The World I Created is so Popular

Chapter 7: Saviour of the Demihumans - 1

The day before the Academy entrance ceremony and the first day the Tower of the Labyrinth opened, Demihuman King Brigand, who entered the second floor of the Labyrinth, was heading towards a huge structure that felt strangely familiar.

Kwaaaaang!

As he swung his fist containing condensed power, a massive explosion occurred.

"Kieeek!"

The giant scorpions caught in the explosion twisted and writhed before quickly quieting down.

"Hoo. Is this all?"

Brigand looked around at the overturned monsters nearby.

Due to the chaotic magic of his destructive power, most of the scorpion corpses couldn't maintain their original forms.

"Indeed, compared to the monsters scattered throughout Rudera, these are stronger."

In Rudera, the levels of monsters ranged from 1 to 10 in beginner areas, reaching up to the 50s in more challenging zones on the central continent, known as the toughest terrain.

However, the desert monsters Brigand encountered were in their 60s, surpassing 50.

"If we compare this to reality, they would be equivalent to A-rank upper-tier monsters like Ogres."

"These are the kinds of monsters guarding this place. What kind of hardships and challenges await inside?"

With a twisted smile, Brigand surveyed the overturned monsters around him.

The familiarity he continued to feel in this unfamiliar place was what exactly?

As if the instincts of a Demihuman were desperately yearning for this place.

To discover the identity of this feeling, Brigand slowly walked into the pyramid.

The area around the large hole in the rock wall allowed some distinction due to the light of the outside sun, but as he ventured further inside, he was met with perfect darkness where not even a ray of light could be found.

"It's dark."

His magic gathered around his eyes, and with the special vision of a Demihuman, he could see clearly even in this pitch-black darkness.

"!?!?......"

Then he could discover a huge wall.

"A painting?"

A huge mural of enormous size was drawn on the wall.

The figures seemed to be drawn as flat human shapes.

"Beautiful."

As Brigand, it was a form of art he encountered for the first time.

Nevertheless, he unconsciously thought the painting was beautiful.

It seemed like a brilliant legacy of an ancient lost civilization.

"Currently, it's not preserved, a lost ancient artistic style? Like our history."

Brigand moved along the wall, scanning the painted picture.

An ancient civilization capable of constructing huge structures difficult to build even with modern magic and technology.

It looked more superior than the known ancient states of humans or elves.

Therefore, at first, it was thought to be a collapsed ancient empire, just a legacy left by unfamiliar humans or elves.

"This painting. Not human or elf."

Those painted on the wall didn't seem human.

Without a doubt, it was the ear of a cat.