Shadow Slave

Chapter 448

Sunny stared at the severed arm of an unknown deity, then at the harrowing, profane rot spreading from it. Then, he tiredly rubbed his face.

'...Why can't anything ever be easy?'

He was sure that his fate was somehow connected to that arm, which meant that he was going to have to get to it somehow. But Sunny was also sure that there weren't enough rewards in all of the universe to make him go anywhere near that rot, let alone touch something infected by it.

He had the feeling that this thing was way, way out of his league.

In fact, he suspected that a divine being had ruthlessly severed their own arm because even someone as powerful as that had no means to resist that spreading corruption.

What was Sunny supposed to do, then?

Well…

Trying to remain as far from the rot as possible, he studied it for a while before coming to a strange conclusion… or rather, a strange question.

If the corruption was so terrible, then why had it not spread through the entire tower? Why had it only managed to crawl a few meters out of the silver brazier, turning a small portion of the second level of the pagoda into its flesh?

'Scratch that. Why didn't the whole island become one giant chunk of rotten black... whatever the hell that thing is?'

The answer was not hard to guess. It was because the rot, just like everything else inside the tower, had been sealed away from time for thousands of years.

And now that Sunny had broken that seal…

His frown deepened as he glanced at the silver hearth that was overgrown and had become a part of the spreading rot.

the devouring

thing last for thousands of years with nothing to feed on except for cold stone? Did it

I am

Sunny tried to

the rot was spreading. At least

also knew that if the worst happened, he had no tool at his disposal that would save him. If that thing began to

all. And he doubted that

to find something inside the pagoda to save him. He had

swiftly wither and

staircase that led higher, to the third level. There, he summoned the taciturn demon

turning his back to the silver brazier, Sunny gritted his teeth, and then cautiously

the terrible thing disappeared from view, he let out a relieved sigh and realized that his entire body was covered in a cold sweat. Raising a trembling hand, Sunny wiped his

a little confidence, at least. The Shadow seemed absolutely unperturbed by the

into that stone head of hers. Do

feel fear, but the gloomy shadow certainly could. In fact, behind its haughty exterior, it was rather cowardly. He was sure that the bastard would

level of the Obsidian Tower… and froze, dumbfounded

Wait, no. What the

found himself in was smaller than the previous three halls he had explored — mostly because the

particular, dozens of porcelains arms floated in the air, each at a different level of being disassembled into

in the basement of

then walked closer. He felt as though he was in some bizarre anatomy

many moving parts went into making each one as functional and articulated as that of a human. The joints, in particular, seemed like a marvel of engineering… not to mention the incredibly

automatons could not boast of that

here and taken apart? Who had done it?

like it… why would he

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