Volume 5 Chapter 5 Wrath of the Heavens
"It's raining right from the start," Horace muttered, glancing up at the gray sky.
The Chaos Stone Dragonstone Kingdom's 'Wrath of the Heavens' is one of the four major dungeons.
Unlike other dungeons filled with traps or monsters, its greatest challenge is the unpredictable 'weather,' which makes it incredibly troublesome.
This dungeon starts raining the moment you enter.
"And the ground is muddy as always... I really hate it."
Horace grumbled, his boots sinking slightly into the wet earth.
Most dungeons have stone corridors, but 'Wrath of the Heavens' is a natural-type dungeon.
There's soil beneath your feet and a sky above, with a horizon that curves like a sphere.
It's pure 'nature'—and when nature turns harsh, it's far from ideal for human activity.
"...So, Deus, what do you think?"
"Huh, me?"
Next to Horace, a boy who looked about five years old was playing in the mud.
He resembled Horace, with black hair, but this boy had bright red hair.
He wore a simple T-shirt and shorts, his plump, cheerful face full of curiosity.
If Horace called him Deus, then this child-like figure must be 'that kind of thing.'
"Hmmm... I want to eat a hamburger."
"I'll make one later, so tell me what you think about this dungeon,."
"Yay!"
His excitement over a hamburger confirmed he was indeed a child—at least in behavior.
"So, it's a dungeon! Yeah... the clouds look like cotton candy."
"I've heard people compare white clouds to cotton candy, but gray rain clouds? That's new."
"It's my first time saying it!"
"...Sigh, let's change the question."
"?"
"Do you intend to answer seriously, Deus?"
"Nope!"
Horace thought, 'I'm going to knock him down,' about 90% serious, but it felt wrong to hit a five-year-old, even if he was... *that*.
"...Sigh, this morning you sneaked into Rangella's bed, causing chaos in the mansion. Yet you seem so relaxed."
"It's so much fun to shout 'Mommy!' and cling to people!"
"It's against the rules to do that to Ivan, you know."
"The world felt like it was going to shatter from his punches, so I won't do it anymore,"
Deus said, shuddering visibly at the memory.
"A real five-year-old would've died from those blows. How can Ivan hit with such force?"
"Because I'm a golem you made."
"That's the only regrettable thing about that body of yours."
Horace's battle equipment, 'Deus Ex Machina,' had unexpectedly transformed into a human body this morning, shocking everyone.
Even Horace seemed surprised, and the mansion was in an uproar.
Adding to the confusion was Deus's childlike appearance, leading to countless instances of being called "mommy" and hugged.
Incidentally, his face closely resembled Horace's, and since only Ramella had red hair, the atmosphere in the workshop had frozen. It couldn't be helped.
Moreover, Deus had gone too far, even jumping onto Ivan and calling him "mommy," which led to a brutal beating.
Ivan looked pained after the blows, but Deus had become well-behaved since.
The punches had gone beyond abuse and reached lethal force, which was probably enough discipline for Deus.
"Haa... by the way, I couldn't hear—what's going on?"
"Hm? Ah... about the 'Myriad Legion base,' when you started the live broadcast, you obtained a material that could automate magic use, right? I just tweaked the one I put it in the Item Box and incorporated it."
"Ah, that one... no, I didn't think that material would establish such intent when I analyzed it with magic."
Automation is, after all, automation.
In simple terms, it's close to programming.
Therefore, it should be limited to 'self-like things' and not reach the realm of will or self.
Horace believed it wouldn't reach the level of past golems thought to have will.
However, Deus incorporating that material was beyond Horace's expectations.
"Well, no point lamenting what's done! Let's find a branch perfect for hooking and lifting Ms. Rangella's miniskirt!"
"Why are you such a perverted brat?"
"Because I couldn't relieve my sexual urges for so long!"
"...What about your sleep and hunger?"
"Ah, I slept normally sometimes, and for hunger, I secretly absorbed some ingredients."
"I thought something was missing, and it was you!"
"Oh, by the way, do you remember finding metals you didn't recall acquiring? That's me practicing alchemy. I call it 'poop,'"
"Don't call alchemy 'poop'!"
"Well, the human body is so mysterious, I can't help but express it that way."
"That's true, but still!"
"Besides, I don't want criticism from someone who advises 'it feels like pushing out poop' when solidifying magic!"
"..."
Horace had no retort.
Yes, it felt like Deus's sense of language was influenced by Horace's own.
"...Heh,"
Deus smirked, clearly proud of his argument.
Though irritated, Horace couldn't find a verbal comeback.
"...Sigh, whatever, just don't get in my way."
"Then I'll go find a branch!"
Deus cheered, running off.
"When you gather them, I'll burn them right in front of you."
"That's harsh!"
Deus protested, but his laughter echoed through the rainy dungeon.
Thus, Horace and Deus ventured deeper into 'Wrath of the Heavens.'
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