Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 302: After the revision - 232 Fog Hidden Nobles

Chapter 302: After the revision: Chapter 232 Fog Hidden Nobles

After some "god-like" maneuvers, the professor and his party successfully shifted the Big Warrior Pot’s aggro onto the elves.

Watching the Big Warrior Pot chase Steeran and the others into the right branch area, Turci couldn’t help but smile.

Right now, I am really despicable!

Unexpectedly, the first monster they encountered here was so troublesome; the challenges ahead would certainly be no less daunting.

They had made thorough preparations before entering this time, using at least seven group beneficial magic spells. Seth had also handed out several ring-like magic tools to extend the duration of the beneficial magic on them.

Turci even cast a thick magic shield over everyone, making them look just like turtles.

However, the upcoming monsters made them feel unsafe even hiding behind the turtle shell.

A large number of magicians and soldiers appeared one after another on the only path. Their individual strength wasn’t strong, but grouped together they formed a formidable force.

Seeing the enemies almost blocking the road, Roger felt numb.

He suddenly remembered drinking with Drew from the Strategy Group a couple of days ago, during which Drew said they had gone through a lot of hardships to reach the boss monster on the left.

Looking at the hordes of monsters now and recalling Drew’s words, Roger couldn’t help but question.

"How on earth did your Strategy Group get through!?"

In an instant, magic effects flew everywhere. Turci used an enlarged magic shield to hold off the monsters ahead, while the rest frantically unleashed large-scale attack spells. Drew wielded luminous stone magic gravel, making it feel like he was throwing broom stars.

With so many enemies, they dared not engage in close combat. So Seth summoned a tornado, and Roger threw fireballs.

Unfortunately, the only offensive magic Roger could use in large quantities quickly was the fireball spell. These exploded, causing splash damage and barely counting as area damage.

The good news was, after the battle started, they realized individual monsters were much weaker than those outside, even if they were the same monsters; their strength inside the academy was weaker.

This was likely to give adventurers a chance, as the monsters appeared in groups; if their individual strength were too high, it would be impossible to fight them.

Even so, the battle was still perilous. The crucial magic shield broke, letting the monsters flood in.

"How did it break?" Turci was shocked; she had been maintaining the shield with all her might.

"[Fainting]!"

At that moment, a spell was shouted from the monsters’ midst, and a stream of light struck Turci, causing her to fall into deep dizziness involuntarily.

Before anyone could react, she was crushed into the rushing monster tide.

She was likely dead or definitely dead; after all, she was at the frontline maintaining the shield, just one layer’s distance from the monsters.

Such a small distance left others no time to react and save her.

Fortunately, when adventurers died in the academy, they would resurrect at the entrance, sparing them from running here all the way from the Academy Gate Town.

When Turci revived and rushed to reunite with the team, she found the monsters had been cleaned up, and everyone was busy treating their wounds. She quickly started using healing magic.

Except for that unusual Big Warrior Pot, this was their first wave of enemies. If the following ones were this many, how could they continue fighting?

Leon and the others were getting more crucial!

"Do we have to use that method?"

Turci gritted her teeth, opened her backpack, revealing it full of Magic Power Supplement Potions.

[Group Invisibility Technique], [Group Silence Spell], [Group Breath Concealment].

These three spells consumed a terrifying amount of one’s magical reserves. Even she, after using them three or four times, had to drink a potion to replenish herself. The key was that these spells lasted only a short time, with less than ten minutes of effective time, requiring frequent casting. Once attacked, the invisibility effect would vanish.

The only advantage was that these three spells combined could achieve almost perfect invisibility—providing the enemies weren’t like Sword Saint Gapar with extremely high environmental perception.

After a series of magical glows flashed, they were in "perfect invisibility" as they emerged from their hiding spot.

A few magicians stood in the road ahead. Roger took a deep breath, nervously walking past them, as they did not notice him at all.

Excellent, this method works!

He was so excited he almost wanted to punch the air. Only professors could afford such luxurious tactics; others couldn’t endure the economic burden of high-quality magic potions.

To ensure safety, they precisely calculated time, casting the invisibility magic combination every eight minutes to ensure it wouldn’t suddenly fail.

During these eight minutes was their "safe" time. They moved while observing their surroundings.

Strangely, all the monsters they encountered were in small groups. The large horde from earlier never reappeared. What was going on? Could it be there was only grand welcoming ceremony at the beginning?

This question was answered when their invisibility prematurely failed.

Maybe there was a mistake when casting, as this time the invisibility lasted only six minutes before dissipating, and the monsters in front of Roger noticed him.

Thankfully, only three monsters saw us. I can handle them all by myself—

The next second, over twenty more of the same type suddenly appeared around the three monsters.

Roger’s smile froze on his face, then he turned and took off running.

They finally understood why they only saw scattered monsters along the way—it turned out those guys were "reconnaissance soldiers"! Once adventurers were discovered by the reconnaissance soldiers, a large force would follow closely behind!

This was a clever method devised by Gong Qiying.

If there were a large number of monsters residing within the academy, even at the cost of weakening their strength, the spiritual power required for summoning them would still be a huge expenditure.

So he simply set this rule: after "reconnaissance soldiers" discovered adventurers, the dungeon would summon a large number of monsters, which would then be recycled into spiritual power after fighting the adventurers. This way, the consumed spiritual power was much less, only covering the activation period of the monsters.

The entire Magic Academy operated under such a rule, which also counted as cost reduction and efficiency improvement.

Having barely escaped the pursuit of the monsters, the professor and his team were about to use invisibility magic again when—

"Woo..."

Suddenly, the sound of a flute came from an unknown location?

The sound of the flute was hauntingly melodious, with an undertone of sorrow that inexplicably gave the listeners a creepy sensation, as if the music had drifted up from Hell.

Before they knew it, a light mist began to form in front of them, and they discovered the scene before their eyes had changed.

The splendid Magic Academy suddenly transformed; the sound of flowing water appeared around them, and the light dimmed.

Rundown wooden houses loomed faintly in the dense fog, and underfoot, the luxurious carpet turned into slippery soil, covered with slimy moss.

Suddenly, they found themselves transferred from the Magic Academy to a dilapidated village in the fog?

"Teleportation magic?" Seth’s eyes showed curiosity, but after taking a few steps forward, he realized something was off.

The dense fog obstructed his vision, visibility was extremely low, and with every step he took, the scene before him changed, sometimes returning to the Magic Academy, sometimes arriving at the rundown village. The constantly shifting scenes made him feel dizzy.

Seth realized they were still inside the academy but had fallen into some kind of illusion magic trap.

He cast a spell to dispel the illusion but found it ineffective. The scenery continued to change, and the mournful flute sound lingered nearby.

"We need to find the source of the flute sound," he said. "That must be the cause of the illusion."

If one listened carefully, they could discern the direction of the flute sound. It didn’t seem far, but the path ahead seemed endlessly long.

When the scene transformed into the foggy village, small, red-eyed humanoid monsters would appear, attacking them with broken farming tools and gibbering noises.

If you moved a step forward or backward and the scene changed back to the academy, the humanoid monsters would disappear, as if it really had been an illusion.

But, if you moved forward and saw the village again, the previously vanished monsters would reappear, their scythes and hoes bringing the threat of tetanus as they mercilessly assaulted your body.

One moment, a monster lunged at you; the next moment, it vanished into thin air, only to reappear inches from your face a second later. You wished to fight back, but the monster disappeared again.

The next step could place them by your side from any direction, perhaps even right behind you.

And the academy monsters would not relax either, they would still react to the adventurers, summoning dozens of their kind.

The fog that obscured vision and the unpredictable monsters combined to trap one in an inescapable illusion. You could never tell what the next step would bring; the frequent scene changes caused vertigo and bewilderment, rendering everything blurry.

In just a moment, the professor and his group felt like vomiting.

Time seemed to crawl, truly like living through a never-ending day. If the previous monster army could be countered by increasing adventurer numbers, this foggy illusion could not be broken no matter the number, unless the source of the flute sound was found.

No wonder Steeran didn’t want to come here; the experience was simply too torturous.

Turci’s group trudged forward, enduring dizziness and illusions. She managed to maintain the invisibility magic, but her face looked worse by the minute.

Closer, the flute sound was nearer now—close enough to be almost within reach.

The monsters in the fog grew more violent, throwing themselves at them without restraint.

Usually, the dual obstacles of foggy monsters and academy monsters would make it very difficult for adventurers to reach here, but Turci’s effort to maintain invisibility magic let them bypass the academy monsters successfully.

The flute sound was just ahead. Amidst the haze, a tall, thin figure playing a flute seemed to materialize in a looming pavilion.

The group exchanged glances, wordlessly agreeing to stand still—if they didn’t move, the scene wouldn’t change.

[Deadly Strike], [Jump Enhancement], [Mid-tier Wrist Strength Enhancement], [Fortress Physique]...

One magic spell after another was cast on Seth, who was preparing for a decapitation strike. They didn’t dare use magic on the flute-playing enemy because—

That guy looked terrifyingly strong.

Anyone daring to play an instrument in the middle of battle must be a formidable opponent!

To fight such a powerful foe, they must be prepared to face death.

Seth took a deep breath, showing a determined expression. He summoned a fierce wind and leapt silently, launching an attack on the enemy.

The flute of the [Fog Hidden Nobles] halted for a moment.

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