The eyes of every other Lemegeton bearer lit up with anticipation.

Unlike Taesan, the others were not adventurers from the labyrinth. They didn’t have a quest window appear before them, but Baal’s words had made it clear enough.

Belial’s Throne.

Whoever claimed it would ascend to a prestigious position.

Greed and desire stirred within them. Baal observed them, his expression indifferent.

[Then, I will open the gate. The rest is up to you.]

A deep rumbling resonated as Baal waved his hand, and a massive darkness engulfed them all.

“Aagh!”

“Ugh!”

The overwhelming dark force was intense enough to make …