Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 163 - 151: A World Where You Can’t Leave Without Victory

Chapter 163: Chapter 151: A World Where You Can’t Leave Without Victory

Western Continent, the forbidden zone of life, shrouded in dense Miasma Fog all year round.

Ordinary people venturing into it is akin to seeking death, as certain as entering a lavatory.

To this day, no one has been able to develop magic or artefacts capable of clearing the Miasma Fog. There exists only magic that allows short-term activity within the fog, which comes with side effects, thus limiting human activities to the shallow areas of the Western Continent and hindering deeper exploration.

Therefore, humanity’s understanding of that region is minimal, if not utterly non-existent.

In a remote area, even by the standards of the Western Continent, within a dense forest undetectable by anyone, lies the location of the Evil Nest Dungeon.

Its external architecture stacks high like a pyramid; however, the building material it utilizes is a sticky gelatinous substance with an extremely foul stench.

Passing through a Teleportation Gate oozing with slime leads one inside, but—

At this moment, the Evil Nest Dungeon is devoid of people.

The emptiness can’t simply be described as "desolate as an unused door;" more severe words are needed to depict the situation, as it surpasses mere desolation.

A closer look reveals traces of constructions once surrounding it, now only remnants of burnt ruins left. Where have the people who lived here gone?

This question should perhaps be posed to the City Lord of the Evil Nest Dungeon, Ganago.

In the Lord’s chamber, an immense purple mantis sprawls atop a Fungal Blanket, appearing fierce and sinister—the true form of Ganago.

"Grunt... Almost there, soon I’ll have spiritual power replenishment..."

"Curse that Priest! Once I have spiritual power, I’ll flay you a thousand times over!"

He appears listless, yet his tone is bitterly venomous, filled with hatred.

All problems arise from a new Priest of a certain tribe.

On the Western Continent, the Demon Clan is fragmented into dozens, if not hundreds of tribes. As they are capable of reproduction, each tribe’s population is considerable.

Each tribe is led by its Priest, and the largest tribes have reached non-aggression pacts, collaborating for the revival of the Demon King. However, those smaller tribes they govern are engaged in daily conflict.

Not long ago, a new Priest emerged within a large tribe called Gray Song. Upon seizing power, she embarked on a slaughter of those unruly tribes.

The tribes near the Evil Nest Dungeon met with annihilation, resulting in the ensuing desolation of the area.

The new Priest, after surveying the region, deemed the Evil Nest Dungeon worthless. Given its remote location and uncompetitive resources, with the local tribes gone, no one was willing to risk the ire of the new Priest by coming here.

Ganago thus fell into a hopeless plight.

Now, he only desires to rampage and slay the new Priest, turning the Gray Song tribe into Hell!

However, he believes his current spiritual power to be insufficient, necessitating a power grab for safety. So, he set his sights on Gong Qiying, who had just advanced to level three.

Merely a newly-promoted rookie. Defeating him would be a piece of cake! I only need to expend a tiny bit of spiritual power to reap massive rewards.

Ganago hadn’t considered any other factors, or rather, rage had clouded his judgment. He didn’t think about how to conquer the Sain Dungeon; his only focus was on revenge.

That is to say, he had already taken for granted that the Sain Dungeon was in his pocket.

Even if the Sain Dungeon did possess unexpectedly formidable strength, there was no need to worry. His unique authority would surely handle it.

The name of that authority is: [A World Where One Cannot Leave Without Victory]

Utilizing this authority, he could create numerous mini-dungeons, populating them with various Monsters and even conscious "people"—these "people" aren’t real, of course, but they possess their own consciousness, are capable of thought, and act just like real people, although they would operate according to the script he provided.

Without conquering these dungeons, one cannot leave—this authority is exceptional, even against other dungeons! Just trap the enemy’s Unity Seeker in there, and victory is assured.

"Time, hasten further, just a bit more..."

Crawling in the darkness, Ganago whispered like a demon.

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Gong Qiying is blissfully unaware that he has been earmarked by someone as a reserve hidden energy source. If he knew, he’d probably laugh until his stomach hurt.

At this moment, he is observing the scene within the Crystal Ball, with the images of adventurers requiring attention magnified and on display.

Within the images, Leon and Dal have just claimed victory, defeating the final boss, the Sub-human Swordsman.

That’s right, the final boss they faced was the Sub-human Swordsman, not the Sword Saint.

Meat Pigeon has its own detection mechanism, deciding whether to deploy the Sub-human Sword Saint based on the enemy’s strength. Clearly, for Leon and his companions, fighting the Swordsman sufficed.

Defeating the final boss grants three Historical Battle Certificates, a plethora of souls, and a small chance to acquire the boss’s weapon, learn Magic or Combat Skills, or, with an even smaller chance, to receive a random blessing. In addition to that are a minimum of three random item rewards, which can be exchanged for souls at the altar if unwanted.

These rewards are only temporary; they are bound to be updated in the future.

Dal was fortunate to have learned [Blessing: Skeleton Jump], a blessing that amplifies jumping ability—now his street dancing will soar even higher.

Yet he seems somewhat displeased.

"No painting fragments," he sighed, evidently disappointed.

He had hoped to collect the painting fragments and restore the legend of the Wolf Knight on this excursion, but it seems such fragments are not so easily obtained.

Leon offered some consolation to Dal. There’s still a long road ahead; there’s no need to fret over a single gain or loss.

While what Dal thought of was to get out and spread the news, to mobilize more people to challenge the Sain Dungeon. As long as the number of people reached a certain level, there would be no worry about not finding painting fragments!

When they returned to the starting point, they saw Gapar amusingly playing with two gray wolves, looking quite harmonious and happy.

"Teacher, when did you come out?" Leon asked with a smile, noticing the distinctive Linked Star Sword buckled at the other’s waist.

Eh, why does it feel very similar to the weapon wielded by the Sub-human Swordsman they had just fought?

"I haven’t been out long," Gapar patted the head of Star Eyes, the gray wolf, and said, "It was truly a battle worth reminiscing, but it’s a pity we didn’t get the Tear-Drop Embryo."

"That, Teacher," Leon hesitated, then said, "I don’t think making it through here... should count as conquering the Sain Dungeon."

"Oh, I see."

Gapar seemed to have guessed this already, shrugged his shoulders, and said:

"Tell me about your experiences, give me a laugh."

So the three people and two wolves sat down together to share their encounters inside the Meat Pigeon, until Maru and the others got back to the starting point. After a short rest, everyone unanimously decided—

To take a detour and explore elsewhere.

"I’m gonna vomit..." Maru’s complexion looked really bad. "I haven’t encountered any useful blessings, the Monsters are too strong, and the fight experience was terrible."

"Let’s change direction, relax a bit." Drew patted her shoulder. Their team had failed to defeat the final boss, and had even died along the way once.

The exploration was tremendously unsatisfying; they were almost sick from fighting Meat Pigeons. It was essential to relax somewhere else.

If a normal person overheard this dialogue, they would certainly show a bizarre expression—seeking "relaxation" in the Sain Dungeon? What a weird suggestion.

But no one felt anything amiss, as if they really treated it as their "home."

They must have spent too long inside, their brains went rotten.

Dal actually wanted to go home and rest, but looking at the harmonious atmosphere... never mind, he’d risk his life to accompany gentlemen.

They remembered the intelligence report said that by killing the Sub-human Sword Saint, it can weaken the Death Ritual Bird.

Damn, who came up with that information? Could it be that someone actually cleared the Meat Pigeon and defeated the Sub-human Sword Saint before the Strategy Group?

He had never heard of such a powerful person in Bed City.

"Let’s go this way,"

Coming from the path towards the Meat Pigeon, this time they chose a small room under the city wall as their new exploration starting point.

The place was dark and narrow, the room emanated a musty smell. Room after room was closely connected, traps and [doors that couldn’t be opened from this side] were well-combined, and there were hidden walls between many paths that could open shortcuts.

After a brief exploration, everyone felt refreshed and invigorated. The normal map exploration experience was far more interesting than those monotonous square rooms full of Meat Pigeons.

It seemed that different scenes should be added to each Meat Pigeon level in the future, and Gong Qiying’s notes were enriched with new content.

Most of the Monsters in these rooms were skinny Slave Demons, omnipresent, ready to jump out at any moment to give one a surprise, which annoyed Maru to no end.

Fortunately, the slaves’ combat power wasn’t high, expendable aside from those that could blow Poison Arrows; the rest were just scary, that’s all.

"Ew, what’s this..."

Leon swung his sword and killed a slave, then picked up the light point that popped out.

[Slave Headscarf]

[In Losric, only the lowliest would wear such a thing, treated like slaves, sometimes criminals would wear it as well, but only for humiliation and mockery]

He looked at the dirty headscarf with disgust, thinking how any sane person would want to wear such a thing.

Yet, there was a magical force in his heart compelling him to quietly slip it into his backpack without being seen by anyone.

"Look at this big pot here,"

In one of the rooms, Maru suddenly called everyone over.

In front of them was indeed a very big pot, requiring three or four people to hug it all around.

It was just an oddly-shaped Big Pot, nothing special, so it didn’t attract much attention from the group.

"I kind of want to take it home," Maru looked back three times with every step she took when leaving; she’s always had a weakness for such quirky objects.

Just then, a strange sound came from behind them; something seemed to be moving.

Maru spun around sharply only to see that big pot... It...

...stood up?

Not only had it stood up, but it was also spinning at high speed, hurtling towards them!

In such a cramped room, there was nowhere to hide!

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