Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1447 895: Open My Eyes, I Am...

"Aaaaargh—"It was a scream filled one hundred percent with pure terror, without a single trace of any other emotion mixed in.

And it was precisely this kind of pure, primal scream that ignited the most primitive fear in the hearts of the other Believers who were the victim's companions.

The moment the scream rang out, the pedestrians on the street outside the alley all jumped in fright and bolted without even daring to look toward the source of the sound; none of them dared to investigate what was happening in that dark corner spewing fire.

The guards who heard the commotion had at first taken a few steps forward, wanting to intervene, but as the sound clearly entered their ears, their forward steps instantly turned into retreat, their eyes darting around guiltily.

Even the guards showed such cowardice; there was no point expecting any kind of heroic display from the people inside the alley.

"Th-this, this this this..."

The Believers of the Free People staggered and fell to the ground, legs trembling, pale shock written all over their faces.

"What the hell is that!"

They saw only Todd, in the midst of a hoarse roar, spew blazing yellow flames from his eyes that, in an instant, completely devoured the head of the Believer in front of him.

Fire spraying from his eyes? What kind of Magic could even do that?

And why did these flames give them a feeling like... tears?

"Let him go, quick, let him go!" someone shouted at the Believer being burned by the flames.

But that Believer had completely lost the ability to respond, his hands still frozen in the motion of lifting Todd up, which resulted in the yellow flames continuously blasting into his face.

He had already lost the ability to scream; it was uncertain whether he was even still alive.

No one dared step forward to pull Todd away; each of them backed off as if avoiding a plague, but one person was a fraction slower and was hit squarely by the splashing "tears."

The next moment they replaced the Believer who had lost his voice and began screaming.

What sprayed out from Todd's eyes...

was the Mad Fire.

The Believer of the Free People whose whole body was burning finally let go of Todd. Todd fell to the ground in a heap, his eyes still intermittently sprinkling Mad Fire across the floor, and he himself seemed unaware that what was streaming out of his eyes was not tears.

"Monster, it's a Monster!"

The remaining Believers of the Free People fled in utter panic, even abandoning those companions driven insane by the Mad Fire; the whole group ran out of the alley without once looking back.

Todd heard the commotion over there, but his eyes were so irritated he couldn't see a thing; he could only hear crackling noises by his ears.

Like fat exploding in a fire.

He rubbed his eyes hard, rubbing and rubbing until the irritation lessened somewhat, and he could vaguely make out the scene before him.

The children he had brought out to buy sweets, and the guards who had been beaten down earlier, were all gathered together on one side.

They were bowing deeply toward the direction where he lay.

"You... what are you... doing..."

The question came out of his mouth in broken fragments, and in the next instant a wave of vertigo surged through his mind, making heaven and earth spin.

Todd, a Magician at least in name, immediately realized this was the overdrawn fatigue caused by excessive Magic Power consumption—serious enough to be fatal!

But what the hell had he done to overdraw his Magic Power?

This question was doomed not to be answered right now, because Todd gave a little crack and passed out on the spot.

No one knew how much time had passed.

[Mad Fire Believer, open your eyes, I am....]

Todd's consciousness rose and fell in pitch-black darkness, as though he were on a vast sea being battered over and over by wild winds and giant waves. This was the state of awareness every Magician experienced after overdrawing their Magic Power.

In the past he would just grit his teeth, endure the pain, and it would be over, but this time, within his own consciousness, he heard another voice, urging him to open his eyes.

"Who... are you..."

Todd opened his eyes.

In an instant, all darkness peeled away from the world before him, and a yellow Sun was quietly floating in front of him.

His mouth fell open wider than the bowl he used to eat; what was he seeing? This was...

A Sun formed from Mad Fire!

Endless light and heat poured from this Sun down onto his body; the pain caused by the overdrawn Magic Power vanished in a heartbeat, and he even felt a kind of transcendent, floating sensation.

Only then did Todd realize that the voice he had just heard was not coming from this mysterious Mad Fire Sun before his eyes, but from his own subconscious, urging him to wake up.

Wake up to behold this miracle!

But a Mad Fire Sun and all that—wasn't that the form of the Mad Fire God he had randomly made up to dupe his Believers?

Looking again at the Mad Fire Sun before him, brimming with light and heat and Divinity, it was absolutely no fake.

No way—the Mad Fire God had manifested!?

Holy shit!

Could it be that my tears earlier were also because of the Mad Fire...

Todd suddenly didn't dare think about anything at all, because he had heard that Gods could see straight into mortal minds. He didn't know why this Mad Fire God before him would pick a mortal like him, but he had to maintain absolute respect and awe.

"You... you actually... really exist..."

The Mad Fire Sun simply burned quietly, with no extra movement or change.

Yet Todd felt as though he could read some kind of information from the leaping flames.