Even if you succeed in jobless reincarnation and time magic, you must live life to the fullest.

The places where one can stand exist in the form of rock pillars.

And below the rock pillar...

That is magma.

The temperature of magma can reach thousands of degrees, and it cannot be deflected like ordinary fire magic.

In other words.

If you accidentally slip and fall...

Whether they are mages or swordsmen, they will all perish.

Besides.

The rock columns on the magma are not evenly distributed.

In some places, the distance between one rock pillar and another can be as high as tens of meters.

Moreover, their foothold is limited to a tiny space.

This is an insurmountable gap for people who do not have the ability to fly.

That being said.

I can use Icarus to fly.

Alsterd appears to be able to fly as well, but he doesn't need to waste magic; instead, he leaps with agile movements.

The movements were precise and flawless.

Although I was a little nervous watching him, he seemed very skilled.

"Mr. Dragon God, have you been here before?"

"Yes. I came here in a certain cycle of reincarnation."

That's it.

That's why it can move so easily.

The scene of Alsterd jumping around here in order to use the experience in the next cycle flashed before my eyes.

Feel……

That's kind of funny.

Incidentally.

The high temperatures here are so intense that they affect breathing, and the air is filled with a sulfurous odor.

That is, it is poisonous.

The reason Orstide was unaffected was because the coat he was wearing was a valuable magical enhancement item.

It can regulate the temperature around you.

As for toxicity.

Dragons seem to be immune to this level of poison.

"What a harsh environment..."

I couldn't help but sigh.

high temperature.

terrain.

poison gas.

All these factors combined.

Even the undead demons cannot easily pass through here.

"A monster has appeared."

Orstead said.

There is also the invasion of monsters.

Countless bat-like monsters flew in from afar, flapping their wings and baring their fangs.

Although it is called a bat, it is the size of a normal person.

Would it be more appropriate to call them vampires?

"This is hell..."

I said this.

At the same time, Icarus' left arm raised a rock cannonball.

With Icarus's aiming assistance, the firing began.

"Boom boom boom——"

In an instant, the attacking horde of monsters was completely wiped out.

The crisis is over.

"Rudeus."

Alsterd turned around.

"Leave monsters of this level to me; you need to conserve your mana."

"Ah, yes..."

Because I am a magician.

All we can rely on is magic.

Once the magic is exhausted, even Icarus will lose his ability to fight.

Although my magic is immense, these are extraordinary times, and divine apostles could appear at any moment.

Conserving magic power is also essential.

"Icarus, how much magic power do you have left?"

"Report: 91% of magic power remaining."

Icarus answered softly.

91%...?

Although it sounds like we have plenty of money, about 10% has already been spent.

Because they used fire magic to lower the temperature around them along the way, and also to support Icarus's movements.

So it took quite a bit of time and effort.

I gradually realized the severity of the situation.

"Rudius, don't be stingy at times like this."

As he spoke, Alsterd pulled out a handful of magic crystals from his pocket.

"For normal levels of magic consumption, use magic crystals instead."

"Ah, yes..."

That was a huge amount of magic crystals, enough to buy a castle.

Wow, Mr. Long is really rich.

……

all in all.

And so Alsterd and I continued on our way.

The most basic action is to use magic crystals instead of consuming them.

Leave any monsters you encounter to Orstide.

Once I start to get tired, I rest where I am.

While I was resting, Alster was in charge of standing guard.

He had already replenished his energy beforehand.

I can go a month without sleeping without any problem.

That's so reassuring...

Keep moving forward.

go ahead.

……

then.

It took about two or three days.

We arrived at the final room.

Ptolemy, the god of the underworld.

It's just ahead.

347. Hades - Pythagorean Theory

Although it looks like a real hell.

But ultimately, this is also a maze.

Since it's a maze, there's naturally a concept of a "final boss room."

And at this time.

Alsterd and I stood in front of the final boss room.