Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 224 - 186: Discouragement Brother’s "Chasing Memories

Chapter 224: Chapter 186: Discouragement Brother’s "Chasing Memories

"Hawkwood..."

Inside Sain Dungeon, Dal silently read out the name of the unfamiliar man in the painting.

This person looked like a member of the Fran Undead Team? Since he was wearing Armor, he most likely was.

So what experiences hidden within this painting belonged to him? And what was his identity? Could it be that he held a significant position within the Undead Team, wielding great authority?

Dal had this thought because the previously discovered painting was called Wolf Knight, documenting the Legendary tale of Artorias.

Thus, he subconsciously believed that this Hawkwood might also have a legend no less significant than Artorias’s.

At this moment, he was in Sain Dungeon for the purpose of entering it, to see what kind of stories it held within.

The rest of the Fran Guard were gathered around him, and although they already knew the rule that only one person could enter the painting at a time, given Dal’s disoriented state for a long while after several days spent inside the last time, everyone was quite worried, and someone even tried to persuade him not to go in.

But someone must explore the unknown. Humanity progresses by stepping on the footprints or even corpses of the pioneers.

Therefore, Dal resolutely decided to enter the Painting World, and these Fran Guards came to see him off.

In there, some held onto the hope that maybe this time Dal would come out quickly, at which point someone would need to take care of him, possibly exhausted.

So some people chose to stay behind voluntarily, using the time waiting for Dal to practice their swordsmanship or something like that, reasoning that there was no difference between sword training above ground and in the Dungeon.

An assortment of Potions, scrolls, and other supplies filled his backpack, all of which were prepared for him by his comrades.

"...I really don’t need this much." With twitching lips, Dal gazed at the mountainous backpack; burdened with it, he feared he wouldn’t even manage to roll.

"Just in case, huh? Please accept it, big brother. This is everyone’s good wishes," a girl named Terry played to her vocal and physical appeal, through a bit of acting spoiled she forced Dal to shoulder the backpack.

He had never been good at refusing a woman’s coquettish demands; Maru used to frequently tease him to no end.

After entering, he planned to put down the backpack at the revival point. Fortunately, items dropped upon revival did not vanish, Dal thought to himself.

Following that, amidst the farewells of the crowd, he entered the Painting World.

Just before his consciousness was swept into it, Dal suddenly had a strange feeling—why did everyone’s expressions look as though I was heading to my death?

A little too inauspicious!

The process was exactly the same as the last time. Once again, he experienced someone else’s story, or rather, memories, from a first-person perspective.

But this time, the memories were somewhat different.

He saw himself seated in a gloomy building, the name of which he did not know, only feeling that it was vast and several thrones were built up high in the center... Eh, there was a little old man with a broken leg sitting on one of the thrones.

Without reason, he sensed a solemn, respectful atmosphere here, tinged with a faint sadness.

The point of view shifted, and he saw a woman standing not too far away, and upon seeing her face clearly, Dal’s breathing paused for a second or two.

Very beautiful, beyond his conception of beauty, the woman with an eyepatch was more gorgeous than anyone he had seen in his life, surpassing even the Elf Clan.

Luluwo paled in comparison to her, looking like a country girl come from the village... Wait, why am I comparing her with Luluwo?

Dal got unexpectedly eager, pondering whether he could communicate with that woman when he had the freedom to move around.

He harbored no disrespectful thoughts, and being frivolous was not in his nature; he only wanted to hear her voice and take a longer look at her beauty.

His mindset was akin to a youth who admired the pretty elder sister next door but dared not speak, only able to watch in secret.

And at this moment.

"Crackle and pop..."

The sound of flames igniting, suddenly, a burst of firelight rose in the building, the darkness dispelled, and a warm sensation rushed over him.

He saw the bonfire in the center of the area being kindled, and the one who lit the bonfire was a stranger wearing an Armor Dal had never seen before.

He bore the signs of battle, seemingly having just gone through a rather tough fight; after inserting the Spiral Sword into the Ash, the bonfire ignited immediately.

Who was this, and since he appeared in Hawkwood’s memories, he must be someone important, right?

Dal saw the man walking towards "himself," and at this moment, "he" also spoke.

"You’re another one who can’t seem to die, huh? Same as me, we accomplish nothing, can’t even manage to die properly, it’s all quite laughable... And that mission, to have half-baked souls like us undertake such a task, how is it possible to achieve it?" As soon as Hawkwood opened his mouth, it was full of negativity.

Why is this painting’s protagonist so demoralizing?

"Oh, you plan on challenging the Ember King, huh? Heh, quite the brave soul you are. Go ahead, I’ll just sit here sighing in regret."

"What, you want to ask where to find the Ember King? Hm... Well then, fine, I shall tell you."

"Pass through the high walls of Losric, reach the Undead Settlement; if you have the strength, then just go challenge the Deep Church. After that, you’ll reach the stronghold of the Fran Undead Team, the Ember King’s keep. Go challenge them."

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