Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 122 - 118: Penetrate the Fortress, and then Meet...

Chapter 122: Chapter 118: Penetrate the Fortress, and then Meet...

Sometimes, people’s perceptions can flip multiple times in a very short span of time.

Before defeating the Soul-sucking Ghost, Dal thought it must be a rare and powerful being among the Abyss Forces.

But after defeating the Soul-sucking Ghost and unlocking its introduction in the Hunting Manual, his impression of it completely flipped—it was just mass-produced infantry.

Although he still felt the Soul-sucking Ghosts were strong, their coolness factor had significantly decreased.

However, when he encountered a whole squad of Soul-sucking Ghosts efficiently slaughtering the Gollums and the Gollum Elder and then charging at him with blood-red eyes...

Dal thought the Soul-sucking Ghosts were ridiculously badass!

It felt like the boss at the end of the previous level had suddenly become a common mob in the next, an overwhelming presence indeed.

When he snapped back to reality, everyone was sprinting along the main road, the third beacon had been extinguished, and the gates of Fran Fort were wide open; there was no need to fight an unbeatable enemy.

Maru and the Strategy Group must have chosen to go head-to-head with the squad of Soul-sucking Ghosts and met a grim outcome; during the frantic escape, Dal looked back.

The Soul-sucking Ghosts weren’t doggedly pursuing the adventurers like the Forged Demons did.

They moved with swift yet composed strides, exuding a peculiar elegance—was this the composure of the strong?

Their direction was the same as the adventurers’, clearly heading for the gates of Fran Fort.

The Soul-sucking Ghosts were after the Fran Undead Team! Dal realized with shock.

He suddenly felt the urge to tip off the Undead Team, but the next second he realized how ridiculous that idea was.

Putting aside whether the legendary Undead Team would fear opponents like the Soul-sucking Ghosts, Dal might not even survive after passing through the gate, considering there lay an unknown area beyond it.

Better mind his own business first!

Passing through the gate, the scenery behind it seemed... no different at all.

Wait, there was a positive change—the swamp had finally disappeared.

The terrain behind the gate was clearly mountainous; the elevation rid them of the swamp’s troubles, presenting an uphill mountain road ahead.

Roger looked back and, seeing that the Soul-sucking Ghosts hadn’t caught up, he heaved a sigh of relief and joked, "Lucky they didn’t follow, otherwise I was about to put that joke I heard over drinks yesterday to the test."

Dal was deep in thought, but the empathetic Antili didn’t want to leave things hanging and asked, "What joke?"

"If you and a companion run into a Monster while hunting on a mountain, and at that moment you’re the only one with an Arrow," Roger chuckled, "what should you do to escape the predicament?"

Antili gave him a look, "Depending on the sex of the Monster, shoot it in the eggs if it’s male or in the butt if it’s female."

Roger unconsciously shifted his hips, grimacing as he said, "No, no, the right answer is to shoot your companion with the arrow; all you need to do is run faster than your companion."

"So you’re saying, if we couldn’t have escaped just now, you old bugger were planning to betray the two of us?" Antili raised an eyebrow, not only angry but also amazed someone dared to share their dark thoughts out loud.

Even Dal spared a glance for that.

"Bullshit, I meant I’d cover the rear while you run ahead!"

Roger felt insulted, waving his fists about.

"It’s all because the joke you told wasn’t right for the situation..." Antili internally tagged Roger with "not good at telling jokes."

The joke might have been inappropriate, but it did manage to ease the tension for a moment.

As they walked up the mountain road, they suddenly noticed a group of dark figures lying in ambush ahead.

"It’s a Monster," Antili glanced skyward—the bird Battle Pet she had released for scouting was alerting her.

Roger shot Dal a look, and they both stealthily approached the Monster from behind, blade ready to strike.

Blood spattered as the Monster died cleanly by the roadside, yet they realized a Monster nearby had witnessed everything. It was hiding under a tree, its body color almost blending with the environment, going unnoticed.

Bad news—if this Monster were to raise the alarm, it might attract more enemies.

Roger was about to throw a piece of Black Night Magic Gravel at it when a surprising scene unfolded.

The Monster merely glanced at them before disinterestedly lowering its head, as if sleeping was more interesting than the adventurers before it.

"What’s going on here?" Roger looked at Antili, asking, "Is it the same breed as those in Food Paradise?"

He was referring to the non-aggressive Pokemon.

"The difference in style is a bit much..." Antili looked disdainfully at the Monster before her.

These Monsters had sparse black feathers, their limbs were thin and twisted, reminiscent of a hybrid between a crow and a human.

[Hunting Manual: Monster category]

[Name: Crow Man]

[Originally inhabiting the Painting World, they left their homeland due to its decay and eventually came to the Fran Fort. Perhaps it’s their yearning for home that has weakened them after leaving it]

It’s worth mentioning that the introductions in the Hunting Manual were written by Gong Qiying, one letter at a time. However, some backstories of the Monsters were not very clear to him either, as the narrative of the soul series is quite fragmented, and his past self was not an expert soul scholar with limited abilities.

Therefore, he would adapt the Monsters’ backstories to suit the needs of the Sain Dungeon to some extent, and he apologized if there were any out-of-character moments.

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