Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 68: Clash with the Demon Clan!

Chapter 68: Chapter 68: Clash with the Demon Clan!

Watching as Steeran’s corpse disappeared on the spot, the Molten Furnace Knight’s body turned to dust and dispersed.

Gong Qiying used his teleportation access to appear here.

"Split in half, and the Teleportation Crystal can still transport both halves of the corpse? That’s incredibly intelligent recognition,"

he remarked.

At first, he had thought about sparing Steeran, but then he reconsidered—if any flaws were discovered, it wouldn’t be good. The Molten Furnace Knights even killed the entire Demon Clan, so why spare you? Could someone be manipulating from behind the scenes?

Well, a normal person wouldn’t think there’s someone controlling the Dungeon from the shadows, but it’s always good to be cautious.

Gong Qiying summoned several Animated Corpses and directed them to move the Demon Clan corpses together.

"This is the second time,"

he said as he crouched down, toying with the twisted remains of the Demons. A faint white vapor rose from the corpses and seeped into his body.

As mentioned before, Gong Qiying’s Animated Corpse body could absorb the remnants of life force from corpses to become stronger, and the life force of the Demon Clan was several times that of other races of equal strength, which was a substantial supplement for an Animated Corpse.

Absorbing it this time could be worth dozens of points of spiritual power upgrade.

But his main focus for coming here wasn’t on absorbing life force.

This was the second Demon Clan invasion of the Dungeon, and they even infiltrated an adventurer’s team to carry out a massacre.

This being the second time, it’s hard to say whether there won’t be a third, fourth, or even more incidents.

This also confirmed that these Demon Clan members were indeed disguising themselves as humans to infiltrate Bed City.

But... was it really a disguise?

Is there a possibility that before they transformed into Demons, they were truly human?

Otherwise, it’s hard to explain why the infallible Demon detection magic failed.

There must be a mastermind behind all this; capturing him could answer these questions.

Heading to the outside world was beneficial for Gong Qiying, giving him freedom to gather intelligence—like the Demon detection magic he learned about through inquiries.

As for the mastermind behind the Demon Clan incidents, he did have a lead.

Tamuda, the owner of the shop he was currently renting, a formal member of the Anti-Dungeon Organization with a not insignificant standing within the group.

This guy had been on the run for a long time, and his whereabouts were unclear to everyone.

The Demons Morgan, Yayi, and Yaer were all members of the Anti-Dungeon Organization, and Tamuda had many connections with them. He fled the moment the Demon incident occurred.

So, he must know something.

"If only I could capture him," Gong Qiying mused, contemplating how to find out Tamuda’s whereabouts.

The simplest method would be to capture a Demon and interrogate it, but these Demons had intelligence issues and only knew how to howl incessantly.

Ah, there’s the answer.

Just capture them before they turn into Demons.

His Crystal Ball had replay functionality, and Gong Qiying had immediately reviewed the events leading to the appearance of the Demons to understand the causes and effects. During this process, he noticed that the Demons, while still human, had normal intelligence.

If it were possible to interrupt their transformation and capture them beforehand, he could extract the information.

This was undoubtedly a challenging task because he didn’t know which adventurer would turn into a Demon, let alone if the transformation could be interrupted.

But...

"Huh," Gong Qiying chuckled, "the difficulty is what makes it interesting,"

He liked to challenge others, and didn’t mind being challenged in turn—as long as it was reciprocal, it was engaging.

And the Demons had successfully piqued his interest.

At that moment, an Animated Corpse suddenly dragged something towards him. Gong Qiying looked and saw that it was the corpse of an adventurer.

These people were slain by Demons, their deaths were brutal, and revival and healing would probably require extra effort...

Wait, why weren’t they teleported out?

Gong Qiying frowned as he searched through the adventurer’s corpse, finding an unused Teleportation Crystal. Why hadn’t it triggered?

The pure white crystal was smeared with filthy blood; the evil aura within the blood polluting the Magic inscribed in the crystal, rendering it ineffective.

And this aura was identical to that of the Demon Clan!

"Heh,"

Gong Qiying instantly realized what was happening and couldn’t help but laugh in anger.

Dare to cut off his wealth, now he was bound to be at loggerheads with the Demon Clan until death!

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Steeran woke up in the Resurrection House with an excruciating headache.

It was not physical pain, but one that stemmed from the depths of her spirit.

A sudden surge of boundless fatigue and pain welled up from her spirit’s depths; if one had to describe it, it felt like having worked intensively for seven days and nights without rest, as if she might drop dead the next second.

"That feeling again..."

The pain was so intense she didn’t have time to contemplate the problem with the Molten Furnace Knight.

After being killed by the Molten Furnace Knight and returning to her world, her headache struck, leaving her defenceless against a Monster’s ambush, and she found herself back in the Resurrection House.

Ever since she had become a Sun Warrior, she had served as an Assistant at least five or six times a day, sometimes as many as a dozen, with equal chances of success and failure.

While in the Dungeon, she didn’t feel much, but as soon as she left, fatigue overwhelmed her like the deep sea.

What on earth was happening?

Could acting as an Assistant also exert additional pressure on one’s spirit?

It took almost all her strength just to sit up in bed, fortunately, right before she was about to fall off, a nun noticed her and hurried over to apply healing Magic.

A gentle green light enveloped Steeran, making her feel somewhat more comfortable.

"Miss Steeran, please rest up and try not to move," the nun gently advised. "Your body has just healed and is still very weak."

"Do you know me...?"

Steeran scrutinized the nun’s face, certain she had never seen her before.

"You don’t know me, but I know you,"

The nun revealed a tranquil smile and said: "These days, the deeds of you assisting adventurers in the Dungeon have spread, everyone says you are a person of high moral standing, and those you’ve helped have been preaching about you."

"Is that so..."

Steeran reddened slightly with embarrassment; she had initially helped others for her own gain, yet in the eyes of others, her actions had become selfless. This was indeed...

A subtle feeling.

"I’ve rested enough, I’ll talk more once I’m home," Steeran struggled to her feet. "How much is the resurrection fee this time?"

"There’s no need," the nun shook her head.

Steeran asked in surprise, "Why?"

"Because someone has already paid for you; naturally, you won’t need to pay again,"

"My companions, huh? Sigh, they must be embarrassed to know I’ve died again," sighed Steeran.

However, the nun denied it.

Still with a faint smile on her face, she looked at Steeran with admiration and said:

"It’s the people you’ve helped; you might not remember them, but as soon as they heard you were here too, they all scrambled to pay your resurrection fee,"

The nun placed her hand on the doorknob but didn’t push the door open. Instead, she winked at Steeran, saying:

"They’re all waiting outside wanting to thank you. Do you want to come out and see? Remember to tidy up your hair; being messy doesn’t look very heroic, you know,"

Steeran didn’t know how to respond for a moment.

It turned out... there really were people who remembered to thank the Sun.