Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 57: Violence Can’t Solve Problems... Can It?

Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Violence Can’t Solve Problems... Can It?

Leon walked out of the tool shop with three more letters in his hand.

Thirty Gold Coins, that wasn’t a small amount, spending such funds was painful for him, and even more disheartening, he currently didn’t have that much readily available capital.

Hence, he pawned his "Lion’s Ring," a magical tool that could slightly invigorate one’s spirit simply by wearing it. Sadly, it was useless against the "Horror" state.

This thing was a memento he took from his family, but as his thoughts changed, he felt he didn’t need this trinket anymore.

"Rip—"

No sooner had he left the tool shop than he impatiently tore open the envelopes, greedily reading the contents.

[Information about the bonfire: In the deep stench of Sick Village, the fire’s remaining ashes long for flame. Ignite it, and then... the moment to feast upon rations will come.]

[Information about the Flaming Straight Sword and canceling: In the bottom layer of the uninhabited village, within the forest vibrant with a hundred Elves, venture to the Sealing Prison where the Little Demon Stone Statue resides, defeat the Knight from the Ancient City, acquire his weapon, and the secret of canceling shall be revealed to all.]

[Information about the Lion Ape: The gigantic ape that drank the impure water, even decapitated, can stand up like an insect. Its secret lies within the severed neck—if there is a weapon that can tear it out...]

"It’s all riddles..."

Leon muttered to himself with a touch of resentment.

But these riddles didn’t quite feel like riddles; they seemed decipherable. For instance, the hint about the first bonfire was quite obvious, nearly giving away the location, except for the last line whose meaning was unclear.

But it’s just a bonfire, can it really help one grow stronger?

Flaming Straight Sword, the name itself emitted a weird sensation, not to mention the bizarre canceling... It felt like once canceling was used, one would be beyond redemption.

Lion Ape, although he didn’t know why the shopkeeper gave him this envelope, it coincidentally fit his needs.

After recovering from the Horror State, other than getting stronger, he wanted to seek revenge on the Lion Ape!

If it weren’t for the ambush, he could have definitely defeated that massive ape. And with the Horror state making him look shameful, the Lion Ape had risen to the top of his list of targets to kill in his heart.

Gradually feeling better mentally, he now believed Gong Qiying’s words didn’t seem so correct, yet they held a subtle truth.

"Rest for two days, then enter the Dungeon again..."

On his way home, he deliberately took a detour to avoid the adventurer’s guild. Right now, his humiliating defeat had become a hot topic among adventurers, and he didn’t want to voluntarily get close and be gawked at like a monkey in a show.

Even though Gong Qiying had given him some guidance, he still hadn’t figured out how to face the adventurers who once admired him. He couldn’t really beat them up, could he?

Believing that one could convince others by beating them up... What kind of nutcase would come up with such logic?

I will never agree with that!

Leon arrived in front of his rented mansion only to find someone waiting for him at the door.

An adventurer!? His complexion changed, but upon a closer look, he realized it wasn’t an adventurer, as he recognized the person.

"Zanka, what are you doing here?" he asked with a gloomy face.

Zanka, a servant of Leon’s family, was also his childhood playmate, but also... his sister’s Attendant.

Ever since Leon had a falling out with his sister, under her directives, Zanka had been picking on him, sometimes secretly playing dirty tricks to embarrass him in public, the harm not severe, but highly insulting.

Leon’s father knew all about these things but didn’t care about Leon, so how could he expect such an odd parent to stand up for him?

Without the master’s silent consent, would a servant dare to make such a ruckus?

In a way, this guy was also one of Leon’s childhood nightmares, but since he was a part of his sister’s camp, he directed all the hatred towards his sister.

"Master Leon, long time no see," Zanka deliberately emphasized the word "master," his handsome and fair face hiding a mocking expression.

"Spit it out if you’ve got something to say," Leon said, holding back from kicking him out immediately, which showed his recent improvement in self-restraint.

"Don’t be so impatient, young master. Think back to our joyful times. I even took you to catch a little fragrant pig,"

Then you recorded the scene of me being chased around by the fragrant pig’s parents with a photography crystal and played it at my birthday party.

Leon didn’t say a word, just stared at Zanka.

At this moment, his blond hair was disheveled and wild, somewhat resembling a lion’s mane, and with those golden eyes hiding anger, he actually looked like a real lion.

Zanka, feeling awkward, shrugged his shoulders, took out a gold-embossed envelope, and handed it to Leon with one hand, saying:

"Next month is the young lady’s birthday, and a grand banquet will be held. You haven’t been home for so many years; the young lady hopes that you, the young master, can come back and visit,"

Leon watched as a mere attendant dared to hand him something with such a casual attitude, and his fist involuntarily clenched.

Zanka stretched out his words, sneeringly said, "Haven’t you been home for so many years? Don’t you want to go back and see? Everyone says you’ve become successful. Maybe this time, the old master might be willing to see you, huh?"

As he spoke, his smile showed up, devoid of any other meaning, full of mockery.

Beat him up!

The voice of Gong Qiying exploded in Leon’s mind like sudden thunder.

No, I can’t...

His reason told him that using violence arbitrarily was bad behavior and violence couldn’t solve any problems.

Zanka saw that he hadn’t reacted for a long time, frowned, and was nearly stuffing the invitation in his face. Feeling disrespected, he intensified his tone, saying:

"If you make a proper apology to the young lady at the banquet, perhaps everyone will accept you again, young master. You want to return home, don’t you? I know, I know, you’ve been struggling out there just to show defiance to the old master, recruiting a bunch of rubbish, and somehow, you actually made a name for yourself—"

Anger piled up.

Zanka didn’t finish his words because a fist had already greeted his face!

"How dare you insult them!"

Beat him up...

Beat him up.

BEAT HIM UP!!!

"How dare you hit me!"

Zanka fell to the ground all at once, covering his swollen cheek, shrieking, "The young lady won’t—"

His words were interrupted once again by a punch.

Leon did not utter a word, but his fists kept coming down one after another, each strike full of force and now imbued with rage buff.

To hell with the idea that violence can’t solve problems.

It’s just because you’re not violent enough!

I endorse the beating!

Zanka’s body twitched, and he stopped moving.

Leon wiped his bloodied fist on him, glanced at the gold-embossed envelope, and stomped it into the mud with his foot.

Next month is my sister’s birthday banquet?

Fine, I’ll definitely go.

He took one look at the family door, then turned and left.

No waiting, today Leon would re-enter the Sain Dungeon.