I Became a Level -99 Vicious Lord

As he entered the tomb, his heart sank to his stomach as he realized that all the standing stone statues had been destroyed.

‘Please, just not that part.’

Like a madman.

No, rather, a half-crazed Argonne rushed all the way to the tomb.

A treasure trove that was bare and empty.

And an equally barren armory.

“Ah.”

At the sight of the scorched remains of something, Argonne stopped dead in his tracks.

He didn’t need to see it to know what it was, burned beyond recognition.

“Em, Empress! Emmpprresss!”

Argonne fell down on his knees and crawled, stopping at the now charred remains of Beatrice.

Then he let loose a strangled cry.

“Arrrgghhhhh!!! Uuuuuuuuu!! Huhuhuhu!”

The Great Emperor Argonne recalled a moment from the past.

‘Though I may not be able to grant you the Empress in this life, it will be different in the distant future. When we meet again, I will surely promise you the Empress’s seat. So close your eyes in peace, for we will meet again soon.’

‘I will wait with faith.’

Until the moment Beatrice closed her eyes, she couldn’t become the empress and closed her eyes as the empress consort.

Having ascended to the throne in a coup d’état, Argonne the Great did not have a strong base of support.

He sought to stabilize his regime through arranged marriages with various families.

In particular, the Empress’s family played a crucial role.

The Empress was from a very noble and powerful family, and abdicating her would have put even the Emperor, Argonne the Great, in a political crisis.

He could not afford to let his hard-earned empire fall into the maelstrom of civil war, so he had to leave Beatrice alone as his consort.

For life….

So he arranged for her to be resurrected through black magic.

He then arranged for the Empress’s body to be switched with Beatrice’s.

This way, when Beatrice died, she would be buried as Empress, not as a mere consort.

Now, hundreds of years later, the Great Argonne has also been reincarnated.

He came here to reunite with Beatrice, hoping to forge a marriage that had failed in the past.

But it’s all for naught.

Little did he know, the woman he was supposed to reunite with would turn out to be reduced to nothing more than a pile of charred remains…

“I tried so hard to keep my promise… Hng… Why are you in this state now… Hweeeeek….”

For what seemed like hours, Argonne held Beatrice’s body – more of a wreck, really – and raged.

“I will definitely avenge you. I will repay them, a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold.”

Argonne had barely recovered his senses, gnashing his teeth as he vowed to avenge Beatrice.

But he was outraged by more than that.

“What… What the…!!!”

Argonne the Great shook with rage as he saw the white skeleton in his coffin to his left, smashed to pieces.

The skull was nowhere to be seen, and the rest of the bones had been reduced to near-powder.

That wasn’t all.

The drenched shroud was stained yellow and reeked of a foul odor, as if someone had pissed on it.

The Heart of the Empire and the Golden Greatsword were nowhere to be seen.

“What kind of bastards would do this to….”

At that moment.

*Squish!*

*Thud!

Argonne the Great stepped on something and slipped.

“Shit…?”

It was cold, but it was definitely human feces.

“Holy shit!!!”

The Great Emperor Argonne spat out a double entendre, fueled by evil.

He doesn’t know what kind of madman this guy is, but he can’t believe he pooped himself while doing it….

But that was not the end.

Death is just another great journey.

I sleep here with my eternal companion, and we shall be reunited again.

The will had been erased.

Yep. Fuck you.

The mockery of someone else’s words echoed through the Argonian’s mind.

“You… you… you…!!!”

In a fit of rage, the Argonne clenched his teeth until they chipped.

His body trembled like an aspen tree, his thought circuits shut down, and his blood pressure spiked, making it difficult to breathe.

It wasn’t enough that his tomb had been robbed of all its treasures, the empress murdered, his remains shattered, someone urinating and defecating on them, and now the tombstone on which he had written his last words had been defaced.

It was a humiliation he’d never experienced in his entire life, not just this life, but even his previous lives.

“I must.”

Argonne gritted his teeth, tears of blood dripping down his face.

His rage had reached his very marrow, and his eyes were bloodshot.

“I will. I will take my revenge. One way or another. I will find them. Tear. Tear them apart. Forever. Even in death. Make them suffer. even. after death.

Leaving the tomb, Argonne the Great ordered his subordinates.

“Find them.”

“Yes!”

However, his men found no trace of them.

The waist-deep snow made it impossible to find any tracks or discover any clues.

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“Huh! How did you manage to get them?”

Elder Alphondal was a bit surprised when Otto brought back a bunch of old armor made of Obsidium.

It was even more strange if he wasn’t surprised, since he had searched through every auction house and antique shop in the entire continent and hadn’t found a single one.

“The future of our family is bright! Conrad managed to salvage something in his last days, hahaha!”

“That’s too much praise.”

“Hahaha, wait just a bit. This gentleman should follow me.”

Alphondal led Kairos to the laboratory.

Otto passed the time by enjoying tea and sweets in the parlor while the ritual took place.

About two hours had passed.

“The ritual is getting long, so I guess you’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

Elder Alphondal stepped out of the laboratory door and glided toward Otto like a ghost.

*Shudder!*

Otto, who had just dozed off for a moment, was startled by the sight of the old man Alphondal.

‘Please don’t come at me like that! You look like a real ghost!’

Even though it was a fantasy world, it felt like a real ghost was approaching, and his heart sank.

“Did you say Otto?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“It may take a while, but rest assured, there’s no chance of the ritual failing.”

“Thank you for your hard work.”

“What hard work. Hahaha. It’s a good thing I have something to do at this age, hehehe.”

“Hahaha.”

“I only have a few months left to live, and I’m glad to be able to help out with some of the bad relationships of the past.”

“You don’t have much longer to live, you’ve developed a way to extend your life.”

“It’s a concept of using life wisely, not eternal life, and I’ve lived long enough to have no regrets, so it’s time to rest, Hahaha.”

“But you should live a long, long time.”

“Hahaha. That’s it, boy. To live longer is an insult at my age. Hehehe.”

Elder Alphondal didn’t seem to have any fear of death.

‘Well. Long life isn’t always good.’

As Otto thought about it, he subtly asked him a question.

“I wonder… if…’

“What?”

“What you said the other day.”

Otto asked cautiously, remembering his first meeting with Elder Alphondal.

‘If you’re Otto de Scuderia, I’ll take your life with my hands.’

Something about those words struck a chord with Otto, because he knew that in those cataracted eyes he could see a glimpse of the soul’s essence.

He had a nagging suspicion that Alphondal might have seen through Otto’s true identity.

“You said to me that if I were Otto de Scuderia, you’d take my life with your hand.”

“Ah.”

Alphondal’s head snapped up as if he’d just remembered. He nodded.

” I remember, yes, that’s what I said.”

“Why did you say that….”

“I don’t know.”

“What?”

“I only said it because your souls seemed foreign to my eyes.”

“You said they were foreign….”

“I don’t know how to describe it… I feel like your soul and body don’t align… but now that I see it, maybe I see it wrong?”

“……”

“Difficult, I suppose. I can’t quite put a word to it.”

“That, I see.”

“Well, if I were a dragon, I’d be able to look at it with precision. Hahaha.”

“What? A dragon?”

“That’s what it says in the ancient texts. The eye of the dragon. It says that a dragon’s eye can see right through the essence of a soul. But what’s the point? Dragons have been extinct for over a thousand years. It’s just this old man spitting out some nonsense because his eyes are glazed over, so don’t take it too much to heart….”

However, Alphondal’s next words did not reach Otto’s ears.

‘Dragons are extinct?’

They were on the verge of extinction, but wasn’t there still one last one left?

Right next to him.

“Who… What???”

Of course, he had the fatal disadvantage of suffering from dementia.