Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 201 - 174: What Did They See Before They Died? _2

Chapter 201: Chapter 174: What Did They See Before They Died? _2

"Reopen, Dungeon."

The life-or-death fight with Ganago had delayed his precious time, a total waste of... Huh, only an hour had passed?

"I’m really efficient."

Within Gong Qiying’s chuckling smile, the Sain Dungeon was reopened.

The crowd gathered on the surface had not yet fully departed, and Leon was still advising everyone not to waste their time waiting here.

Suddenly, the Teleportation Gate started to flicker with light, and in the next second, it resumed normal operation, openly welcoming everyone’s arrival.

The noisy crowd first fell silent, then burst into cheers.

"Haha, I knew I shouldn’t have left, dear Endless Reincarnation, here I come!"

Upon these words being spoken, many echoed in agreement. Endless Reincarnation was Meat Pigeon’s official name in the adventurer’s guild.

"Another day of hunting down the bad guys."

The Sun Warriors put on their hoods, at this moment they were indistinguishable from each other, all striving for a single goal.

"The strategy of plummeting down from the Call Ship route in front of the Death Knight’s door can be optimized, we’ll continue testing today."

The New Strategy Group was full of motivation.

"...Alas, I can’t get it out."

Sword Saint Gapar sighed; it was another day of being a scrubber in the Dungeon.

"Boss, boss, come down!"

Maru waved at Leon, and as if she had landed a great bargain, said: "Everyone’s gone back, we don’t have to queue today!"

Leon smiled bitterly; in fact, with their status, they could have skipped the line and gone straight in, but no one had ever done so.

"I didn’t expect it to be so quick; I’ve never heard of such a swift restart."

He looked towards the Teleportation Gate. Once through this gate, it’s another fresh, wondrous adventure.

"Sain Dungeon really knows how to create surprises."

With a touch of sentiment, the Strategy Group assembled and entered the Sain Dungeon once again.

Today marked exactly one month since their first entrance here, so was it sort of an anniversary?

They hoped to find some anniversary gifts in the Dungeon.

Later, everyone found that the Sain Dungeon had become incredibly generous that day; Monsters’ aggressiveness had decreased, the number of items had increased, some traps were not activated, and even the number of souls gained from killing Monsters increased.

That day, everyone raked in a huge profit.

People were overjoyed, thinking the difficulty of Sain had finally decreased, so they quickly called friends to explore the Dungeon together.

The next day, everything returned to normal, and the increased foot traffic once again nourished the spiritual power of the Dungeon.

Adventurers might have made a small profit, but the Sain Dungeon would never lose~

Both Sain and Bed City were bursting with vitality.

Every day people were celebrating bountiful harvests, every day masters from afar hastened to the challenge, and every day new caravans brought new opportunities.

A scene of prosperity bloomed everywhere.

Meanwhile, far away on the Western Continent.

Passing through layers of Miasma Fog, in the place where the fog was thickest and the sky the murkiest.

A black giant tree pierced the heavens and the earth; such a magnificent creation could only appear in mythic tales, like a corrupted version of the World Tree.

Around the black giant tree, a vast city had been built, a Royal Capital belonging to the Demon Clan—Great Demon City.

This city, named after the Great Demon Tree, was the true core of the Demon Clan; even if tribal wars raged outside, no flames of war could reach here.

Outer Circle, Inner Circle, Core Circle; the city was divided into three levels, inhabited by different classes, and within the Core Circle, there were even more noble beings.

Priests, those responsible for communicating with the Great Demon Tree, were the truly noble existences.

The temple, shaped like an inverted triangle, leans against the giant tree, and from the apex, one can reach out and touch the Great Demon Tree.

A young girl, still looking immature but dressed in sumptuous clothes, stands on the edge, touching the Great Demon Tree with her delicate palms.

Her skin was remarkably pale, one might even say ghastly white, making her stick out against the dark-skinned Demon Clan around her, with her light purple hair cascading to the ground, adorned with various sizes of Holy Bells.

"Lady Onora," the maidservant dared not raise her head towards the youngest Priest in the history of the Demon Clan. Although she appeared cute, the thought of the dozens of tribes exterminated by this young girl’s hands made the servant’s hands tremble.

This was definitely a cruel Monster disguised in a cute exterior; she had never seen a priestess so bloodthirsty!

The most well-known trait of this young Priestess was that she rarely showed emotion, neither joy nor sorrow, not fear nor anger, like a Magic Statue puppet.

Was there really anything that could induce any emotional change in her?

Onora waved her hand expressionlessly, and the maidservant scurried away, relieved.

"Recently, those who died with vast souls include... Doslepo, Ganago? Who is Ganago?"

She caressed the giant tree; the patterns on the trunk twisted into the faces of the Demon Clan, displaying Doslepo and Ganago!

"What did they see before they died?"

Onora held Doslepo’s face, murmuring coldly to herself, "Let me confirm what they saw, whether it is indeed my enemy or not."

As a Priest, she had the privilege to view the memories of the Demon Clan souls that returned to the Great Demon Tree at their moment of death, even though it was only a flash, but it was enough to gather much intelligence.

"Doslepo, Doslepo..."

She chanted his name silently, using it as a medium; she glimpsed into the memory of the moment when Doslepo’s emotional turmoil before death was most intense.

A dark space, with flickering stars afar.

Huge celestial bodies were revolving in this space, filled with deathly stillness and iciness.

Onora did not know this was called the universe; she was bewildered. Why did Doslepo see such a scene before dying? The chill of the universe involuntarily made her shrink.

Just then, she felt a warmth coming from behind, like the embrace of her father when she was a child.

Instinctively, Onora turned her head and saw a...

A yellow Sun?

"Aaahhh!"

Onora screamed hysterically.

The connection with the Great Demon Tree was abruptly severed, and she tumbled to the ground.

Cold sweat kept pouring from her forehead, she covered her eyes, gasping for air laboriously.

"What, what did I just see? What was that?"

At the moment her gaze made contact with that yellow flame, her soul seemed to be scorched, her body felt as though it was immersed in Chaos, falling into an indescribable terror.

Had it not been for the Great Demon Tree severing the connection to protect her, she might have been...

Onora sat on the ground, unable to calm her emotions for a long time.

The out-of-character scream just now had already caused disturbances outside, and the guards, deterred by her reputation, hesitated at the doorway instead of rushing in.

"What exactly did Doslepo experience..."

That yellow... no, I can’t think about it anymore. That thing seemed like a product of some divine power, was it an Evil God? In any case, I shouldn’t delve into it any further.

She took a deep breath, dismissed the guards, and stood in front of the Great Demon Tree once more.

Her loss of composure just now left her blushing with shame and indignation; she had strived to play the role of a ruthless ruler in front of her kin, and yet she had lost her composure because of Doslepo’s memory.

"Ganago’s memory won’t cause problems again."

With this thought, Onora placed her hand on the Great Demon Tree once more.

And then—

"Aah!"