Welcome to Dungeon Hotel

Chapter 212



 I entered the entrance of the penthouse, accompanied by scary housekeepers and hoteliers.

 At the same time, the spacious penthouse was revealed.

 It was about twice the size of the penthouse at the Yeongchun Hotel that Han Woohyun rented, and was fully equipped with dining facilities.

 ‘It feels more like a residence.’

 I instinctively turned to the hotel’s facilities first.

 But even for a moment—

 Geumdong saw someone and quickly approached him. 

 “VIP guest! Why are the guests here sleeping?”

 Han Woohyun was there. 

 But the guests here are sleeping?

 What does that mean?

 I approached the inside of the bedroom, which I couldn’t see because of the wall in the middle.

 As I approached, I saw the manager, Han Woohyun, and Uncle Junsoo gathered in the bedroom. 

 To my displeasure, there was even a goblin wearing my face.

 What is it? Go disappear.

 As I tried to say this, the goblin seemed to silently gaze towards somewhere.

 When I turned my gaze in that direction, I saw Georg Schulze trapped inside a transparent glass tube, standing with his eyes closed. 

 “…!” 

 What is this? 

 I frowned and at the same time, a window popped up. 

 The ‘Penthouse Guest’, who was forced into sleep by the former hotel owner, will soon wake up.  …?

 By the former hotel owner, are you talking about Merlin Grey? 

 So, Merlin Grey put Georg Schulze to sleep? Why? 

 At that time, there was a sentence that passed through my head.

 ‘You took away Grey Hotel, and now you’re trying to take away this hotel too. You too.’

 ‘Haa.’

 I was on the verge of laughing.

 So, even though Merlin Grey was corrupted, he sealed Georg Schulze away to prevent the hotel from being taken over.

 ‘What on earth are you…’

 But soon the seal will be released.

 I frowned.

 * * *

 Georg Schulze opened his eyes.

 He felt like he had had a fairly deep sleep for the first time in a very long time.

 When he woke up, he lifted the strangely soft blanket.

 Why in a place like this?

 Georg looked around and turned his head to understand the situation.

 His last memory ended after waking ‘him’ up.

 A reptile cub that was imbued with the demon king’s magic and was especially disobedient even after being corrupted. 

 ‘Merlin Grey.’ 

 There was no conversation to be had with him.

 Georg Schulze knew how to speak the language of this world very well.

 Before the apocalypse.

 He was a country boy born at the foot of the Alps, the son of a poor shepherd.

 Although he had no trouble making a living from livestock farming, Georg wasn’t satisfied with that. 

 Georg wanted to move forward into a wider world.

 He wanted to learn more, have more, and make his presence known to more people.

 After successfully presenting his first paper at Munich University, Georg proudly held an academic journal bearing his name close to his heart.

 Eventually people will recognize me.

 I just had that feeling for some reason.

 The day will come when more people will know me.

 And a week before the start of his classes at the University of Munich. 

 He returned to his native village and was scolded by his father.

 “Archaeology? I don’t see the point in what you’re talking about. Those who have it might like to sound smart. But you’re my son. Son of a shepherd. Just barely making ends meet with a lecture here and there for pay. Are you going to buy a proper house in Berlin with that? People need to live according to the natural order. A kid born a goat will always be a goat, even if it wants to be a sheep.”

 “How arrogant.” 

 He said that to his father without realizing it himself.

 It was truly a sound from the heart that came out unconsciously. 

 When his father heard that, he got angry and got drunk and hit him several times. 

 It was something he often did.

 If it had been when he was younger, or at least before he went to university, he might have been able to endure such humiliation. 

 He wouldn’t have had the courage to see that humiliation as anything but humiliating.

 But he has changed now.

 “Say it again. What did you say!”

 “You’re incredibly ignorant. You don’t progress because you know nothing. Always staring at mountains and mumbling about nature, you’ll grow old and die like that. You don’t even know what else exists beyond this world.”

 His father picked up the poker.

 “This b*stard…!”

 Georg kicked his father in the shin.

 His father groaned as he held his shins.

 It didn’t sound particularly sympathetic. 

 His father used to slaughter pigs in the past.

 His father’s groaning sound was the same as that of a pig dying from the sloppy hands of my cowardly father.

 He picked up the poker his father had dropped and held it up to the sky.

 Kang!

 He was different from his father. There was no way to torment him like a pig. 

 He picked up his coat, put it on, and went outside into the chilly mountain breeze. 

 The air felt refreshing. It felt like a weight had been lifted off my chest.

 “Stupid. So stupid…”

 Muttering to himself like this, he entered the hideout in the foothills of the mountains where he used to frequent as a child. 

 The entrance along the mountain path was a narrow cave, yet despite being over thirty years old, his body squeezed inside.

 He lit a match.

 He liked it here.

 This was the place that gave him the opportunity to fall in love with archeology.

 Deep inside the cave, after burning about three matches, he arrived at a peculiar altar-like structure in the rear. 

 The wall behind the altar was littered with paintings.

 Humans hunt. Animals hunting humans.

 ‘But these animals, what are they exactly? I read a book on ancient zoology—’

 He tried telling the teacher at school, but the teacher just laughed. 

 ‘Do you think there are really ancient drawings left in this village? Georg, rather than that, I want to help you maintain a good relationship with your friends…’

 Stupid teacher.

 Only fools gather in this village. 

 He erased the memories he didn’t want to remember, threw away the burned out match, and lit a new match.

 And it was that moment.

 The light from the match burned brightly, and he let go of the heat as he couldn’t handle it.

 At the same time, the light moved to the picture. 

 Unknown symbols scattered throughout the picture flashed and glowed. 

 A light shot from his eyes as well.

 “This… what is this…?” 

 And then, his eyes effortlessly began to decipher those symbols.

 It was as if from birth, he had been gifted with the ability to interpret the words of the gods, just like the natural order of things.

 So, like Buddha, who was able to speak as soon as he was born in the body of a human woman, he naturally opened his mouth and read the words. 

 

“Sacrifice or salvation?”

 That night, gates and dungeons appeared throughout Germany, and countless people were sacrificed by monsters.

 Later on, it was believed that his father was also among the sacrificed.

 No one considered his death to be caused by human hands.

 So that day he realized.

 All of this is God’s will to save him.

 That God will reveal Himself to this world.

 And as the first prophet to understand its meaning, he made great efforts to save this world.

 However, there was an obstacle in the final stage of his efforts.

 To be precise, it was an obstacle from the beginning.

 ‘Stupid Merlin Grey.’

 

From the first time he corrupted him, he didn’t listen, and this time when he brought him down to this mansion—

 ‘I finally got my hotel back. I don’t need you anymore.’

 He muttered something terrifying— 

 ‘Forced check-in.’

 He said something strange.

 Forced check-in?

 No, isn’t that usually followed by an attack?

 Anyway, stupid reptile.

 He rose from his seat in bewilderment.

 It was then. 

 A gunshot rang out in front of the door.

 Bang! Bang bang!

 At that moment, a tall man wielding a gun barged in.

 “Master Georg.”

 It was Frank.

 “…Frank?”

 He was his messenger who had been drawn into that strange hotel. He was already wondering if he might have to change his plans because of that guy.

 “How did you get here?”

 He looked carefully to see if the strange revolving door appeared around him again.

 But that didn’t happen.

 “The hotel manager is dead. More precisely, Merlin Grey killed him.”

 “Does that mean the woman chose to sacrifice herself?”

 Frank nodded his head at those words.

 “I think she foolishly tried to persuade Merlin Grey to protect her comrades.” 

 Georg’s lips stretched into a long smile.

 “If so—”

 Georg approached the area where the gunshot was heard earlier.

 Then there was a dead Asian woman lying there. 

 “I am the manager of the hotel. She died while trying to infiltrate here. ” 

 “Haa.”

 Georg clicked his tongue as he looked at the woman’s corpse. 

 “Foolish people… They all meet the same end. So, Merlin Grey has taken over the hotel she managed as well?”

 “Yes, that’s right.”

 Georg’s eyes widened. 

 That means Georg’s portal of the Yeongchun Hotel is also available.

 The passage to the other world. 

 He had something he wanted to do.

 Frank looked at Georg’s expression and made a subtle look and pulled out a gold key in his arms.

 Then he put it in the air and said. 

 “To the hotel.” 

 At his words, Georg’s hair fluttered in the wind.

 A revolving door appeared before his eyes.

 Georg’s face shines brightly.

 Finally.

 It was the moment he took a step towards the revolving door.

 Frank grabbed his arm.

 “….?”

 “Merlin Grey’s attack has weakened your body.”

 Get your hands off my body.

 Just as he was about to express his inexplicable discomfort—

 His body was forcefully sucked into the revolving door.

 And when he open his eyes —

 A woman with a familiar face holding his arm was smiling slightly.

 “Welcome to Yeongchun Hotel.”

 “…!”

 A familiar face with cat-like eyes.

 The owner of the famous Yeongchun Hotel.

 Why this woman?

 Georg’s face distorted.

 “Why are you here…Did you use an illusion!”

 It was strange.

 Georg clearly had S-class truth-reading eyes. There was no illusion that he couldn’t see through. 

 As if reading his thoughts, the woman smiled and said.

 “It’s not possible to be S-class. At least he’s the former EX-class hotel boss there, right?”

 After saying that, the woman muttered to the white cotton ball on her shoulder.

 “You’ve worked hard, Toto.”

 The white cotton ball soon grew larger and returned to the concierge’s appearance, putting her hand on her waist and smiling.

 “It’s okay. It wasn’t difficult at all over there just now. The power of a 5-star hotel…!”

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