There’s Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!-Chapter 234

"I really want to go directly to the next level."

Dekan shook his head, sighed, and muttered to himself.

The rules on this level were too strange, definitely disadvantageous for the jailers.

If he really had to fight that Artis of Knowledge in this environment, Dekan felt the odds were hard to judge.

Strategically speaking, quickly heading to the fifth level was undoubtedly the best option.

But he had to confirm if any of his companions were on this level.

Only he, with the identity of a jailer, could bring his companions to other levels.

The second objective of the Shadow World mission required all members to leave the Demon World.

And this prison only allowed one to go down, not up.

So Dekan still had to observe this level of the prison thoroughly.

Besides the four members of their Beautiful Mind Squad, there were a total of six challengers.

That meant there were two others who also needed to be found.

So Dekan turned back from the portal leading to the fifth level, turned around, and began his search in the maze-like library.

…

In a spacious hall on the fourth level of the Demon World Prison.

Every few to few dozen seconds, the crisp sound of a chess piece gently touching the board could be heard.

This place seemed full of life, like a combination of a study and a living room.

Although it still had the feel of a classical library, it was also Warden Artis' office.

Artis was sitting on the sofa, her face as perfect as a sculpture, seriously contemplating the chessboard on the table. If not for her occasional blinks, it would be hard to tell if she was a work of art or a living being.

She didn't seem to have the usual demonic ferocity. On the contrary, she gave off a feeling as if she were the very embodiment of rationality.

And at this moment, besides Artis, there was a young man sitting opposite her.

Although this young man was wearing a prison uniform, Artis did not seem to be making things difficult for him.

He had no injuries on him, and there was even a cup of fragrant barley tea on the table by his side.

"Is this style of setting traps in chess a common trait among humans, or is it your preference?"

"My personal preference."

They exchanged a few words from time to time.

It didn't sound like an argument, nor a chat, just a calm voice or two occasionally.

Most of the time, they were quietly playing chess.

Just as Artis was staring at the board, having decided where to place her next piece, her hand, extended in mid-air, suddenly stopped.

It seemed that someone's arrival had caught Artis' attention.

She looked up.

And frowned at the visitor in the hall.

Clearly, Artis was not very welcoming of this suddenly arrived jailer.

"You won the bet. A jailer came down so quickly."

Artis looked at the young man opposite her with a blank expression and said.

They had made a bet earlier—

About whether a jailer would come down within two weeks.

If she won, the young man would teach her some human magic she didn't know.

And if the young man won, she would have to give the jailer a chance to take him away.

Statistically speaking, her chances of winning were absolutely greater.

Because she knew very well how often a jailer would arrive on the fourth level.

But, as it happened, this human won the bet.

"Heh heh."

The pear-wood-haired young man opposite her leaned back on the sofa, seeming particularly tired, and didn't bother to turn his head.

Playing chess with a great demon like Artis who had lived for a thousand years was really mentally exhausting.

But the young man still had a smile on his face, very calm.

He even calmly picked up his teacup and took a sip.

After he appeared on this level, he met the Warden of this level.

However, this demon had no intention of attacking him.

She just invited him for a chat.

After a simple exchange, he discovered.

This demon named Artis was different from any demon he had learned about in the real world.

She seemed to have no desire for slaughter.

Instead, she had an abnormally strong thirst for knowledge.

And Artis was particularly interested in humans, even having a kind of obsession.

Her desire was very obvious.

So he used his rhetoric and the information advantage he had as a challenger to quickly reach a bet with Artis.

He had long guessed that the special challenger in this Shadow World was a jailer who could lead them all the way down.

Although Morion didn't understand at first why he would be drawn into such a 7th-rank Shadow World.

At that time, he was being pursued by a very troublesome guy, and in his desperation, a small void gate happened to appear.

Morion was very familiar with this kind of void gate.

It was a temporary entrance for challenging a Shadow World.

The occasional appearance of small void gates in random locations was a rare occurrence.

"Do not touch this kind of small void gate" was common sense that had been instilled in him since he was a child.

Accidentally entering an unknown Shadow World could be fatal.

Of course, for a Shadow World–clearing expert like Morion, Shadow Worlds were not dangerous at all.

It was just a matter of earning more or less.

So after weighing his options, Morion decisively chose to temporarily hide in this Shadow World.

Who knew that upon entering, he would find it was a 7th-rank Shadow World he had never tried before!

Fortunately.

From the mechanics, his identity did not require him to do much.

Everything could be left to that chosen special challenger.

Morion was not at all worried about encountering 7th-rank Resurrection Church members in this Shadow World.

This kind of Shadow World that required all members to cooperate generally would not select challengers with strong rebellious tendencies.

Otherwise, it would lead to an unsolvable state for the Shadow World.

His only worry was.

There were a few old friends, and if he ran into them in this Shadow World, it might be a bit troublesome.

"Warden Artis, I would like to propose a trade with you."

The demon jailer who had arrived on this level let out a clear and pleasant girlish voice.

This voice, which he had never heard before, put Morion at ease.

As long as it wasn't that gray-haired underworld person, it was fine.

Presumably, their teammate this time was a Shadow World–clearing expert from either the Kingdom Federation or the Empire.

Being assigned to such a safe level of the prison at the start already made Morion feel lucky enough.

Now it seemed someone would even carry him through.

Comfortable.

"What do you want to trade."

When Artis first saw this jailer, she was a little impatient.

Because she had no interest in these demons.

Normally, she would have definitely driven this jailer out of her study.

But because of her bet with Morion, she had to talk to this jailer now.

If this jailer had the intention of taking Morion to the lower levels of the prison, then she needed to give him a fair enough chance.

Generally speaking, even if a jailer came to this level, they wouldn't necessarily want to take a prisoner down.

So even if Morion had won the bet just now, it didn't mean much.

But now, it was very troublesome.

It annoyed Artis very much.

Because the new jailer happened to be a succubus!

Maybe she really would want to take this human youth away!