Shadow Slave

Despite the torturous burden of the Crushing, Sunny couldn't help but feel jubilant. Not only did he receive eight shadow fragments and a powerful Memory, he had also defeated a Fallen Devil all by himself, without even Saint providing him any help.

The Black Knight, too, had been a Fallen Devil. So killing one solo meant a lot to Sunny. It was a poignant milestone that made him feel like all his hard work and all the vile things he had gone through were not for nothing. He was accomplishing his goal.

Growing stronger.

…Of course, the Mordant Mimic was not as terrifying of a foe in battle as the guardian of the ruined cathedral had been. One was a creature that seemed to have been created solely for combat, while the other mostly relied on deceit and ambushing its prey to achieve victory. And yet, the chest fiend was by no means an easy foe. If anything, its devilish nature only made it that much more dangerous.

'Argh!'

As the Twisted Rock rose higher, the Crushing struck at Sunny with even more dreadful force, making his mirth dissipate in a wave of miserable suffering. A muffled groan escaped from his lips.

'Endure… just endure a bit more… this hell is going to end soon.'

For now, he had no choice but to keep suffering, wait, and stare at the distant silhouette of the Ivory Tower.

The beautiful pagoda seemed so close now that he could almost imagine himself reaching out and encompassing it in his fist.

With nothing else to do, Sunny summoned the runes and found the familiar cluster out of habit:

Shadow Fragments: [223/2000].

'I wonder how many coins are in that damned chest…'

Would he be able to create the third core with their help?

Shifting his gaze, Sunny found the runes describing his Memories. A new one was now shown at the end of the list.

His eyes glistened slightly as he concentrated on it and read the description:

Memory: [Covetous Coffer].

Memory Rank: Ascended.

Memory Tier: IV.

'Huh…'

he had acquired in a span of just a

what kind of a Memory would the

Curious, he read on.

Memory Type: Tool.

'A utility Memory!'

for example — some of

obliterating pressure of the

Description: ["You are very strange!" said Noctis. Why was his new friend so deathly afraid of chests? Why was he so timid and pale? "Don't be afraid, these are just my

Sunny blinked.

'That… is interesting.'

a person, after all. What's more, he or she had apparently been

Mimic once been a pet of this Noctis?

person would keep a Fallen

of dread, Sunny continued

[Mendacious Coffer], [Capacious

runes with a

these

to understand the names of the enchantments, he wondered if the Spell was having a stroke and shifted his gaze to the

can mimic the form of any inanimate object. The size and intricacy of the simulacrum are dependent on the wielder's Soul Core

chest, instead of being born… created?... as

the

on the inside. It can be summoned and dismissed while storing inanimate items. The size of the storage space, as well

the desire

'Yes!'

the exact problem he was facing — the need to carry all the gold coins away before Twisted Rock was destroyed. Once again, luck was

Coffer in his Soul Sea, opened up a sea of possibilities. In a sense, it was just like Effie's incredible bag, but better — the bag had to be carried around if there was anything inside of it, while the Coffer could be

from the Dream Realm to the real world with its