To Baka, the Artificial Labyrinth was his life. Every loss pained him deeply. After all, he and his ancestors had built it bit by bit. If not for his cooperation with the Dark Faction, he would never have offered the Artificial Labyrinth to them as a stronghold.
Of course, Baka could not be blamed for that. Without cooperating with the Dark Faction, he simply would not have had the wealth to continue building the Artificial Labyrinth. Although his younger brother had also been working hard to earn money, it was merely a drop in the bucket for the Artificial Labyrinth. Strictly speaking, the Artificial Labyrinth had been built with the Dark Faction's support. It had been tied to them from the very beginning. In short, it all came down to one word: money.
"Who are you?" Finn asked warily as he looked at the burly man before him, completely shrouded in a cloak. Even though the other man had helped him earlier, he did not lower his guard.
"Little man, Riveria. It's been a long time." The newcomer pulled back his hood, revealing his true face.
"Overlord Chardo! You're alive!" Finn and Riveria cried out when they saw him.
"Of course I'm alive. This isn't the place to talk. Let's leave first." As Chardo spoke, he punched the wall behind Finn, blasting a hole through the barrier made from the hardest metals and rare dropped materials. The Artificial Labyrinth's paths were complicated and ever-changing, with doors blocking the way at every turn. Leaving through the normal routes was far from easy—not to mention that green vines now filled the labyrinth.
The Artificial Labyrinth was, after all, man-made. Compared to the Dungeon, it had far more passageways. But that meant nothing to Chardo. They only had to travel in a straight