Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 481 - 333: Is there no happy ending?

Chapter 481: Chapter 333: Is there no happy ending?

The sky above Irithyll in the Cold Valley reverberated with someone’s heartfelt shout.

"No!"

Snowflakes fluttered, the north wind blew, and the world was a vast expanse of gray~

Fingerley was now just one shout away from perfection if he called out for Qiuya again.

"What’s wrong with the boss?" Tusi was evidently at a loss, looking to Matilda and Aleya for help.

"Sigh, this guy." Matilda helplessly covered her forehead, the gesture looking goofy with her massive body made of steel armor.

She was well aware of their captain’s nature, or rather, character. Fingerley is the type who easily gets absorbed in a story.

For instance, while watching a play, although he wouldn’t get so absorbed as to storm the stage and beat up the actor playing the villain, he would genuinely cry his heart out for a tragedy, sometimes in a way that leaves people baffled.

But in daily life, Fingerley seems very rational and normal, with his actions at most being a bit quirky and offbeat, making it hard to tell he is such an emotional person.

On this matter, Fingerley once explained:

"My parents were theater actors, and they told me that whether watching a play or enjoying other stories, one must be fully emotionally invested. This is both a respect to the creator and a way to live up to the ticket money I spent."

It seems the last line is the key point, but never mind, the point is Fingerley can immediately immerse himself in any story he encounters.

Moreover, he is a big fan of happy endings, believing life is already hard enough, and at least stories should have some sweetness.

So he should be regretting causing the death of the little boy by his wrong decision now?

Facing this situation, Matilda had rich experience in handling it.

She nudged Aleya, who nodded, took out a seed of unknown effect, and stealthily approached Fingerley, intending to stuff it into his ear before he knew it!

"Whoosh—"

Fingerley suddenly vanished, and with a turn of the head, he appeared behind Aleya, holding that seed in his hand.

He looked both regretful and angry, gritting his teeth, he crushed the seed, saying:

"Don’t plant calming vines on me, I don’t need them this time! It must be because I didn’t do well enough just now, tomorrow I must ensure the child’s survival!"

"The place where he died just now isn’t far from the church, just a few more steps and he would have made it in, all because of that creature that was neither dog nor crocodile that he got killed by!"

"And it was I who let that monster go, I must take full responsibility!"

"Um, boss..." Tusi thought Fingerley was being a bit too serious, it was just a residual shadow after all.

Maybe this little episode was just Sain’s way of leaving some rewards behind while teasing people’s minds? Maybe there’s no perfect ending at all?

Matilda pressed his shoulder and said helplessly:

"It’s too late, he’s already made up his mind."

As if trying to convince herself, Matilda muttered to herself:

"Maybe if we manage to get that kid to survive, there might be extra rewards, which aligns with our adventurer mentality, so I can accompany the captain in his frenzy."

It was the first time Tusi had seen someone expressing all their inner thoughts like this, he looked at Aleya, who was always unconcerned, she only followed her teammates’ actions.

"I can roughly guess what we’ll be doing for the next few days now."

Tusi scratched his goatee and suddenly found himself interested in whether the little boy could survive.

If he really could make it, what would happen?

It wasn’t long before the clock struck midnight, and Master Sain’s workday was quietly over.

Fingerley walked with his hands in his pockets towards the inn near the teleportation gate, a look of contemplation on his face.

The teleportation gate of the Eagle Capital Dungeon had initially opened on a plain some distance from the Light Eagle Group’s base, with nothing but stones and grass around, and the royal city’s constructed road didn’t pass through here. But as the fame of Sain Dungeon gradually grew, the location of the teleportation gate naturally drew everyone’s attention, so construction began under the organization of some nobles and merchants.

Main materials include rock giants with no opposite-gender experience in fifty years and slimy tentacle monsters, builders selected from forty-year-old civil engineering magicians who were still ’untainted, bald, or had a Mediterranean hairstyle as a preference.

Then find a few security supervisors under the age of ten who have earth and wood magic attributes to sign the project files, so even if they get sentenced to decades in jail, they can study both civil engineering magic knowledge inside, and when released, they’re experienced civil engineering magicians, and when they start working, find new security supervisors.

This is the perfect cycle!

Through the efforts of many people, a small town rapidly grew around the teleportation gate, which to this day is still continuously under construction and expansion, only halting construction when the dungeon closes, from midnight to three in the morning, because adventurers also rest during this period.

Building inns around here is a surefire, profitable venture. Adventurers surely can choose to reside in Lake Lienia, but only specific bonfires can teleport between each other, so many can’t make it to Lake Lienia when the dungeon closes and have no choice but to stay out.

Moreover, it’s not just adventurers who reside near here, those seeking business opportunities, people coming to watch the excitement, and people with various purposes are also stable sources of clientele for the inns.