Chapter 10 - Things seem to be getting more interesting..
Outside the glass wall, the labyrinth city of Orario was hazy under the drizzle and cold fog.
On the top of the tower, with a commanding view of the entire city, the silver-haired goddess blinked, stood up from her seat, and gazed into the distance with her purple eyes.
Ottar standing like a giant wall behind her was startled. "Goddess?"
"Well now, what a complicated soul."
Even a goddess who could see the souls of mortals was confused by the scene before her.
Freya had seen countless souls from the lower world. Some were ordinary, some were full of greed, some were great and dazzling, some were pure and flawless, and some were corrupted and mad.
But this was the first time she had seen a soul like that boy's.
Freya liked clean, pure, and dazzling souls.
What about this boy's soul? It was not pure at all, not clean at all, and not dazzling at all.
It was rather the opposite, filled with negative darkness like pain, despair, sadness, murderous intent, and hatred.
To use a metaphor, Freya liked a new sword that was bright and clear, with a sharp blade radiating a cold light.
The soul of this boy was like an old sword that had gone through countless battles and massacres, now pitted, dark, dusty, and covered with blood and rust.
Based on the conclusions Freya had drawn from the countless souls she had seen over the years, souls tainted by darkness were mediocre, dirty, and an eyesore.
But perhaps this was a sign of the endless possibilities of the mortals of the lower world.
Although the boy's soul was filled with all kinds of negativity and darkness, it had almost no dirty desires, so it did not appear messy and foul, but was instead extremely pure in its own way.
In other words, although this person bore an extremely heavy burden of killing, sorrow, and pain, he hardly acted for his own desires.
No desire for power.
No desire for wealth.
No lust or avarice.
So, for whom did he kill? For whom did he grieve? For whom did he suffer?
Apart from a slight appetite, this boy had almost no personal desires. No, that wasn't right.
It wasn't that there were none. Noticing something unusual, Freya frowned and looked closer.
In the darkness of the soul, there lurked an extremely pure desire. But was it arrogance or rebellion?
What Freya felt from it was a determination to break free from all constraints, to never be beneath anyone, and to surpass everything.
Just one glance at that, made Freya feel a burning pain, and she couldn't help but look away.
"Things seem to be getting more interesting..."
Picking up a glass of red wine, the goddess sipped it slowly, a look of joy on her face.
After several days of continuous rain, the labyrinth city of Orario finally saw clear skies.
The depressed atmosphere caused by the Dungeon riots and the Evilus rebellion a few days ago had also eased considerably.
Around noon, Noah walked out of the great libraries in the eastern part of the city and wandered slowly through the streets.
During the past few days, Noah had looked through various history books in the library and had roughly pieced together the history of this world.
There was the Ancient Times, when monsters roamed the world and mortals struggled to survive.
Then came the Heroic Age, which began with the clown, Argonaut, and was ushered in by heroes like the Knights of Fianna.
And finally, the Age of Gods, when the gods descended, bestowed their Grace, and built Babel.
He also read about the Three Great Quests. Two had been completed, but the last one, the One-Eyed Black Dragon, had destroyed the world's strongest Familias, plunging Orario into an era of chaos.
If the system wants me to save the world, it must want me to destroy that Black Dragon, right?
However, that was still a distant goal for Noah now. And there was nothing to worry about. It was just a matter of killing the Black Dragon or being killed by it.