Elden Ring: Atai vows to have a perfect ending

After leaving Lord Shuangzhi's room, Xiu Gu had just completed the upgrade and maintenance of Night Star Fire.

Originally, I planned to leave and go find my dear Princess Lani.

——For Lani, I turned into a werewolf~

But suddenly, a voice from far away stopped me in my tracks: "Hey, people over there, slow down."

I couldn't help but retract my hand that was about to be placed on the table and teleported away with the help of the Great Blessing, and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

A fly-like insect suddenly flew past my eyes.

I saw that, on the left side of the Finger Room, in the deep room, a red shadow fell in the corner.

There were many corpses and remains piled there, but he just sat on them as if nothing had happened.

——Old Eight, the “dung eater”.

I remembered that Roderica was unable to communicate with spirits properly because of this guy's existence. That's why she went to the vicinity of the "Eternal City" Noklongen to look for her ancestors and learn about spirit technology.

In other words, the dung eater indirectly caused my brother Teardrop to still be level one!

——It’s just right, I’ll go meet him now.

Thinking of this, I walked towards the depths of the room.

Just like the Sons of Evil Omen, the bandits that roamed the borders of the Yatan Plateau, the armor this guy wore was exactly the same as their bodies after their horns were chopped off, with dents all over it, and a large emblem with a sun face on its chest.

Even through the helmet, one could hear the coprophagist take a deep breath, as if a plate of delicious food had been served on the table. Just the smell was enough to make one linger on the taste: "You...can sense the curse, right? That moist smell of old illness is really overwhelming."

"Sure enough, the man suffering from tuberculosis in the hall of the royal city was caused by you." I recalled the scene I saw when I went to collect the curse of the hotbed before coming here -

It is different from the game where you can just walk over and get it.

The man was tied up on a bed, repeating weakly like a tape recorder: "Take it out... Take it out, please, take that thing out of my body... With, with such a curse, I can never return to the tree. Take it out..."

Perhaps seeing my confused expression, Ixutopia explained, "This is the uncle who helps clean the hall. I don't know what happened to that damn bastard who buried something in his body. He has been suffering from the torture of being minced meat."

I couldn't help but move closer, and saw that the uncle's body, especially his stomach, had long and short sharp horns growing out from inside, piercing his belly, as if it was a bad omen.

"Alas, poor sanitation uncle." Ishutopia continued, "Moreover, the vitality of that thing is extremely strong! Brother Ling, you also know that even after death, the golden people can be resurrected through the eternal blessing of the golden tree... But the curse seems to have tied the uncle's soul. Even if he died once, he would return to this miserable body again."

Doctor Rodel, who looked like a perfumer, also shook his head and sighed, "This is the first time I've seen such a cursed disease. At least after the Queen's blessing, the Golden Dynasty has never recorded the same symptoms."

"Then what if we do as he says and take the things out of his body?" I asked curiously.

"It's only treating the symptoms, not the root cause." The doctor said, and suddenly stabbed the uncle's chest with a knife, which scared both me and Isuutopia.

But the uncle's groaning did stop.

——Is this considered paralysis? After all, there is eternal blessing, even if a person dies temporarily, he can be reborn.

But this method is too heroic, and it completely dispelled my expectations for the medical skills in this world? Anyway, don't go to the doctor unless it is absolutely necessary. If you say that your hand is cramped, you don't know if they will just stomp on it and tell you to wait for the blessing to rebuild it for you, or something like that.

Then the doctor chanted a prayer, cut open the uncle's stomach with a knife, and dug out the breeding ground curse from inside.

Just as Ishutopia had just said, the curse had an extremely strong vitality. An entire piece of tumorous rotten flesh covered with spikes was taken out, and it was still wriggling like a worm.

I swallowed hard and asked, "Isn't it taken out? Curse."

"No, the curse has already penetrated deep into the bone marrow. I am only removing the tumor now. When this person is resurrected, the same thing will continue to grow... At that time, we can only use the same method to delay it."

······

I took the Curse of the Hotbed out of my blessed backpack and threw it at the Dungeater.

——Come to think of it, when Ishtopia heard that I was going to take this thing away, he looked surprised, puzzled, and even terrified, almost making his eyes pop out of his head. It is still vivid in my mind.

The dung eater held up the curse of the hotbed, just like holding up his own sun in the dark night, and shouted excitedly: "Oh! This, this is it! Finally, it's finally ripe! Haha, hahahaha——"

He laughed loudly and suddenly threw a key to me: "Hey, although I don't know who you are, come and free my body! In the sewer prison under the city of Rodel..."

"You don't even know who I am, why should I help you?" I couldn't help but sneer.

——Lao Ba, you are too familiar!

The other party responded cunningly: "Didn't the Round Table Hall say that we would help each other like playing house, and jointly seek the so-called blessing in this chaotic world to become the King of Elden? As long as you can help me escape from prison, although the blessing of the Eternal Queen Marika cannot be done, I can also defile you reluctantly, so that you can also contribute to my journey to becoming king."

——······This guy really deserves a beating!

"Defiled?" I swallowed my anger and held the vial of Servais tightly in my heart, but I also sat in front of the dung eater and said slowly, "Although you don't recognize me, I know a little about you. You are a human being, but you are twisted and evil, the dung eater."

"······" The other party remained silent, but the murderous aura on his body was not concealed at all as he pounced on me.

——However, this level of situation doesn’t even scare me, and it doesn’t cause any ripples in my heart.

I asked calmly, "Why are you so obsessed with curses?"

"······You should be thankful that fighting is not allowed in the Round Table Hall." The other party's reply was totally irrelevant.

"Let me tell you, what is a bad omen? What is a curse?" I continued. "Horns? It's nothing more than a throwback. In the Age of the Crucible, it was a normal feature, but now it is labeled as barbaric and cursed, and it is to be abandoned. This is too unfair and too arbitrary! Isn't it?"

"Oh?"

"So, you decided to let everyone feel this injustice and tyranny. Let them know that the so-called bad omen is just a lie of the Golden Dynasty. This is not a curse, but a blessing!"

"You, you are... quite interesting."

Seeing the dung eater was stunned by my words, I couldn't help but smile and change the subject: "If that's the case, why don't you accept this blessing yourself?"

"I?"

"Yes, you are wearing armor that looks like the Son of Evil Omen, but you yourself have not accepted the blessing of becoming the Son of Evil Omen. Isn't this very strange? Or are you just deceiving yourself to cover up the fact that your actions are just another tyranny and another lie of the Golden Dynasty." As I said that, I took back the Hotbed Curse from the other party's hand and stood up.

The red spirit of the dung eater did not stop it. Its gaze, which had originally become calm and even slightly surprised, once again revealed its ferocity.

"I will go to Rodel's sewer to save you, but before that, think about it carefully. Is this thing a curse or a blessing to you?" After saying that, I left the smelly room and closed the door.