Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 165 - 153 Warrior Pot Fragments and Friendly Pot

Chapter 165: Chapter 153 Warrior Pot Fragments and Friendly Pot

Green grass, fresh flowers, a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere; even though this is a graveyard, it doesn’t feel dangerous at all.

As far as the eye can see, this hidden graveyard behind the room has been transformed into a home for pots, filled with pots big and small.

But the only ones that can move, apart from those Little Pots circling around the flowers, are the Warrior Pots that Leon and his friends just saved.

Such a serene scene should not exist in the Sain Dungeon; the stark difference from the previous treacherous and nauseating environment is too great.

"What are they doing?"

Maru looked back at the Warrior Pot, which was just leisurely waving its hand, motioning them to enter.

With Gapar following, there was no need to worry about this place being a carefully disguised trap; they could just go in boldly and without concern.

Being invited into the home by Monsters was truly a novel experience.

She cautiously approached the Little Pots, constantly turning back to check the Warrior Pot’s reaction, which made no move to stop her.

"They really won’t attack us, huh." As soon as Maru got close to the Little Pots, they started a new action.

A few Little Pots just glanced at her—or perhaps glanced; it’s hard to be sure since pots have no eyes—then continued to frolic around the flowers, while a few others started circling her. Could this be some kind of welcoming ceremony?

Maru felt a sense of wonder, as there were even Monsters here that would not attack humans, and she could sense a child-like innocence emanating from the Little Pots.

They even seemed... somewhat cute.

"Maru, be careful," Leon still didn’t quite trust the situation; he eyed the gravestones, worried that skeleton monsters might suddenly emerge—as they had done before.

But it was only by walking among the gravestones that one could find out that the graves had been dug up, and the skeletons inside had long been dismantled.

Probably the handiwork of that big guy.

Leon gave a look to his companions, signaling them to stay alert.

He then looked at Gapar, who was leaning against the wall resting with his eyes closed, his distant expression seeming to say: I’m only responsible for chopping people.

In the end, Leon could only walk up to the Warrior Pot, about to ask why they had been invited in.

Just then, the Warrior Pot fiddled inside a crack on its body and handed him a light point.

"A thank you gift? Thanks." Leon took a look:

[Warrior Pot Fragment]

[A fragment covered with tiny specks of flesh, a spiritual item dropped by a damaged Warrior Pot, do not expect the Warrior Pot to drop any more]

[Wearing it slightly increases the attack power of Combat Skills]

Slightly increases the attack power of Combat Skills?

The simple and unadorned description brought an awesome effect.

What exactly did this slight increase mean? Could it compare to Mid-tier Fierce Battle Magic? No, even if it were slightly inferior, it didn’t matter. Having such an item meant constantly having a Magic buff, which could provide significant strategic value.

Unexpectedly receiving such a thank you gift was truly surprising; Leon almost wanted to thank the Warrior Pot.

Was this also part of the Sain Dungeon’s setup?

After accepting the thank-you gift, it seemed there was nothing else to do; if so, then they would have to continue exploring.

Unexpectedly, the Warrior Pot stopped him, then pulled out a bloody stone slab from its body and handed it to him.

"..."

Leon looked at the increasingly large crack on the other’s body, wondering if it was really okay.

The softened flesh and blood kept flowing out, seemingly unstoppable—maybe something could be used to plug it?

He took the stone slab with engraving that couldn’t be recognized, but fortunately, a line of floating Magic words appeared before his eyes as a translation.

[Being a Wei Pot Master is indeed a tough job, luckily my hands are smooth enough, and the pots like me a lot, I will definitely persevere]

[The number of warrior corpses is dwindling, and bad people are coveting Pot Village; maybe I should take everyone and flee elsewhere, somewhere undisturbed would be ideal, with enough corpses. I found a cemetery before that might be a suitable place to live]

[I can’t remember how long we’ve lived in the cemetery, the pots really like it here]

[I made a big mistake, this cemetery is not peaceful; the Abyss has silently eroded this place, the Monsters have become more ferocious, we can no longer go back to the surface, even the warehouse is surrounded by Monsters, the road is filled with them, but the materials needed by the Wei are all inside, what to do]

[The cracks on Carl’s body are getting more and more, going on like this... no, I must make a trip to the warehouse, I can’t just watch Carl shatter, Golden Tree oh, please bless me.]

There was no follow-up to the writing on the stone slab; the fate of this "Wei Pot Master" was imaginable.

To avoid bad people, they had moved to the cemetery, but ended up in an even greater danger—what a sad story.

So...

Leon looked up at the Warrior Pot and asked, "What do you want us to do?"

This Warrior Pot was the only one in the entire cemetery with a crack on its body; perhaps he was Carl?

The Warrior Pot made no reply, pointing to "warehouse" and "the materials needed for maintenance" on the stone slab, its request was self-evident.

Oh, so it’s asking us to find the materials needed to repair the pots.

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