Shinjiteita Nakama Tachi Ni Dan John Okuchi De Korosarekaketaga Gift (LATEST)

Marduk had chosen power. So he became the Vault’s new heart, endlessly generating gifts he could never use.

They had been his party. His nakama .

He pushed harder, his boots skidding on loose gravel. The labyrinthine ruins of Dan John Okuchi—the ancient, singing prison-temple—hummed around him. Its walls were carved with warnings in a language older than kings. He had translated them for Marduk once, laughing about the paranoid fools who built a dungeon to trap a god. Marduk had chosen power

The stone slid free from his flesh without resistance, as if it had been waiting. It clicked into the altar with a sound like a key turning in the last lock of the world. Marduk had chosen power