I Alone Regress in a Hero Party That Was Annihilated - Chapter 11

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#11. Treasure Hunt (1)

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At the mere age of fifteen, he had reached the 2-Star Realm.

It was an achievement tremendous enough to turn the entire family upside down.

A divine record with no precedent among all renowned sword families and one that would never be broken in the future.

It was a level that far surpassed even the most celebrated geniuses of the world.

However, that was no reason to be satisfied with the current situation.

Featherback deeply regretted not being able to overcome the 3-Star Wall.

‘…Can’t be helped.’

Considering his realm from before regression, there was still a long way to go.

Featherback moved his steps without hesitation.

Soon, a large door came into view.

A door so massive and crude that it seemed like it could be an entrance to hell.

From its overwhelming atmosphere, Featherback could finally tell that he had reached the heart of the Secret Vault.

Mörsolt’s Sanctuary.

The greatest hidden piece of this century lay sleeping beyond this door.

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It was different from the interior of the cave that had been filled with ornate decorations and paintings.

The large door leading to the Deep Chamber.

Not even a single common sculpture could be seen in the surroundings.

However, Featherback knew that door was anything but ordinary.

Its lack of ornamentation wasn’t because there was no intention to craft it, but because there was no technique capable of doing so.

‘Indeed.’

Featherback approached the door and brought his hand to its pitch-black surface.

In an instant.

…Zap!

His body reacted.

His skin trembled finely.

Soon, the entrails in his stomach began to boil and churn violently like molten metal in a furnace.

A shock that felt like all the bones in his body were turning to powder came crashing over him.

Nevertheless, Featherback did not remove his hand from the door.

‘What a troublesome metal.’

Featherback knew the material of the door.

Orichalcum.

A metal treated as far more precious than even ‘Mithril,’ which was called the tears of God.

Before regression, a sword with about 10% orichalcum mixed in was traded at the price of an entire castle.

What would happen if all this orichalcum of this size were melted down and sold?

‘I could probably buy an entire small nation.’

To think they made such a massive door with that precious orichalcum.

What kind of family was Mörsolt in the past?

Featherback removed his hand from the door.

As he slowly stepped back.

Kurrrrrrrk—

A demon’s mouth opened in the center of the door.

An orichalcum tongue extended between the sharp, pointed teeth.

Featherback dropped several black fragments onto it.

They were Death Knight armor fragments.

Not human sacrifice, but Demon Body Offering.

Offering the remains of slain dead as a substitute for the passage ritual.

This was a method he had learned through various trials and errors.

Soon.

Crunch— Crunch— Crunch—

The demon’s maw chewed and swallowed the Death Knight fragments.

Ku—ddddddddddddk!

Once the offering was complete, the orichalcum door began to open.

The scenery visible beyond was hardly of the mortal world.

“….”

Even Featherback, who knew what would be there in advance, couldn’t help but be amazed anew at the sight.

It was like a ‘mountain of treasure.’

It was a scene as if all the desires of this world had been gathered in one place.

The appearance of the artifacts visible under the soft light blurred the distinction between reality and unreality.

Featherback walked forward.

Step— Step— Step—

The first thing that caught his eye was a golden mountain range made of gold coins.

Pillars made of jewels and silver were driven like stakes throughout the golden mountain range.

Passing through that section, chunks of mithril emitting purple light came into view.

No expression could be more fitting than ‘ridiculously abundant.’

Featherback nodded as he looked at that sight.

While not as much as the orichalcum I just saw, mithril is also an incredibly precious metal.

‘Unlike orichalcum, whose use as a weapon is limited to armaments, mithril has infinite applications. Not only for swordsmen’s equipment but also for mages’ reagents. Catalysts for magic circles. Depending on the situation, it could even be used as material to create a great magic circle for a castle. With that amount… I might even be able to complete Garmelda’s Equation.’

During the Demon Realm War, we barely received any support from mages due to the shortage of mithril supplies.

Ever since the Beauvoir Mines, the mithril vein region that the Human Alliance needed, was suddenly occupied by an awakened Ice Dragon.

So the emotions I felt while looking at this were bound to be even greater.

But the ancestors’ legacy didn’t end there.

…No, everything up to this point was merely the beginning.

As I walked along the small central path, even more magnificent things entered Featherback’s field of vision.

Golden brilliant rays of light descended from the high arched ceiling of the treasure vault, forming a dazzling waterfall of light.

Fist-sized gems overflowing from wide-open treasure chests.

Diamonds, rubies, pearls, obsidian, croix, garnets, topaz, sapphires, judecca, lapis lazuli, emeralds, amber…

All kinds of rare gems that could be used as accessories and magical catalysts were scattered everywhere, rolling around like pebbles.

The gems reflected faint clusters of light, sparkling in rainbow colors.

Those lights bounced off the walls and ceiling, creating starlike points.

In the center of the mountain of gold and silver treasures, a lake of mercury rippled.

Rare minerals that had sunk beneath the mirror-like surface shone like stars in the Milky Way.

In front of that, colorful reagents and mana stones the size of a child’s head were scattered about, and on the bookshelf in one corner of the cavern, ancient magic books were lined up in rows.

A scene that mages would probably try to obtain even if they had to rip out their own hearts to offer.

However, the absolute masterpiece among them all was on the small table visible beyond the bookshelf.

A glass bottle placed on an antique table made of platinum.

A liquid that sparkled as if all the light in the world had been ground up and poured into it.

Elixir.

The eternal spiritual medicine said to be able to revive even the dead.

There were as many as ten bottles of it sitting there.

‘…Right, these things were here too.’

Elixir is a priceless treasure.

Meaning it’s not something you can obtain just because you have money.

A sacred relic that can only be created when a being with divine power at the Saint level or higher sacrifices their life to perform Sacred Awakening.

‘Actually, this alone would be enough to justify the value of the secret vault.’

Ten elixirs could revive ten lives.

What if these could be used to revive Humanity’s Last Heroes?

The faces of the human heroes who died so regrettably during the Demon Realm War flashed through my mind.

If even just one of them could have been revived, the tide of war would have changed dramatically.

…What if it were ten of them?

It was truly something that could turn the world upside down.

To think that treasures of this magnitude lay sleeping beneath the castle of Mörsolt, which was now said to have fallen into decline.

Featherback felt a faint tremor at the emotion that struck him anew.

This place was not simply a treasure vault.

A world that transcended time and space, a space where ancient mysteries and legends dwelt.

The moment one stepped into this place, the boundary between reality and dreams vanished.

If only the treasures here could be properly utilized, Mörsolt, which had fallen to a Count House, could instantly transform into a Duke House, or even a Royal House.

However.

‘It’s a futile endeavor. All of these things.’

Featherback boldly turned his gaze away from the treasures.

Ancient Magic Books and various weapons and equipment radiating spiritual energy, great swords forged and smelted from Dragon Bone and chain mail cast from Demon Fang, cloaks woven from Angel Skin—tremendous treasures caught his eye, but he ignored them all.

Featherback knew well that all of these things were mere facades, deceptions that ultimately constituted traps.

Those who had come to explore the Secret Vault in the past had fallen into these traps and suffered annihilation-level damage.

The root of the problem had been bringing along low-quality individuals who would lose their minds over mere Gold Coins.

‘The traps that were triggered then caused not only the unworthy but also important people to get caught up and lose their lives.’

The Mörsolt Ancestors had thoroughly arranged countermeasures to prevent Grave Robbers.

Their stubborn attitude that anyone who would be deceived by such trivial trinkets could not be recognized as their descendant.

The Featherback before regression had succeeded in barely obtaining the ‘final treasure’ while avoiding the triggered traps, but… due to being too late, he ended up damaging it in the subsequent attack by demons.

And the half-broken treasure he had obtained that way had clear limitations.

How much regret upon regret had he piled up after that.

‘This time I won’t make the same mistake.’

Featherback knew it painfully well.

What could be taken out from this dungeon was only one thing.

Only one ‘most valuable thing.’

Step— Step— Step—

Featherback walked forward.

Then he approached the small altar at the end of the cavern.

What lay upon it was a small, old box.

Featherback reached out his hand toward that box, which seemed quite shabby compared to the treasures positioned around it.

Everything he had seen so far was all secondary, packaging for deception.

The real thing was this.

‘This is the reason for the Secret Vault’s existence. The one treasure that overwhelms the value of all else.’

Featherback opened the box.

A black crude book revealed itself.

The swordsmanship that once dominated the Northern Region.

The Demon Slaying sword forms that severed the Demon King’s neck.

The Family Heritage lost 100 years ago due to the disappearance of the Key Members of Mörsolt Family.

The Bloodline Secret Manual that all Mörsolts in this world had so desperately yearned for.

【―Mörsolt Sword Style Complete―】

It had now come into Featherback’s hands.

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