Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 186 - 168 Feasibility of Death Ritual Bird Dying from a Fall?

Chapter 186: Chapter 168 Feasibility of Death Ritual Bird Dying from a Fall?

At that time, Luluwo and her group had already reached their limit.

The configuration of the New Strategy Group actually had some issues; they centered their formation around Luluwo, the strongest member, and all other actions were taken to maximize her damage output.

Thus, when Luluwo fell into a state of weakness, the New Strategy Group’s performance significantly slumped.

This was indeed a pressing issue, whether to add new members or to enhance the capability of the existing ones was worth considering.

But now, their focus was not on this matter.

At midnight, inside the bell tower.

Luluwo, relying on her memory, sketched the route from the Pot settlement to the warehouse, as well as the internal layout of the warehouse. Though her drawing skills were somewhat abstract, it was enough for her to recognize.

"The road from the settlement to the warehouse is clearly a one-way path, with piles of broken wooden crates along the side, and many Wolfmen blocking the way with various weapons. The combat intensity is high."

"Based on my observation and information from other adventurers, there are no shortcuts...Why am I thinking about shortcuts again."

"The only way is to fight our way through honestly, probably."

"The Monster known as Father Gascoin in the warehouse can transform into a beastly form like a Beastman. I do not know what triggers the transformation, but his strength increases a lot after transforming."

"Using sturdy gravestones and the Mud Swamp Technique, we can trap him, but only while he is still in human form. Once he transforms into a Wolfman, he can leap out of the Mud Swamp."

"Hmm, what if we take him down before he jumps out? Like with my chains."

"No, the people who will read my strategy likely won’t have the same strength as me; they won’t be able to take down the priest."

"In that case... Let’s try deepening the Mud Swamp or perhaps just harden it? If it were a higher-tier [Mud Swamp Control], it could wrap the mud around the priest like a rope, supplemented with [Steel Hardening]."

"How much would the scrolls for these two magics cost? What’s the market price of the reward obtained after completing the event? If it’s a loss, then it’s not feasible."

"Maybe we don’t have to stick to binding; it would be nice if there is a way to reduce the combat strength of the transformed priest."

"Perhaps I could also tweak something about the gravestones."

Luluwo sat at the table, deep in thought, considering all the factors she could think of, the more she thought, the more loopholes she found.

If it were the old her, she might have rushed to publish this incomplete information as soon as she left the Dungeon.

It seems like everyone who recovers from the [Horror] state grows a bit, might as well open a psychological counseling office with a group of Lion Apes later.

Just kidding.

"It’s been a while since the captain has been this serious," Berto wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and said relievedly: "Alright, I also need to start working hard, I’ll organize the data tonight!"

Since he was the one who could write the most in the team, this task was rightfully his.

"Your tone is like that of a dad..." Mila said while bringing coffee to Luluwo, casually teasing Berto.

"Ah?"

The next day, the New Strategy Group entered the Sain Dungeon as usual.

This time, their purpose was clear: to find a simple method to tackle Father Gascoin.

For Luluwo, who had regained her strength, fighting him alone was no trouble at all, as the priest’s level was only C-.

But for ordinary adventurers, this was already a formidable obstacle, even though everyone was slowly leveling up with the help of the campfire, challenging a Level C Monster was still tough.

Luluwo made it clear, her strategy was intended for lower-end adventurers.

In gaming terms, for those with less dexterity.

The Warrior Pot was still being besieged by Monsters, the New Strategy Group effortlessly rescued him before rushing non-stop to the warehouse area.

The Warrior Pot watched them leave blankly, feeling a sense of horror that his future seemed to have been foreseen by them.

This time, it was still about breaking a bloody path through the road blocked by Monsters, but the situation was somewhat different.

During the battle, Luluwo looked at the wooden crates stacked beside the road and felt that their placement was particularly intentional.

She recalled the hidden path covered in weeds when facing the archer in the Grave Plain, so she swung her(chain) and smashed the wooden crates.

Unfortunately, there was nothing behind the wooden crates but a wall.

Was my intuition wrong?

She then hurled a Monster, which crashed into another wooden crate and directly fell through.

Luluwo’s eyes lit up, thinking she had found a hidden path, but upon closer inspection, behind those wooden crates was a pit trap full of sharp spikes.

Yikes!

If one fell in there, they would get sliced open; perfect for some spiced marination.

Her understanding of Sain Dungeon’s treacherous level deepened, it seems there were no hidden paths here, she was overthinking...

"Captain, I found a hidden path!" Mila suddenly shouted.

"Eh?"

Surprised, Luluwo saw that after Mila smashed the wooden crate in front of her, she indeed discovered a new path!

It was not so much a path as it was a sewer uncovered after its manhole cover was stolen, inside which the sound of trickling water could be heard.

She eagerly led everyone in, and before leaving, had Ais use magic to seal the entrance to prevent Monsters from sneaking up on them.

The Monsters inside this path were all disgusting slugs, exuding highly poisonous fluids, and one could easily fall into a poisoned state if not careful.

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