The Artist Who Paints Dungeon-Chapter 94

“I think I made a dungeon.”

“Oh.”

Aria, who hadn’t returned home yet even though the sun had risen, spoke politely as if she were a gentleman, expressing sincere admiration.

“You do have a desire for revenge against the ones who caused your pain and death, my human teacher.”

“There’s no such thing.”

“If it wasn’t for the purpose of tormenting humans, why did you create the dungeon?”

“I drew it because I wanted to.”

“Aha.”

Aria nodded.

“If you’re a teacher, you can do that.”

“I don’t know what kind of being you think I am.”

“There is something like that.”

In many ways, Geo was an unpredictable being. Even Aria.

Then, he could have created the dungeon with fragments of hatred and resentment toward humans, subconsciously, or he could have just thoughtlessly and lived a hobby without any worries or concerns and the dungeon would suddenly appear.

Aria looked at the frame Geo was looking at.

“Are you talking about this picture?”

“I drew it a long time ago, but no matter how much I think about it....”

“It looks like a dungeon, right?”

Aria, who was looking at the picture of the city filled with colorless colors, asked.

“What’s the name?”

“.......”

Geo answered.

“The City of the Void.”

The system clearly said that.

“It’s not the name I gave it.”

“Then I guess the structure gave it to me.”

“What is the structure?”

“Ah... On Earth, they call it the Source.”

“The Source.”

It was a name I had heard from Yoo Seong-un once.

Contrary to his self-proclaimed gardener, Yoo Seong-un did not reveal much about the related knowledge, but he did know a little about the Source.

‘The Great Bread of Systems...’

He had understood it as the mother of all systems and the manager of all fates.

“I see.”

“What do you want to do with this, sir?”

“I didn’t want to do anything.”

Geo felt a little wronged.

“I just wanted to draw.”

What artist would draw a picture for practicality?

“A picture on a canvas is for admiration, not to be chewed, torn, tasted, or enjoyed.”

For example, you don’t draw a picture to beat up people. Even if it has monetary value or additional elements and can be traded here and there, a picture basically exists to be appreciated.

Aria, who was silent for a moment at Geo’s words, asked.

“Are you trying to say that you created a dungeon without intention?”

“What’s the problem?”

“It’s a bit much, but....”

A dungeon couldn’t be created without intention.

It’s about creating a world, a law, that’s nothing else. No matter how diverse the ways in which a dungeon is formed are, it couldn’t be created without the will of the dungeon owner.

‘But I just wanted to draw this, so I created it.’

The swaying gray city came into view.

“.......”

Soon, Aria smiled her characteristically languid smile. A perfect and beautiful smile that would capture the hearts of many women if she were to enter society right away.

“Well, that could be possible.”

“Right?”

“Then, then.”

Wasn’t Aria already giving up on completely understanding Geo?

‘I thought he was not ordinary even when he was human, but I didn’t know his true nature was like this.’

If Geo was of such a high and indecipherable class, he could have created the world with just one stroke of the brush. It was only natural for a painter to create a world called a painting.

“So what exactly were you worried about?”

“I wondered if I could just leave it like this.”

“Hmm....”

“I don’t want to throw away the painting.”

“Why are you throwing this away, it’s such a waste.”

A dungeon is a dungeon after all, and it is a world that cannot help but draw something in.

‘If we leave it like this, Earthlings will probably get eaten.’

Even if Geo didn’t intend to do that, what could he do? When a human steps on a bug while walking down the street, do you think he intended to do that? Even if Geo had drawn the world as a hobby without meaning, someone would eventually be dragged into the dungeon.

‘But I don’t think it’s necessary to tell you this now...’

This picture was also a world Geo had drawn.

‘That means that such a world would never do something that would displease its master and parent.’

Time would tell us what kind of laws and tastes this had.

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“...I think we’ll be able to figure out something if we leave it alone.”

“Is that so?”

“It’s a dungeon that was built not long ago.”

Aria scanned the gray picture up and down.

“There aren’t any children that the teacher created separately, right?”

He was referring to the monsters in the dungeon.

“A dungeon that was born not long ago doesn’t work actively. If the teacher directly encourages it, it might be fine, but if you leave it alone, its growth will be slow, so don’t worry too much.”

“.......”

“Teacher?”

“...Am I the parent?”

Geo’s heart sank.

“Is this picture alive?”

“...Is it okay to look at it that way?”

Aria explained lightly.

“Not all dungeons are like that, but the more closely connected a dungeon is to its owner, the stronger its tendency to be a living creature becomes. It has its own ego and grows....”

“Is the ‘City of Void’ that closely connected to me?”

“Depending on the owner’s abilities, its appearance as a living creature becomes clear, and from what I’ve seen, this is enough of a situation.”

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They became shameless parents who gave birth to their children without thinking and didn’t even know they had children.

“I’m trash.”

“I understand what you’re thinking, but calm down, it’s not like that.”

If you look at it broadly, it’s a living thing, but strictly speaking, it’s hard to say that a dungeon is a real living thing.

“If we compare it to Earth, it’s like artificial intelligence. If you look closely at the vast nature, its detailed flow and structure are visible, and when you look at it from afar, that emotionless system looks like a living thing.”

It wasn’t actually alive.

“You don’t have to be so shocked.”

“I understand, but it still hurts a little bit.”

“It’s amazing that you can still hurt a little bit even at that point.”

Now, Geo was an ambiguous person to call him a complete human. The fact that he maintained this unique sensitivity was a miracle that even Aria had a hard time explaining.

“Hmm....”

Aria, who had been examining the picture a little more, continued.

“...It’s definitely a dungeon that was created not long ago, so there are many immature parts.”

“How did you raise Aria’s dungeon?”

“So it’s not like a child... Well, I guess I should say I raised it, but it’s more like I just made devices here and there.”

“You make devices?”

“You make a game board.”

Since Aria had observed many dungeons up until then, she was able to explain a little.

“In the case of my dungeon, it just grew naturally as I stayed there. The environment was created according to my imagination, and as I studied it, monsters appeared, and at some point, foreign substances came in, and as I looked for a way to deal with them, various traps were set up...”

They grew together over a long period of time. To Aria, her dungeon was closer to a close friend than a child.

“I’ve even seen dungeon owners who set up the board with a plan.”

“If you decide to make a plan, what is it for?”

“He was someone who focused on how to express his hatred for humans most systematically.”

Aria nodded.

“The most important thing in managing a dungeon is the owner’s sense of purpose and his image. When the owner is clear about what he wants from the dungeon, things will grow more naturally.”

Of course, this dungeon was an exception.

“I’m not sure if your dungeon is the same as other guys’ dungeons. This kind of world is basically filled with strong emotions toward something, and the owner of the dungeon naturally has a purpose....”

“I have no idea.”

“If that’s the problem, then I guess it’s a problem.”

It was different from other dungeons in many ways.

“Probably, if the teacher didn’t intend it, this dungeon would be different from other dungeons. There might be no rules, there might not be monsters, and the situations would be different.”

“Is that a problem?”

“I don’t know if it would be a problem, but it’s clear that it’s entirely up to the teacher how to utilize it. If you created the world, it can’t be otherwise.”

There is no structure that goes against the Creator’s will.

“The Honey that the teacher created is the same.”

“Oh, is it the same case?”

“Come to think of it, on Earth, they say that these things are the children of the Origin....”

“Honey is the child of Geo.”

“.......”

Suddenly, Aria realized.

“...Then the teacher must be the Origin.”

This person could be the Origin.

“Isn’t that so?”

A pitch-black piece of paper that could become anything.

“.......”

“If that’s the case, then I really don’t have to worry about food anymore.”

“...I really don’t feel nervous....”

“More than anything, it’s a great fortune to be free from the shackles of taxes.”

“Is that really all you have to say?”

So I felt a little relieved.

“You really haven’t changed.”

Maybe it’s because you’ve already changed so much and can change so much that it seems like you’re staying the same.

Aria slowly tilted her head, feeling an ominous sense of comfort.

“So how do you plan on using this?”

“A resort?”

“Are you serious?”

“Isn’t it okay?”

“...Well, I guess that’s what the teacher wants."

“Gi Hae.”

I thought that the most intense and vivid emotions were anger and hatred.

That’s why so many monsters with deep hatred for humans were able to create this world, and because they were the owners of it, they created a world that suited their tastes.

‘So if it wasn’t a world created from those emotions.’

No matter how it was used, it was Geo’s mind.

“... ... .”

However, this thought occurred to him.

“If you created a normal world that wasn’t even a game board, could you call it human?”

Geo answered with his characteristically blunt face.

“That can happen in life. Aria has such a narrow-minded way of thinking... .”

“Yeah, I knew you’d say that. I’m an idiot for asking even though I knew it.”

It was so consistent that it gave me goosebumps.

Geo visited the ‘City of Emptiness’ for the first time.

“... ... .”

“Indeed, this is the world you created, teacher.”

“...Isn’t Isser busy?”

With his disciple Isser, who had grown up so much in the blink of an eye.

“Is it okay for the dungeon master to be absent like this?”

“In fact, I’m the second master, so whether I’m there or not, it doesn’t really matter.”

“I see.”

Well, the master of the house might not be home, of course.

In the first place, Geo, the master of the ‘Empty City’, was visiting for the first time, and Geo’s narrow-minded idea that the dungeon master should be busy might have been his.

“.......”

However, he felt a little strange.

“...Is this the worrying heart of parents whose children are of marriageable age are stuck at their parents’ house...?”

“Where is the marriageable age of a mermaid?”

“I’m feeling restless. I’m sure he wanted me to visit the house often, but I feel complicated because I feel like I’m stuck here too much.”

“When did you come to catch me because my neighbors never come to visit me...?”

“That’s true.”

Still, I was a little worried.

“The dungeon is a place that also doubles as a home, so you wouldn’t leave it empty all the time, right?”

“We also thought that it would be a bit problematic if both of us were to be absent....”

Isser nodded.

“We decided to take turns coming to your house.”

“I hope you don’t feel pressured to visit your parents’ house.”

“I come because I like it, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

Isser smiled bitterly as he said that.

“I’m a little scared that the place you’re at might suddenly disappear.”

“Even though the door is still open.”

But Geo didn’t talk any longer. Aren’t they students who were still raised with much affection, regardless of the annoying things?

‘More than anything, the longer you stay at my house, the more peaceful Isser’s heart will be and the peace of humanity will be preserved.’

There was no reason to dislike the fact that they visited my house often.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your lives, I don’t mind either.”

“Oh, then I’ll see you often.”

“It would be better if you brought some clams when you come.”

“Clams... How about fish?”

“That’s fine too. Since I live in the forest, I’m drawn to seafood.”

Geo nodded and turned his head to look at the gray world.

“So.”

“.......”

“How about the impression?”

Isser, who had his eyes on the empty city, slowly opened his mouth.

“...There’s nothing.”

It was indeed an empty city, worthy of its name.

A Painter Who Draws Dungeon