Frondier continued onward.
Having realized why he knew the path, he felt no hesitation. His pace quickened.
This vast space was Menosorpo's rune. He had to reach the innermost part to understand what it meant.
‘I got Menosorpo as a dungeon reward.’
At the sanctuary's question, "What god do you believe in?", Frondier answered, "I don't believe in gods."
He wasn't sure if it was the most appropriate answer, but the sanctuary gave him Menosorpo.
In this world where the existence of gods was a given, only Frondier could have said that.
Thinking about it now, the person who created this question must have been waiting.
Waiting for someone who, apart from coming from another world, would doubt the grace and power of gods.
‘To think I'd get the hint from Manggot.’
The complex terrain of Manggot was, in fact, the shape of Menosorpo's rune. Naturally, in this era, only Frondier could recognize it. Manggot, which he thought was a natural labyrinth, was surprisingly artificial.
Even without getting lost, it took a long time to reach the innermost part. It was definitely impossible for someone who didn't completely memorize the path to enter.
And finally, he arrived at the deepest part.
The place Frondier reached with high expectations was...
“...It's nothing special.”
Frondier, who had been preparing to be amazed, stood there feeling a little awkward.
Of course, it wasn't completely empty. The ceiling was higher here than in other places, and a round table in the center caught his eye. Perhaps Belphegor and the shepherds of Manggot held meetings here.
If the war had been an attack by the Empire, would the Imperial forces have been able to reach this place? Ironically, he thought the damage would have been even greater.
Frondier slowly looked around and brushed his hand over the round table. This place, which had been the meeting place for the shepherds until recently, was now filled with silence.
Perhaps the shepherds of Manggot didn't know that the place where they held their meetings was actually the center of the rune.
‘I wonder if Belphegor knew.’
Ancient language was the language of humans. Frondier didn't think Belphegor could decipher it, but he must have known about its existence.
Belphegor, who knew the terrain perfectly, must have also noticed the strange shape of Manggot.
Frondier, who was looking around while brushing the round table, soon found something written small on the opposite wall, past the table.
Frondier couldn't read the short word written in the ancient language. To be precise, it wasn't that he couldn't read it, but rather that he couldn't be sure if the word meant what he read.
But this time, Frondier knew exactly what the word he was looking at was.
‘...So this is what the letters looked like.’
Frondier knew the pronunciation and meaning of the word before the letters.
It wasn't that he had read the letters, but rather that his smartwatch had told him.
The name of the rune, now indispensable in his battles.
Frondier read the word.
Since he hadn't used the rune, his utterance should have ended as just an utterance.
A faint light spread from where Frondier was standing. He briefly admired the bright lines of light that slowly but surely filled the space.
The entire vast terrain of Manggot was activated as a single rune. The sight was beautiful, but Frondier wasn't particularly surprised or excited.
Because he knew the outcome of this flow.
The brilliant light gradually lost its power, and Manggot returned to its original state without any change. There was no difference from before Frondier spoke.
“Well, that's to be expected. A lot of time has passed since then.”
The Menosorpo in Manggot was currently incomplete. Frondier realized this when he entered the labyrinth while referencing Menosorpo's rune.
Perhaps it was the mark of time. The lines were broken here and there, and the symbols were missing or incorrect. Walls crumbled from long years of wind and waves, letters damaged.
And, in fact, a lot of it was Frondier's fault.
“The mana sword energy I shot at Manggot. I really tore Manggot apart.”
To draw out Belphegor, the leader of Manggot, Frondier had fired 'Pile Driving' a combination of Mjölnir and Excalibur, at Manggot. He had controlled the power and direction, but it was an excessively forceful knock.
Naturally, it had also affected this rune.
“...As if everything was, predetermined.”
Frondier smiled bitterly.
He was probably the only one who could recognize that Manggot was Menosorpo's rune. Only Frondier knew the original form of the rune and could perfectly apply it.
And only Frondier could restore the incomplete rune to its original form.
Was this arrangement, or coincidence?
“I don't know if I have enough magic power.”
Frondier opened his right hand.
Frondier created a Dragon Heart in his hand for the first time in a while.
It wasn't the original he had created with Mei, but the fake one he used for mana doping.
He hadn't used it much since absorbing Helheim's mana, but he thought he would be short on mana this time.
“The tie is always the same.”
Frondier swallowed the Dragon Heart, and at the same time, his tie shone.
Mana surged. With Helheim's mana and his expanded mana capacity, Frondier could now gauge the size of the Dragon Hearts he had been swallowing.
‘I've been doing some really dangerous things.’
He understood why he had almost died in his first fight with Renzo. No, it wasn't that he almost died, but rather that he had died and Aten had revived him.
“Okay. Let's pour it all out.”
Frondier gathered his overflowing mana and stretched both hands towards the sky.
The power that had opened with the level-up of Weaving and returned the Empire's barrier to its glory days.
The ground where Frondier was standing began to shake. Rolling pebbles, rock fragments, and dust gathered and flew towards somewhere. Tilted pillars straightened, and holes in the walls were filled.