Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 343 - 255: The Battle of the Sword Saint

Chapter 343: Chapter 255: The Battle of the Sword Saint

"Mr. Jelotte’s death has caused quite a stir among the adventurers."

"Personnel have been dispatched to investigate, although it’s highly likely the culprit won’t be found..."

adventurer’s guild, meeting room.

Assistant Jina was reporting a series of events following Jelotte’s death to Ceder, who rapped the table and looked towards Gapar across from him.

At that moment, Sword Saint Gapar was staring at the image stone that recorded Jelotte’s death, his face gloomy, his gaze revealing deep thought.

"You know what this manner of death means, right," Ceder said, "They’ve even pulled out their weapons to deal with you."

Gapar nodded, reached out, and turned off the image stone, "I didn’t expect them to be so bold as to activate their weapons here... His death also holds some responsibility on my part."

"Let’s not talk about that for now. Do you really not need our help? Do you truly believe they’ll hold to the agreement for a duel?"

Faced with Gapar’s silence, Ceder said seriously:

"That is the unification of the bloodline of the Demon King and the Evil God, the combination of the two most despicable and cunning races in the world. Do you really believe they will act honorably?"

"He’s just a descendant of the unification, how much of that original bloodline could he possibly have left? His strength is far from matching his ancestors."

Gapar shook his head, insisting:

"This is my fight."

Ceder’s expression shifted, and he said helplessly:

"Then at least give me a reason for your solitary battle, even a cliché one will do, like they’ve kidnapped thousands of people to force you into a duel, that way I could at least convince myself."

Gapar chuckled and said, "The reason is simple, it’s just to rid my master of shame. Only I can do it."

"You really are..."

Ceder sighed, "For the sake of our old friendship, if you die, I won’t be retrieving your body."

"Don’t worry."

Gapar pounded his robust chest and looked up at the distant sky.

"He merely stood shoulder to shoulder with my master, but now... perhaps I’ve long surpassed my master of those days."

"Ugh, seeing your arrogant face just makes me angry."

Ceder wanted to give the guy a slap, but held back and said in a grudging tone, "You’re taking so little gear? They’re using weapons, after all."

"So what."

Gapar shrugged.

"I believe the stuff from the Sain Dungeon isn’t any less than their weapons."

"Suit yourself," Ceder turned his head, but when he heard Gapar getting up to leave and his footsteps gradually fading away, he couldn’t help but turn back and say:

"Remember to send word before you come back, so I can prepare a welcome."

Gapar waved carefreely, not turning back.

From the adventurer’s guild all the way downstairs, someone had already prepared a flying horse for him at the door, loaded with all the equipment he was taking.

A set of unremarkable black iron armor, the Linked Star Sword and a giant staff magic wand, a belt with the [Goddess’ Blessing] and some potions, a medley of things.

And a silver shield.

He patted the head of the horse, and it carried him into the sky, heading west towards Bed City like a meteor.

Ceder and Jina stood by the window, watching his figure gradually turn into a tiny black dot in the sky.

"What kind of person is Mr. Gapar going to duel?" Jina couldn’t help but ask.

"His fellow disciple."

Ceder said slowly:

"When he was still studying swordsmanship, he apprenticed under the renowned North Sword Saint, displaying swordsmanship talent far beyond others, climbing to the top rank among the disciples. Everyone believed he could inherit the North Sword Saint’s title."

"But then a competitor emerged, his junior brother also displayed a talent no less than his, progressing rapidly, and becoming highly regarded as well."

"...Did they have a falling out?" Jina asked.

"No, they always had a great relationship, closer than biological brothers," Ceder sighed, "But this relationship lasted only until Gapar descended the mountain for his training. When he returned, he found that his junior brother had slaughtered their master and all their senior and junior disciples. And the reason was... his bloodline from the Demon King and an unknown Evil God required a blood sacrifice."

"No one knew how he hid it until now, you couldn’t tell he wasn’t human from head to toe."

"Since then, Gapar has been hunting his junior brother, but has never succeeded in catching him. Instead, his junior brother kept challenging and killing all those bearing the Sword Saint title across the lands, until no one dared to claim the title Sword Saint anymore, even if they were powerful enough, they chose to remain nameless."

"The reason Gapar took up the title of Sword Saint was more to attract his junior brother, to avenge all those innocent lives lost."

"Now, he’s finally gotten his wish."

In Bed City, Dal watched as Gapar left, even though he never believed in gods, he couldn’t help but pray for him.

"Boss, look, a meteor!" Maru exclaimed excitedly, pointing to the sky as she came out of the dungeon, and Leon couldn’t help but squint.

At Madar Magic Tool Store, Gong Qiying waved at Gapar’s departing figure.

"Isn’t this the time to say some blessings? Then..." he muttered to himself, "Long may the sunshine."

A week later, at the border.

The closer he got to the Western Continent occupied by the Demon Clan, the more desolate the landscape became, the green grasslands gradually turning yellow, finally becoming cracked earth. The creatures encountered along the way became more and more scarce, increasingly vicious and dangerous, until eventually, all encountered creatures were monsters.