Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 72: Kicking Over the Spiral Sword!

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Kicking Over the Spiral Sword!

No matter how many times they see it, the scene of the Primordial Fire igniting always stirs people’s emotions profoundly.

The vigorous flames that burst forth brought the first touch of color to the world, and from then on, everything was imbued with vitality.

The Immortal Ancient Dragons, mountain-like, could survive in any extreme environment, appearing so invincible, as if they would forever dominate the world.

However, Gwyn’s Sunlight Spear hunted the Ancient Dragons, and thus the story begins, narrating the dawn of the Age of Fire.

"The Age of Fire, thus begins."

From the birth in flames, the war with the Ancient Dragons, to the onset of the Age of Fire, the story shown by the bonfire is filled with hope, as if the flames would forever burn, bringing eternal light to the world.

Seeing this vision again, members of the Strategy Group still inevitably feel entranced, as if their minds have drifted to the ancient past.

Leon feels a profound connection; he finds the idea that the world was brought to life by fire inexplicably romantic, as if his own life is ablaze.

Unlike them, the others who saw this scene for the first time had much stronger reactions.

Steeran was so lost in thought that it took her a long while to come back to her senses, only realizing when she stumbled and fell.

"Hey, hey?"

So bonfires produce visions? Why haven’t I seen this before?

She pinched her face, suspecting that what she saw was an illusion.

Had I kindled a fake bonfire before!?

The story the bonfire tells is grand, mystical, and full of hope; she is also shaken by this secret seemingly pertaining to the world’s birth.

But what caught her attention the most is the Sunlight King—Gwyn.

The first time she saw the king, something deep inside her was profoundly stirred, as if through the Sunlight King she could see the sun itself.

The sun is truly magnificent, like an extraordinary father, how I wish I could one day be as vast and full of fervor as the sun...

The moment this thought came to her, she understood; because she is a Sun Warrior, that is why she felt this way.

So, the Sunlight King and the Sun Warrior, with such similar names—is there a connection?

When she signed the covenant at the Sun Altar, she received a Sun Badge, and the moment she took it, a piece of information appeared in her mind:

[Sun Warrior, the glorious Assistant, you will inscribe golden Summoning Marks to aid those in need, with the mission to lead the Summoner to success]

[Become a Holy Light Knight who wields the treasure sword in the name of gods and the sun, to guard your companions...]

It was this declaration that suddenly filled her with a sense of honor, as if her helping others wasn’t just for the soul rewards, but also held a noble purpose.

Yet, after scouring books, she couldn’t find any record of Sun Warriors, leading her to believe for a while that it was a fabrication of the Dungeon.

But when she thought about it, that couldn’t be possible—how could the Dungeon, devoid of consciousness, have the capability to concoct anything!

Steeran strengthened her resolve to find the history of the Sun Warrior and to promote its legacy.

For this purpose, she set a modest goal: to clear the Sain Dungeon!

Turning to the others.

Merca sat in front of the bonfire, lost in thought, the first among them to snap back to reality.

Even though she had always been nonchalant about everything, she now slightly furrowed her eyebrows, subconsciously rubbing her fingers, a sign of her restlessness and unease.

As she moved, a shiny badge fell out of her leather armor; she picked it up immediately and cautiously put it back.

No one noticed this subtle detail, except for Gong Qiying.

If the footage in the Crystal Ball was played backwards, one could clearly see that it was a dark silver badge, with a black crescent moon engraved on it.

This is a badge that only followers of the Dark Wind Goddess’s twin sister—the Dark Moon Goddess—could possess.

The Magician Roger suddenly sat down on the ground, with a joyous smile on his face, non-stop saying, "Ah, ah, this is really something good to see this time,"

His companion Perry couldn’t calm down for a long time, suddenly feeling a huge turmoil in his heart; cold sweat even ran down his face as he muttered to himself:

"No, it shouldn’t be like this, the book clearly said..."

Roger suddenly slapped the back of Perry’s head, earning himself an angry glare.

With his hand on the other’s shoulder, he said cheerily, "How many times have I told you, Perry, read less, read less, what’s written in books isn’t necessarily true, why believe in that stuff?"

"But the books I read are stored on the fifth floor of the library!" Perry retorted: "The books on the fifth floor are all classified as forbidden books, no one is allowed to read them without the president’s permission, doesn’t this mean that everything inside..."

He wanted to say they were all very credible, but was interrupted by Roger.

"Have you read ’The Reproduction and Upbringing of Mother Dragons—Discussions on How Mortals Could Bear Offspring with Unturned Mother Dragons’?" asked Roger.

"What?" Perry knew at once that it wasn’t any serious book.

"That book is also on the fifth floor, also a forbidden book, pure smut under the guise of scientific research, just to embezzle funds," Roger patted his back and said: "Anyway, I believe that what this bonfire is revealing is the actual history."

"Why?" Perry asked blankly.

"Why?" Roger scratched his messy hair, his rogue-ish smile emerging as he gave a thumbs up and said:

"Because the age of fire sounds really cool, men’s recognition of things is that simple,"

Compared to their lively discussion, the reactions of Holy Light Knight and Flame Cultivator, these two religious figures, were quite intriguing.

The Holy Light Knight had his eyes tightly closed, veins throbbing on his forehead as if he had been forced to see something he shouldn’t, posing a tremendous challenge to his psyche.

The Flame Cultivator danced around in excitement, performing a joyous ceremonial dance on the spot, matching with his tattered red robe, he gave off the impression of a Beastman Shaman.

As he danced, he shouted:

"Long live the Fire God, long live the Fire God, hahaha, the world is indeed born from flames, our doctrine is the correct one!"

But after dancing for a while, he stopped, scratching his head in confusion and mumbling to himself:

"But what is the Primordial Flame, Ge Wen, and who is the deity Nite? Why isn’t my god Frame mentioned?"

A blasphemous idea kept telling him in his heart, that the Fire God Frame he believed in might have nothing to do with the Initial Fire mentioned in the bonfire at all!

But what does it matter, as long as the world was created by fire!

A grin spread across his gaunt face, thinking to himself: Who cares about Fire God Frame, I might as well just change him to Fire God Ge Wen!

After all, Frame hasn’t responded to us in nearly a hundred years, it’s no loss to get rid of him!

The Flame Cultivator was too excited, ranting and raving, completely forgetting that someone beside him was an extreme fanatic.

"Heretic!"

The Holy Light Knight suddenly erupted, a strong slap sending the Flame Cultivator spinning like a top.

This sudden turn of events shocked everyone.

"Blasphemous heresy!"

The Holy Light Knight, as if his defenses were broken, his eyes burning red like a mad bull’s, glared at the bonfire like looking at a sworn enemy, then did something that took everyone by surprise—

He kicked towards the Spiral Sword!

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