Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 360: After Modification - 265 New Version of PV_2

Chapter 360: After Modification: Chapter 265 New Version of PV_2

The Lake Lienia has become a recent hotspot.

Its unique ability to support long-term living, the vast and variable map, the exclusive magic learning mechanics, and the underground maze combined with endless reincarnation make this area rich in vitality, arguably the most re-explorable region.

Not long ago, people opened a new "Small Safe Zone" in the underground maze. While building a stronghold, they also faced the first "monster siege". The adventurers who failed to defend against the monster tide could only watch helplessly as the safe zone they had worked so hard to establish was overrun by monsters.

Adventurers, blood pressure up up!

Someone discovered a tool called "Academy Gate Town Development Permit", which, when used, significantly expanded the territory of the large safe zone, allowing more people to reside there.

It is said that someone in the lake district discovered land that can quickly produce a large amount of crops, eliminating the need to leave the dungeon for supplies.

However, that land can only grow specific plants and needs special seeds. The seeds also have a weird look, resembling pixel blocks.

But as long as it’s edible, who cares what it looks like.

Dal occasionally leads the Fran Guards to the lake district to challenge elites or even bosses for training. Fighting strong enemies undoubtedly enhances their strength rapidly.

But a new problem arises. The surrounding demon clan has already been slaughtered to extinction, and the Fran Guards have not had any ground combat practice in a long time.

Dal considered taking the team on a mission to other regions, but he was reluctant to leave the Sain Dungeon, finding it hard to discover a quicker way to enhance strength than staying in Sain and gathering souls to level up.

If they kept holding back, the next time the Fran Guards face the demon clan, they might all turn into the Ten-Mile Slope Sword God.

Several areas of the Sain Dungeon were running full of vitality, even more thriving than the Three Kingdoms Kill.

Dal was walking on the path to Sain Dungeon, recalling a recent invitation from a border general named General Gabi. The general wanted to invite the Fran Guards to permanently station at the border to jointly resist the demon clan’s invasion.

But since the border area did not have the Sain Dungeon, Dal and the others were not interested in going.

Dal passed through the teleportation gate, sat down for a moment at the bonfire in the turkey farm, then passed through the familiar Fran Fort, the whole process as comforting as returning home.

Pushing open the grand door of the Fran Fort, the Fran Undead Team on the Fire Transmission Throne quietly emanated residual fire.

Dal gazed at them for a moment, then looked towards the path leading underground, wondering when this place would finally be unlocked.

But just one glance made him pause, then he rubbed his eyes instinctively and said, "Am I seeing this right?"

A bonfire had appeared in front of the path to the underground...?

"It wasn’t here yesterday."

He tentatively entered the path, the darkness that once blocked the way had vanished, and a cold aura continuously blew through.

His heart was unprecedentedly excited; he could finally enter the Fran Fort’s underground!

What Dal didn’t know was that once he entered, he would find himself in a new dungeon far away.

Dal restrained his excitement and returned to the fort. Before exploring, an experienced adventurer always sits at a bonfire.

However, this bonfire was not burning and needed him to light it himself.

As he placed the flame into the bonfire, Dal suddenly sensed that this small flame he had started would become the fire that heralded a new beginning.

"Boom!"

The fierce fire shot towards the sky, and Dal could even see his own face, mixed with shock and joy, in the flames before him.

"Dum dum doo..."

Notes that brought tears to all undead men began to play, and new images unfolded slowly before him.

A piece of burnt ash fell from the sky.

Then more ashes appeared, like many large snowflakes, covering the world in a layer of gray.

In the midst of the darkness, the Sun King Gwyn walked forward in silence, with countless Black Knights following him towards the Initial Firestove.

Aged female voice rose.

"The Initial Fire dwindles, King Gwyn shares his strength with his people, and first plunges into the fire transmission to continue the world."

"However, the rule of the gods didn’t last as long as he had imagined."

Thick fog obscured the sight, and with a dragon’s roar, the nameless king gradually drifted away in the fog.

In the desolate royal palace, a noble princess in splendid robes was deeply asleep.

In the night-covered corridor, a "woman" wearing a mask imitating the sun looked up to the sky, and countless serpent figures entwined "her".

"The Sun Elder Son is missing, the Sunshine Princess is in a deep sleep, and the Shadow Sun who cannot show their true face has taken up the heavy responsibility."

Such a beautiful woman... Seeing the Shadow Sun made Dal admit he felt a bit moved.

Though her face was not clear, that frail figure aroused an infinite desire to protect her.

"Generations of heroes sacrificed themselves to the fire, and the world continued. Time passed quietly."

One hero after another appeared in the impression, some familiar, some strangers.

Dal saw the undead man he had met briefly in Hawkwood’s Painting World, saw the Ash who defeated the Ember King Undead Team, and even... saw a Sun Warrior. That iron bucket-like helmet was as conspicuous as his cheerful personality.

With so many heroes’ sacrifices, the flame should always remain burning brightly, shouldn’t it?

"Great souls continued to plunge into the flame, but it never regained its former glory. The flame grew weaker daily."

What!?

"There comes a day when the fuel runs out. The flame weakens endlessly, and it is rare to find a soul large enough to sustain it. When there are no suitable offerings, the Ember Kings are awakened, and they cast their frail bodies into the flame once again."

The bell tolled, and one coffin after another opened, with Dal’s most familiar figure leading the way.

Several familiar forms rose from the coffins.

"Watchers of the Abyss, Fran Undead Team."

A giant figure rose from the coffin, roaring with resurgent fire.

"The Lonesome King of the City of Sin, giant Youmu."

A puddle of indescribable dark sludge gushed out of the coffin, revealing a deep aura.

"Deep Saint, Elderly."

These are the Ember Kings... Dal was stunned for the moment.

"However, they will surely abandon their titles as kings."

"In this era of dwindling flames, darkness brews in the shadows, and conspiracy shrouds everyone."

Visuals zoomed infinitely towards Elderly’s body, until the entirety of the scene was covered by pitch-black sludge.

Just when Dal was curious about the meaning of these scenes—

"The usurper, manipulated by the fire of ambition, bares their fangs at the world."

Light began to shine in the darkness.

It was a mystical glow entwined around the sword, one red, one purple!

Blinded by the radiant light, Dal felt a shock to his spirit, and the vision ended at that moment.

"What did I just see...?"

He sat on the ground with his eyes tightly shut, his expression showing pain but his mouth curling into a smile.

"I must tell everyone immediately!"