There were a lot of things about Fulgardt that many didn’t know. The Labyrinth of the Yoke was still a massively unexplored ce as most only had ess to its primary function.


    Now that the legacy had been retrieved, it would be easier to ess everything else.


    At least for the one who held the legacy.


    Skullius saw the colour in the world disappear as his senses shrieked while expanding immensely!


    His vision took in the scene of everything pulsing with either ck, white or grey in vastly different proportions.


    He felt himself rise and panicked!


    If those guards saw this they would definitely attack!


    However, like before, they saw nothing!


    They just stood silently on the other side of the cell.


    ‘What’s going on dammit?!’ Skullius barked in his own mind as shockingly, he found his vision expanding further as it went on to prate the walls, images of moving humanoids with a ck, white and grey moving above him!


    Their colour and most of their features disappeared instantly, but Skullius could feel a something from these images trying to give him more information.


    His ears picked up on the numerous conversations that were urring tens of meters above behind walls floors as his body continued to rise._.


    Skullius looked down when he saw that he was beginning to rise through the ceiling and found…


    His Discount Human body sitting down within the cell calmly!


    ‘It’s scary to think this, but this Insurgent Magnus thing is even more freaky than my Null Life, bro!’


    His body was the only one that held colour out of anything else he saw.


    Looking at his new form, he could barely see his own body as it was a very faint and transparent grey.


    ‘Might as well go with it.’


    Giving himself some courage, Skullius stopped resisting and tried to actively float higher and in the next moment, his body shot up!


    Moving through the hard walls like they didn’t exist at all was intriguing to say the least.


    Appearing within the cell of another criminal and watching their ck and white silhouette tossing and turning on the floor or cursing at the guards who passed through the corridor while they werepletely oblivious to his existence made Skullius chuckle.


    The Discount Human rose up to the very first floor where he had been taken through before. There, he saw the images of nobles and Knights interacting while some more offenders were taken into custody.


    The whole ce seemed chaotic with a lot of chatter as Skullius’ senses were intensified.


    Skullius then saw a familiar figure.


    It was Gin.


    Focusing his vision allowed him to see that Gin’s image had more white than ck which surprised him.


    He had seen many variations of the colours but now he began to think more deeply into it.


    ‘Right! When I entered the Labyrinth, the guidance field said something about being righteous and evil, right? Does this mean that white means righteous and ck means evil? If that’s the case then why is this sockethole more white than ck?!’


    The more Skullius thought deeply on this subject, the more he sought to understand more.


    Gin walked purposefully towards a certain location and Skullius followed.


    It took a few minutes before Gin entered a small space where the silhouette of an old man along with some of the Purity Knights were surrounding a certain object.


    As Skullius looked at the object on a table, he found it to be his ring!


    The spatial storage ring emitted a white light white having a fractured look to it that astonished him.


    ‘Have they already looked into it?’ Skullius panicked, however he soon calmed down as he heard the conversation that ensued.


    “Any progress?” Gin asked the old man.


    “No. Do you not have even the most basic appreciation of spatial concepts? Without the approval of the ring bearer, forcing my will upon the object could destroy the entire space within it,” grumbled the old man.


    …!


    Before Skullius could get shocked by this detail, he felt the darkness that appeared within the old man churn and a voice pouring from it into his ears.


    It was pretty much iprehensible but Skullius understood what it conveyed.


    Anger. Dissatisfaction. Jealousy.


    Unlike Gin, this old man seemed to have more of the ck than the white but not excessively.


    When this unavoidable st of information finally passed, Skullius bore the proper reaction to hearing that Red Rage could be lost forever if this old man fleshed up!


    ‘IF THEY DARE…!’ Skullius felt a rush of rage.


    Unfortunately, everyone here wasn’t a pushover. They seemed to all have something that he didn’t besides the core.


    Skullius was once again reminded of how he needed to gather information about all this. What made himck the most basic of strength without the Insurgent Magnus ss?


    ‘Isn’t there something I can do?!’


    The old manying his fingers on the ring jolted Skullius into action as he sought to do something. Anything that would buy time.


    These people couldn’t see him.


    But then, could he use his skills?


    Skullius tried to fling his simplest skill, [Mana Bolt].


    Unfortunately, he found that he didn’t have a core in this form!


    ‘Then what can I do?!’ Skullius thought.


    Once more, the darkness that was around him called out, reaching his ears. From the old man, from the Knights, from the surroundings.


    It all spoke in a voice that he could hear.


    ‘Darkness… could this be..?’


    Skullius focused on the darkness from around him, its voice bing louder and louder in his ears but never overbearing.


    He let himself sink into it, as a realisation dawned on him.


    Soon, the other noises disappeared as the Discount Human felt smothered under the thick nket of darkfort.


    Yet…


    “Captain! Behind you! What the hell is that thing?!” one of the Knights withdrew his sword and pointed at Skullius.


    Gin turned behind him instantly with a spark of light in his eyes as he swiped his sword with the precision of master swordsman!


    Unfortunately, his sword hit nothing as what was before him wasn’t something he could touch.


    His face scrunched up when he saw the image that was forming from a thick darkness extending from all around, gathering up to form arge, grotesque face that had hollow sockets!


    On the other hand, Skullius felt the surroundings change as a switch from thefort urred, his vision honing in on the figures of the Knights and the old man that gazed in his direction in shock and vignce!


    “Huh?” he blurted, finding the puzzlement he muttered to make the people in the room more anxious.


    [You have sessfully unlocked one of the 9 seeds of the ‘Fruit of World Myths’]


    [Number 2, ‘Crude World Projection’]


    [‘Evil Darkness’ affinity has been promoted to ‘C’ rank]