Mansion, I’ll obtain its ownership from Baranaon.’

He had no intention of handing over the precious Hoshgar’s laboratory to Baranaon.

Zeke took the captured Aaron and returned to the Troy Principality with Aslan.

Seeing Zeke’s castle, Aslan loudly exclaimed.

“You’re already a lord with a territory! No wonder you cleared the cursed Ghost Mansion!”

Zeke tried to ignore Aslan’s fuss and went inside.

Upon arriving at the castle, familiar faces were waiting.

The Rose Knights had also returned from their rescue mission to Troy.

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