On My First Day Undercover, the Organization Collapsed - Chapter 342

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First Day of Infiltration, The Organization Was Destroyed – Episode 342
O Sun God (3)
The passage wasn’t particularly long. As they descended, Mana Lighting came into view first, followed by walls that bore the unmistakable mark of artifice.
Pillars stood at intervals throughout.
This was no work of a day or two.
“I feel like I’m standing at the entrance to the legendary underground city of Kereum.”
Gilbert’s heart raced.
Who could have known such a vast underground settlement existed beneath the Capital?
“Kereum. I’ve read about it in books. It’s supposed to be an underground city at the base of a mountain where the sky touches down, isn’t it?”
“That’s correct. No one has discovered it yet.”
“Quantus Hopel would be delighted to learn of this.”
The thought of Quantus, who couldn’t resist ruins, was fleeting.
“There’s a presence ahead. Two of them. Suppress them.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Thud, crack!
The suppression was over in an instant.
Gilbert had grown quite adept at this.
Though he hadn’t done it often, he had learned by watching and observation.
“You were trying to mimic my movements.”
“How did you know?”
“The style of your Leaping is similar to mine. Though the results differ greatly.”
“I’ll work harder, Boss.”
“See that you do.”
Lately it seemed he was receiving praise often.
Which somehow made him feel guilty toward Kelvin.
‘I’m sorry. There’s nothing to be done about your size.’
Thinking of that hulking frame, probably weeping somewhere about how his master had abandoned him, brought both amusement and awkwardness.
“Heh.”
“Cough.”
Along the way, he suppressed about three more.
He couldn’t paralyze them like Boss could, but he could knock them unconscious.
“But Boss, if we miss even one like this, we’ll be discovered. This place is quite complex.”
“Then suppress them all without missing any.”
“Ah.”
It was something only Ziel could do.
“What do you intend to do about that Bishop?”
“Eliminate him.”
“Right.”
Gilbert didn’t know Ziel’s true intention—to block the leakage of items from Black Sky.
He only understood it as Ziel using the leak as a pretext to gain advantage.
But Ziel was being more cautious than usual.
‘I can’t let Gilbert notice anything more than this.’
Wariness kindled in Ziel as he watched Gilbert.
Yet conflict arose again.
‘But I can’t kill or eliminate Gilbert.’
Erasing his memories was equally troubling.
Somewhere along the way, Gilbert had become someone very important to Ziel as well.
While Ziel’s conflict continued, their advance pressed on.
Fortunately, those they encountered weren’t skilled enough to withstand Gilbert’s Surprise Attacks.
“It seems the more capable ones were all up above?”
“So it seems. There’s no need for unnecessary combat, which is efficient.”
Ziel pointed with his finger in one direction.
“The Bishop is that way.”
Finally, passing through the passage revealed a landscape where massive pillars upheld the ceiling.
And between those pillars, houses came into view.
There truly was a village underground.
People moved between the structures.
It was an utterly ordinary scene.
Their clothing was uniform throughout—laughing, chattering, eating, working, sights like these.
The only difference was that this place was underground and dependent on Mana Lighting instead of the sun.
“Even seeing it… I still don’t believe it.”
“Mm.”
And at the far end of the village.
A temple stood.
Unlike the small building one might call a temple in the Capital, it was quite substantial in size.
Its roof nearly touched the underground ceiling, as if declaring the purpose of this place’s existence.
“That’s all marble, isn’t it? How in the world did they move all of this underground…?”
Countless questions rose up, but now was the time to find the Bishop first.
Now they would learn how the Solaris Church had managed to leak Black Sky’s items.
Ziel and Gilbert concealed themselves and moved swiftly, infiltrating the temple.
“From here on, I’ll handle it.”
“Ah, but I could also—”
“If you engage him, you’ll lose.”
“Ah.”
Gilbert obediently stepped back.
Certainly, for him to lead such an organization and still avoid the Empire’s detection, he must be quite skilled.
They finally found the Bishop.
Flowing vestments and a bishop’s mitre.
A staff and orb in hand.
“O Sun God, look down upon us with compassion…”
Before what appeared to be a statue of the Sun God, he continued murmuring something, as if conducting a mass.
“He possesses a considerable amount of Mana.”
“To what extent?”
“Strong. By Knight standards, he’s Master Grade.”
“Hmm.”
Gilbert’s competitive spirit flared, and his hand tightened on the scabbard, but he quickly restrained himself.
“Wait here.”
Ziel drew the Eternal Night Dagger.
Click.
Then all light around them vanished.
Yet the opponent showed no sign of alarm.
“A guest has come. Was that presence I sensed… you?”
Instead of answering, Ziel charged forward in an instant and completely suppressed the Bishop’s body.
“W-what is this…?”
Burst!
And the light absorbed by the Eternal Night Dagger exploded outward.
The opponent showed no reaction whatsoever.
‘It didn’t work?’
But the Paralysis had definitely taken hold.
From the flow of Mana, it was certain.
“Black Sky’s items—how did you obtain them?”
“…”
“I’ll start with your fingers, depending on whether you answer—”
Then it happened.
A trembling voice poured out.
“You’ve finally come… O Sun God…”

* * *
The Solaris Church was a place of waiting for the Sun God who would come someday.
Their doctrine was thus:
In a place where light does not reach, they await light.
That awaited object was none other than the Sun God they served.
“I have received an Oracle.”
Ziel inadvertently became that Sun God.
“There shall be light. In the end of Pitch Black Darkness, encountering intense light. Therefore meeting Me.”
There had been an Oracle.
“I received it exactly one week ago.”
“That’s supposed to be me?”
“Yes, O Sun God.”
This was different from before.
Usually, the opponent feared Ziel’s existence greatly and showed rebellious spirit.
Cooperation was naturally impossible.
“O Sun God, you have finally come to find us. Now at last we may behold light.”
Ziel was suspicious.
Was he doing this merely to escape danger?
“You’ll find a book over there where I’ve recorded all the Oracles I’ve received thus far.”
Gilbert immediately retrieved the book.
It was true.
The Oracle he’d just mentioned was written there.
“From the dryness of the ink, it doesn’t look like it was written just now.”
Indeed, at least a week had passed.
It didn’t seem like something hastily fabricated to escape immediate danger.
“I truly did receive such an Oracle. But to think it would manifest like this…”
The interpretation exceeds the dream, as they say.
Ziel had merely temporarily burst out the light he’d contained with the Eternal Night Dagger.
Yet he interpreted it as the Sun God himself coming to them.
But reading the Oracle, it did make sense.
‘Is Boss perhaps… a god?!’
In all this, Gilbert’s misunderstanding spiraled into further absurdity.
The possibility was quite sufficient.
‘Perhaps even he was unaware!’
Immeasurable military might!
Countless inexplicable divine abilities!
Leadership that captivated people and a charisma that made everyone hunger for his affection!
‘That’s why! Because he’s a god!’
“I am not a god.”
“Then you contain a god. You represent the god. That itself makes you divine.”
“No.”
Ziel denied firmly, but the Bishop denied even more forcefully.
“No, the Oracle is absolute. O Sun God.”
“In any case, I am not.”
Ziel decided he needed to end this unproductive conversation quickly.
“I’ll ask. Black Sky’s items are leaking through your church. Where are you obtaining them?”
“Ah, this place was once a hidden branch of Black Sky, O Sun God. But as Black Sky fell, we sold the orphaned items for the sake of the Solaris Church’s goals, which has greatly aided our cherished wish.”
At this entirely unexpected answer, Ziel was somewhat taken aback.
‘A hidden branch.’
Black Sky had demonstrated its formidable Assassination capabilities throughout the Empire.
It maintained branches in the West, North, East, and South, with all supervised from the Capital.
Being an ancient assassin organization, it was not strange to have hidden branches.
Yet this hidden branch turned out to be here, in the underground settlement beneath the 50th District.
“Did Black Sky sponsor the Solaris Church?”
“It was symbiosis, O Sun God. Black Sky discovered us and made a discreet proposal, offering to support our church in exchange.”
“I see.”
Had Ziel been an administrator rather than an Assassin of Black Sky, he would have known of this.
“Do you know anything of other hidden branches?”
“I know little. But if there are places where symbiosis was proposed like ours, the circumstances might differ.”
“I see.”
In fact, one of them existed outside the Empire.
Apparently Black Sky had considered overseas expansion, either in preparation for complications or to expand its reach.
“They didn’t desire the Empire’s downfall like we did, but had they known of their own ruin, they might have stood with us.”
“Even so, they would have fallen.”
“O Sun God, what do you mean by that…?”
No.
I would have destroyed them.
By my own hand.
For as long as Black Sky existed, Ziel could never be free.
Perhaps that’s why Ziel obsessed over Black Sky’s traces.
As long as those traces remained, complete freedom seemed impossible—more than the risk of being discovered as a Specter.
“Then you possessed all the items handled by this branch?”
“Yes, O Sun God. Would you honor me by allowing me to guide you?”
As soon as Ziel released the Paralysis, the Bishop led them to one side of the temple.
There was a door.
Opening it revealed a passage leading from underground to even deeper underground.
“This way, O Sun God. Though, this other person is… your…?”
“My subordinate. And I’m not a god.”
“Ah, the Sun God’s subordinate. Understood.”
Ziel suddenly realized that sometimes not answering was less exhausting.
The space they were led to wasn’t very large.
It had served as a hidden branch—in truth, a place to store items and for refuge when necessary.
“This wall holds Documents, and that wall holds Items. Some of these are extremely precious to Black Sky and were sold at considerable sums, which has greatly assisted our church’s cherished wish.”
Ziel pulled out several Documents to examine them.
The Bishop’s words seemed correct.
“It served as a hidden branch.”
“Yes, O Sun God.”
“Remove all the items and Documents here. The altar will do.”
“I receive your command, O Sun God. Though, may I ask the reason?”
“I’m going to burn it all.”
Shortly after.
Everything related to Black Sky—items and Documents alike—lay in heaps upon the altar.
He’d already reviewed the important Documents and committed them to memory.
According to the Documents, there were still several hidden branches of Black Sky remaining.
It was likely that the currently leaking items originated from those places.
‘I have a goal now.’
“Would it be all right to burn all of this? We could make millions, even tens of millions if we sold it.”
Ziel’s answer came to the regretful Gilbert.
“What matters isn’t money.”
What mattered was leaving no traces.
But yet again, this was misunderstood by Gilbert!
“Right, so that no tails are exposed. I understand.”
However, this misunderstanding also sparked one in Ziel.
‘He definitely knows something.’
Black Sky.
And himself—once a Specter there.
It seemed he would need to speak with Gilbert soon and make a decision.
And the misunderstandings weren’t limited to this one.
“O Sun God, you guide us to righteousness!”
The Bishop did as well.
When Ziel suddenly said to burn it, he was bewildered.
But hearing those words, now he finally understood.
“On the brink of our cherished wish’s beginning, we must not be exposed by such matters. I understand perfectly.”
Ziel was gradually developing flexibility today.
What’s good is good.
It was simpler to let the situation flow than to refute it here.
“Yes, your words are right.”
Whoosh!
And so another trace of Black Sky completely vanished.
Items worth tens of millions, even hundreds of millions of Gold if sold, became ashes in an instant.
But none of the three present regretted it.
“With the Sun God watching over us, what have we to fear?”
“I’m not the Sun God.”
“No. The Oracle cannot be wrong. Perhaps even you haven’t yet realized it yourself.”
And so Ziel inadvertently—
“Boss, you’re already using the Human Skin Mask and the Dark Ghost alias anyway, so why not just be the Sun God?”
Became the Sun God.

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