Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 249 - 199: Flash Technique? Sun Fist!

Chapter 249: Chapter 199: Flash Technique? Sun Fist!

My entire life was ruined by close combat.

Gapar was silent for a long time before he finally shook his head and sighed.

To be honest, he was grateful for every reward from the Dungeon, the Calia Greatsword, and the Highmore Hammer were indeed Magic, aligning with his goal.

The feeling of using Magic Power to condense the blade of the Calia Greatsword was also quite wonderful, fitting his imagination of a Magician’s combat to some extent, and in a way, fulfilled a dream.

Their practicality was also pretty high, fast to strike, no chanting required, and a sudden Great Sword sweep during combat felt rather exhilarating; although he hadn’t used the Highmore Hammer, judging from the power he had just witnessed, crushing a Troll to death in one hit wouldn’t be a problem.

Any other person would consider these rewards precious.

But unfortunately, what Gapar wanted was Magic like Flame Storm, Ice Frost Summoning, etc., the kind that could control the entire field from the backlines.

Close combat Magic was simply not what he was looking for.

"Being so picky, I’m even starting to dislike myself," he said with self-mocking laughter.

Although they didn’t match his expectations, at least the Sain Dungeon had given him a real taste of using Magic, so for that, he was still thankful to the Dungeon.

Sigh, if only he could be given non-close-combat Magic, he would instantly become a big fan of the Sain Dungeon, willing to rave about Sain everywhere.

According to his tastes, he’d probably really like the Elden Meteor and the Star Creation Rain.

The location of the Communication Center was the second hall he encountered; he didn’t know how much of the rest of the unexplored areas remain, but considering the puzzle elements and branching paths that he had ignored, the areas for actual exploration were probably vast, no less extensive than the Fran Fort.

Gapar chose not to continue exploring; his priority was to proceed with the Tutor Hat’s event, to see if the so-called Master could be summoned.

If not, how was he supposed to learn Magic, and would the Tutor Hat provide any help?

He suddenly thought, what if something hidden would trigger by breaking the Tutor Hat’s worldview?

Forget it, he felt like doing so would be courting death.

On the way back, new Magician enemies appeared; he even envied their Luminous Stone Magic Gravel, at least that was a ranged Magic, and its sound and light effects had a special kind of beauty.

He hadn’t had the chance to try the Highmore Hammer after obtaining it, but without a Magic Wand, the generally recognized medium for casting Magic, Gapar tried to snatch the Magician’s wand, only to find that he couldn’t use it after grabbing it.

After a Magician’s death, their weapons and equipment would turn to ash, and a random piece of equipment would drop as a light point. It seems like Sain doesn’t want adventurers to just be able to take up arms and seize Monsters’ weapons, probably for fear of chaos occurring.

After all, many adventurers are coveting the Molten Furnace Knights’ Great Swords.

[You’re back, how’s the Communication Center, is the mission complete?]

"That thing really was low on power, I replaced it with a new one."

[Good, Gryffindor gets a point.]

"What?"

[Nothing, Gryffindor classroom is known for bravery. Your Master Gandalf is the professor of that classroom, so you will also be a student of Gryffindor classroom in the future. I’m awarding an advance point because that classroom always loses points for various reasons. You haven’t joined yet, and you’ve already earned them a point, which will definitely be welcomed.]

The Tutor Hat was quite familiar with everything here, speaking confidently.

[Actually, I think Gandalf would be more suited for the Ravenclaw classroom, but he just refuses to switch. Winter Castle and the Clock Tower are also quite good.]

Gapar listened silently; this was a good opportunity to supplement world lore.

The Tutor Hat’s voice was excited, as if it had been a long time since it had the chance to talk to someone, and now it could finally talk at length with a "student" about its favorite subject, the Magic Academy. How could it not be happy?

A faint sense of sadness suddenly arose in Gapar’s heart—the other party did not know that the so-called Magic Academy and Masters had vanished without a trace, still immersed in past glory.

In a way, ignorance was bliss.

Knowing too much might mean hearing the call of the deep sea octopus.

[Too much talk, forgot the main point, I’ll contact Gandalf now.]

[Doodle-doo—]

The Tutor Hat kept sending communications to the unknown whereabouts of Gandalf, but no matter how much it tried, there was no response from the other side.

Gradually, it also grew impatient and said irritably:

[Damn it, what the heck is that old man doing, conducting an experiment? A new student has arrived; why doesn’t he come to meet them?]

I think he might not be able to come anymore, Gapar dared not to say these words out loud; he was afraid to break the Tutor Hat’s worldview.

"How about I walk around here and take a look first? No rush," he suggested.

[Sigh, you don’t understand, once Masters start experimenting, it can take a very long time, not hearing from them for years is normal. If you waste years of your time here for nothing, wouldn’t that be a waste?]

The Tutor Hat not only instinctively made excuses for the Masters’ disappearances but also genuinely cared about Gapar.

It’s okay; it won’t be years. In a few hours, I’ll be kicked out of the Dungeon, and when I enter again, you will treat me as if we’ve never met.