The Protagonist’s Sister Is Actually The Strongest Chapter 186: Chapter 177: The Secrets Of Fenrir’s Dungeon

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Chapter 177: The Secrets Of Fenrir’s Dungeon ----- “You probably don’t know how we met,” Fenrir said. “But the first time we met, both your brother and I were dying.” “Wait, you were dying too?” Jack asked Fenrir in disbelief. “Weren’t you the boss of that Dungeon?” “I wasn’t. Don’t you think it’s weird that Dungeon Gate’s still open after all this time since you left?!” Fenrir roared. “The boss of that place... is most likely the accursed bastard in charge of keeping me there until I died, as my powers were drained away by the Sealing Chains.” “So there’s a whole dungeon as dangerous as that that hasn’t been cleared?!” I was just as surprised as my brother. I don’t remember anything like this in the novel either! Was that Dungeon always ignored? If we could explore it and complete it, we could find even more clues about the Constellations and how Fenrir ended there to begin with, which was so overlooked in the novel. The author simply hated any kind of detail and always jumped into action right away. “Anyways, this is not the time to talk about this,” Fenrir said, materializing at our side in the form of a giant black wolf made of shadows. “The reason why Jack is required to sacrifice memories is because of how weak I am.” “It is because of you, and not me?” My brother was confused. “I thought I was the weaker between the two of us!” “No, well, you’re pathetically weak without me.” Laughed Fenrir. “But that’s not what I meant. I mean it because most of the powers I lost. To restore them, I require a sacrifice of Causality. Memories gathered by someone powerful and seen by many Constellations, who are slowly building their own Epic, are like Fragments of precious Causality. When you sacrifice them, I can feed off that and regain my power, one bite at a time. Honestly, however… This will only lead you to lose most of your memories. Because I have yet to even recover twenty percent of them.” “What? That’s…” Jack seemed dispirited, sitting over his bed. “Why did you never tell me that to begin with? Why did you keep it hidden? I thought that only after a few more" “I… I’m sorry.” Fenrir sighed, throwing away his pride. “But I knew that if I had told you, it wasn’t as if you would have stopped. Before Anna woke up, you were a completely different person. Someone so dead set on doing his own thing that... I would feel bad if I ever considered getting in the way. Maybe I’ve gotten softer after fusing with your soul and sharing some of your emotions and memories as well. You’re like a dear brother to me now, Jack.” “…” Jack remained in silence, expressionless as always. His blue eyes seemed to have regained a bit of their light as he smiled faintly. “You’re so corny.” “H-Hey! I’m trying to open up here, and you mock me?!” Fenrir was incredibly embarrassed. "So, in summary, our memories are Fragments of Causality?” I wondered. “That’s... I guess it makes sense. In a way, to grow stronger, we are required to develop an Epic, a Story. Constellations all feed off them. And Stories are made out of Causality above all else, right?” “Y-You know a lot.” Fenrir muttered. “Did someone tell you that too?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Ah… Yeah, there’s a weird monkey that’s always telling me stuff while trying to recruit me.” I sighed. “That bastard of Sun Wu Kong is harassing you? He usually picks the most free-spirited assholes as Incarnations but chose you?! Wow… You’re really quite something to get his attention. He’s a high-tier bastard. Untouchable even when I was at full power.” Fenrir laughed. [The Cosmic Throne {Monkey that Dances in Chaos} says that he had never told you any of such things to you!] [He wonders how a mortal can be this shameless.] Shush. Wait, these guys are listening? I wonder if Fenrir hasn’t learned yet how to block their eyes. I suppose I could teach them while I’m at it. “I’m a bit uncomfortable when there are too many eyes watching, though. They won’t let us alone even when we’re chilling inside our houses.” I sighed.