I'm the Only One With a Different Genre - Chapter 132

Chapter 132
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“Ugh…”

The old man looked down at his chest. A sharp dagger was protruding from it.

Splurt!

“Ugh!”

As the dagger was pulled out, blood gushed out from the pierced chest. The old man staggered, covering his chest with his hand, and turned around.
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“How…?”

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The sturdy ropes that had bound her body so tightly were now shredded like paper scraps, lying in tatters on the floor, and the shackles that had restrained her ankles were split in half.

It was a miracle only possible because she worshipped the Gag Residents as gods.

‘Hah… It’s a good thing he let his guard down.’

Pia let out a long sigh of relief. If the old man had been more cautious, she might not have been able to pierce his heart so easily.

‘Before the scent of blood gets any stronger, I need to get the children and get out of here—’

“Hehehe…”

“…!”

Before she could finish her thought, the old man, with an unsettling laugh, suddenly stood up. Pia raised the dagger, her eyes trembling.

“How…? I definitely stabbed you in the heart!”

The old man chuckled maniacally and removed the hand covering his chest. Smooth, unblemished skin was revealed, as if nothing had happened.

“….!”

“If my heart had been here—then yes, that attack would have surely killed me.”

“What are you talking about…?”

Caught in the gag filter, the old man began to divulge information that he would normally never share.

“My heart was offered to the god, leaving this place completely empty. The god, in turn, granted me mercy and gave me a new heart that allows me to live forever!”

“Don’t tell me… you made a pact with a demon?”

“A demon? No! He is a great god!”

The old man had sacrificed the souls of a thousand children to turn his heart into a gem. It was somewhat akin to the path liches take.

Rumble!

From the old man’s body, black energy began to spread out like tentacles.

“Hehehe, fully grown ones are too tough and lack flavor… But I’ll show mercy so you can join the god.”

The old man, now enveloped in the black energy, exuded a terrifying aura. Pia gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on the dagger.

‘There has to be a heart somewhere. If I can find it…!’

As if reading Pia’s thoughts, the old man spoke in a chilling voice.

“Ah—are you looking for my heart?”

“…!”

“If you’re curious, I can tell you.”

The old man, like any villain under the gag filter, smirked and kindly explained.

“My heart is in the dungeon located in the third cell of the temple’s underground prison.”

“A… dungeon?”

“In there, you’ll find countless traps, doppelgängers that can duplicate your power twofold, security magic that even high-ranking wizards can’t break, and ten starving chimeras waiting for you.”

The old man’s words were akin to declaring himself immortal. Pia felt her body tremble with deep despair. The old man, reveling in Pia’s reaction, let out a more sinister laugh.

“Hehehe, as long as my heart is there, I can never die!”
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Just as he declared that, the cliché was triggered.

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Rusty iron bars, walls covered in moss, and the lack of windows due to its underground location—this was the temple’s underground prison, home to the dungeon where the old man’s heart was kept.

“Is this the place?”

Lian scratched the back of his head, deep in thought.

‘Since Pia and the children disappeared, I figured they’d be in the temple.’

Usually, cults mix existing religions with various bits of information. Lian thought the religion Pia believed in was one of those cases.

Although mixed with the Lian persona, the foundation was likely an already existing religion. So, if Pia disappeared, she would head to the temple! …Or so Lian thought.

‘Hmm, so where did they go?’

Contrary to his guess, the prison was completely empty.

‘Still, just in case, I should investigate thoroughly… huh?’

As he was about to scour the prison, he noticed a door blending in with the bricks of the wall, making it hard to spot.

“Could it be in here?”

Lian, his expression brightening, hurriedly approached the door. When he lightly pushed it, the door opened easily, like a simple wooden door.

“Pia? Are you in here..? Whoa!”

The moment he leaned his face through the door’s pitch-black darkness, it felt as if someone had pushed him from behind, causing him to stumble forward.

Crash!

“Oww…”

Since he hadn’t summoned his demon sword, he ended up rolling heavily on the floor.

Whoosh. As Lian entered the dungeon, the torches attached to the walls of the long corridor flickered to life.

“Huh? The door is gone?”

When he turned around, he saw only a wall. Lian scratched the back of his head and stood up.
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“I’m not sure what’s going on, but… I should press forward, I guess.”
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Like a true Gag Resident with infinite lives, he began to move forward without much concern. It wasn’t long before…

Click.

“Huh?”

He accidentally stepped on a trap trigger on the floor. Arrows shot out from the walls, piercing Lian’s body.

“Ouch…”

Frowning at the sensation of someone poking his side, Lian looked down at the arrows.

“Ah! There’s a hole in my clothes!”

With several outfits already ruined during his journey, every piece of clothing had become precious. Lian immediately pulled out the arrow with a pop and made a miserable face.

“If they were going to shoot, they could have at least aimed for my face…”

Muttering some rather grim thoughts, Lian started moving again, the arrow still in his hand.

Click, click, click.

“Huh?”

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As expected of a Gag Resident, he activated all the traps in the corridor.

Click, click. Countless holes, big enough to shoot arrows from, appeared in the walls.

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Swoosh! Swish!

It was as if arrows were raining down in a war; they hurtled toward him.

Thud, thud, thwack!

Arrows pierced Lian’s body or thudded into the ground, rolling around. After a minute, the rain of arrows stopped. Lian, with his body full of arrows, pulled out the one stuck in his face.

The arrows clattered to the ground, and Lian, now wearing rags that could no longer be called clothes, revealed his smooth skin, his face filled with sorrow.

“My clothes… How am I supposed to go home like this?”

He sniffled inwardly as he began picking up the arrows scattered on the ground. His habit of saving things was deeply ingrained.

Holding a bundle of arrows in his arms, he continued moving forward. How far did he go? A hallway much wider than the one he had just walked through awaited him.

‘…! An uphill path! If I go up there, I might be able to reach the surface!’

Lian cheered inwardly and rushed up the slope.

Rumble…

Just as he reached the top, the ceiling opened, and a massive boulder came hurtling down.

“Whoa!”

Startled, Lian threw away the arrows he was holding and ran back down. But just as he was about to dive into the narrow corridor…

Rumble…

“No, no!”

The gap between the narrow corridor and the wide corridor was suddenly blocked by a stone wall.

Crash! Thud!

“Heeek…”

Lian, now flattened like a piece of paper, floated limply for a moment before dropping with a thud onto the slope. With a pop, he returned to his original form. But his clothes were still in tatters.

“Ugh… Could these traps really keep coming?”

Lian staggered to his feet and began moving forward again. His grumbling demeanor was the epitome of a Gag Resident.
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Crack, creak, crunch!

“Aaah!”

And so, Lian steadily triggered and survived each of the hundreds of traps the old man had mentioned. But none of the traps could stop Lian.

After clearing all the traps in no time, Lian arrived in a white space covered in a thick fog. The ceiling was too high to see, and the walls were nowhere in sight.

The only things visible were the passage he had just exited and the entrance leading to a new passage on the opposite side. Lian immediately tried to head for the opposite entrance.

Swoosh.

At that moment, the white mist began to swirl, gathering together to form a shape. A white mannequin-like figure blocked Lian’s path to the entrance.

“Hmm…”

Lian considered summoning his demon sword, which he hadn’t felt the need to do so far, as he looked at the mannequin-like figure.

Creak, creak.

The figure contorted its body unnaturally, like a person who had been in a car accident, but soon its form began to shift smoothly like a slime.

It grew taller, its shoulders broadened, and it started to take on human skin. The doppelgänger, which could imitate its opponent’s power twofold, steadily morphed into Lian’s likeness.

Gurgle, gurgle.

Then, as if something had gone wrong, the form that had been taking shape began to distort.

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle! Pop!

Unable to handle the power of the gag filter, the doppelgänger burst apart. Lian stared blankly at the spot where the doppelgänger had vanished without a trace.

“What… was that?”

The old man’s proud “ultimate doppelgänger” had… been taken out in 0.1 seconds.

End of Chapter.