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Chapter 68 - Eyes That See Victory

BOOM!

A tremendous crash rang out as the Wailing ghost was struck by Nuada and smashed into the wall. Though it quickly pulled itself free, the damage was obvious—its movements had noticeably slowed.

However, there seemed to be a misunderstanding.

Pete waved his hand dismissively.

"Not that one, you idiot."

"...?"

"The real one’s over there."

He pointed up—toward the ceiling.

There, descending belatedly into the boss room, was a man.

Landing lightly, he brushed the dust off his clothes and said,

"Am I late?"

"No, you arrived exactly on time."

It was Jhin .

[Boss Monster ’Lykan’s Roar echoes through the dungeon.]

[Hidden Boss Monster ’Wailing ghost’s Wail howls fiercely.]

KWAANG! KWAANG!

Lykan’s massive club clashed against the Wailing ghost’s scythe again and again, enormous shockwaves rippling outward with each collision. For now, it was difficult to tell who would win—but little by little, the Wailing ghost was being pushed back.

Jhin narrowed his eyes.

’I managed to lure the Wailing ghost all the way here by grabbing its aggro, but... it’s disappointing. Way more than I expected.’

He had hoped the Wailing ghost would pressure Lykan much harder. Instead, the Wailing ghost was being driven to the brink of destruction almost immediately.

’Did they equip Nuada?’

A D-rank boss was already powerful by nature.

But those damn Company bastards—on top of Lykan’s natural strength, they had equipped him with powerful gear.

Fighting such a monster, even at the same level, would be an almost impossible hunt for most players.

Jhin clicked his tongue.

’Still, it was the right call to bring in the Specters.’

He was well aware that he couldn’t defeat Lykan alone. If he’d tried to fight without the Specters, he would have been crushed long ago.

"This is why you don’t go around breaking unwritten rules."

Jhin watched, amused, as the goblins and Specters clashed savagely.

Originally, monsters on the Exodia would never fight each other—an invisible rule enforced by the world itself.

But here, in a dungeon already tainted by broken pacts—where goblins had overrun the kobolds’ territory—the old rules no longer applied.

Change had come.

Monsters that would normally avoid each other now tore into one another with reckless fury.

"Good. Let’s keep it that way."

Satisfied for the moment, Jhin approached Pete and handed over an item.

It was a special relic—a discontinued item called the Hermit’s Cloak, one of Neon’s prized possessions.

Without it, luring the Wailing ghost here would have been impossible.

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"No problem. Glad it helped."

Jhin then turned toward the snake-faced man trembling nearby.

The impostor Neon.

"Nice to meet you, fake."

"What...?"

KWAANG!

One strike—and the impostor was sent flying across the floor, rolling several times before coming to a halt. Teeth missing, his face twisted in agony, he glared with murderous rage.

So satisfying.

Jhin ignored him with ease and looked over to Caleb.

"You did a great job."

But Caleb didn’t look proud. He had his head bowed deeply, like a criminal awaiting judgment.

"...I’m sorry."

"Huh?"

"We failed. Even after all you did for us... I’m really sorry."

Their plan—to purchase the auctioned people and secure the hidden contracts—had failed.

Without those contracts, there was no way to reclaim the children’s true bodies. Saving an empty shell would have been meaningless.

But Jhin tilted his head curiously.

"Then what’s this?"

"Huh?"

Caleb followed his gaze—to the stack of papers cradled in Pete’s arms.

It couldn’t be...

Hidden contracts.

Real ones.

Eyes wide, Caleb stammered,

"Wha—what the hell happened?"

Pete only grinned mischievously and pulled out another item.

One that even Caleb recognized immediately.

"The Goblin Crown?! When did you—?!"

"I told you," Pete said with a wink. "When Neon takes on a job, he delivers."

Jhin , seeing the whole exchange, understood what had happened.

Of course.

This was Neon.

It was naïve to expect him to quietly follow anyone else’s plan.

Jhin smirked and pointed at the impostor.

"Let me guess. That guy tried to pull some kind of contract scam?"

"Old habits die hard," Pete replied lightly.

"Idiot. Who tries to scam Neon?"

Now, Jhin had the Goblin Crown firmly in his grasp.

The impostor could only stare in horror.

He scrabbled desperately at his head, searching—but the crown was already gone.

"You... how did you take my item?!"

And at that moment—the door connecting the boss room to the rest of the dungeon opened, and new goblins poured in.

Wielding massive clubs, they charged straight at Jhin and the others.

Seeing them coming, Caleb smiled grimly.

He thought they had nothing to fear now. After all, they had the Goblin Crown. The goblins should be theirs to command.

But Jhin said calmly,

"Detective, dodge them. You still can’t control those ones."

"Huh?"

Even after seizing the Goblin Crown, they had not yet transferred the control authority. The goblins would still attack them.

"Why didn’t you say that sooner?!"

Caleb yelped as he hurled himself aside, narrowly avoiding a goblin’s club.

Meanwhile, the Specters reacted to the goblins’ charge, and the entire battlefield descended into chaos.

Breathing hard after escaping the immediate danger, Caleb asked,

"Then what now?!"

"What do you mean?" Jhin replied with a shrug. "We take down Nuada first."

"Huh?!"

KWAANG!!

Another massive impact echoed.

The Wailing ghost crashed to the floor—its skeletal head shattered by Lykan’s club.

The battle was over.

The impostor, panic creeping into his face, ran toward Nuada and screamed,

"Kill them! Kill them all!!"

"...Yes."

THUD. THUD.

Nuada approached, each step shaking the ground. His massive, blood-red eyes locked onto Jhin .

The sheer weight of his presence made it hard to even breathe.

Jhin exhaled slowly.

"The one who holds the Goblin Crown becomes the Goblin King. But just like you need new wine for new wineskins, old goblins still remain bound to the previous king by their souls."

Nuada loomed close, glaring down with killing intent.

But in those crimson eyes... there was no real murderous rage.

Only control.

Only compulsion.

Nuada was originally destined to be the true Goblin King.

Had it not been for the Company’s interference—had they not seized the Goblin Crown—Lykan might have grown to awaken properly as a sovereign king.

This creature was of royal blood.

Yet he was forced into slavery before ever fulfilling his potential.

In his eyes, Jhin saw everything: rage, grief, loyalty twisted into chains—and an unbearable, bitter resentment toward humans.

He understood now.

"Die... human..."

Lykan’s giant club lifted slowly into the air—the same club that had smashed the Wailing ghost to pieces.

"Mr. Jhin ! Look out!!"

But Jhin didn’t move.

There was no will behind the attack.

No purpose.

It was just a puppet’s swing.

Jhin grinned, his golden eyes flaring brightly.

[Skill, ’Eye of the Flow (A)’ has been activated.]

He knew it.

Even if he couldn’t defeat Lykan directly—

Even if he couldn’t even take down the Wailing ghost alone—

At this moment, with the skill activated—

He could see it ... Nuada—Lykan—could be conquered.