Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 93 My 26-Year-Old Aristocratic Master (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 93: Chapter 93 My 26-Year-Old Aristocratic Master (Please Subscribe)

Gong Qiying stared at the crystal ball with an expression that read "subway, old man, cellphone.jpg".

It wasn’t his fault for the exaggerated reaction, as what he was seeing was indeed incredibly far-fetched.

He had thought that after yesterday’s painful lesson, Earl Philip would show some restraint today, but what he hadn’t expected was...

The number of workers arriving at the Sain Dungeon had actually increased!?

Did these people have a death wish or something? Even those who died yesterday were being pushed into queuing up like ducks on a shelf, not fearing the aftermath at all.

"Because yesterday’s team was annihilated, so today they plan to increase the workforce to gain more output?"

But no matter how much the workforce was increased, without the protection of powerful individuals, these workers would still inevitably face the fate of fodder.

Something was fishy; Earl Philip wouldn’t lack such consideration.

He closely observed the movements of the workers, trying to find out their real purpose through any small clues.

The course of events developed nearly identically to yesterday; after entering the swampy area, the workers were attacked by frenzied monsters, suffering heavy casualties almost immediately, and the already loose group was completely dispersed.

Without the protection of adventurers like Roger, they could hardly make it alive to the mining area.

Even if they did manage to get there, they would just be smashed to death by the Big Rock Snake. The only difference was dying sooner or later.

However, after a moment’s observation, Gong Qiying indeed noticed something different from yesterday.

A sizable group of workers branched off; they were not like ordinary people and clearly possessed some strength, converging towards a specific location to search for a treasure chest.

Gong Qiying remembered that chest being a teleportation trap, which consistently teleported people to the lower levels of the mine, and outside the teleportation point, monsters lay in ambush—the usual setup, with hounds and archers.

Those branched-off workers, some died on the way, others died surrounded by monsters after being teleported to the lower level, and those who managed to break through the encirclement died after accidentally turning right into the Molten Furnace Knight BOSS room. In the end, only a very few made it to the correct path and then found the object of their dreams—the Blood Essence ore vein.

The vast troves of Blood Essence emitted a chill like fresh blood, the reflected light giving the entire space a dreamlike illusion, and the hint of purple hidden amongst the numerous Blood Essences was particularly invigorating.

Gong Qiying’s expression revealed understanding; the workers’ goal was the Purple Blood Crystal.

He could now guess the general situation; presumably, Earl Philip had obtained information about the Purple Blood Crystal from somewhere and devised a route in haste to mine the rare ore.

"I remember not many should know this information, the last batch that reached here was..."

The Exploration Team.

That explained it. It seemed like the Exploration Team sold the information to Earl Philip.

"Heh, in the past I would appreciate their actions, helping me attract a wave of people, but now they’ve actually done me a disservice,"

Gong Qiying deployed two Stone Statue Ghosts which immediately slaughtered the workers who had luckily reached the Blood Essence Cave but hadn’t started mining yet.

Since it wasn’t the closing hours of the Dungeon, the terrain and building locations couldn’t be adjusted, and the chest was included in the buildings, so he could only deploy monsters.

"Tonight, I’ll remove the Teleportation Treasure Box,"

Even today, he intended to let Earl Philip lose everything. If he remains persistent, then let him fail all the way, as any rational person wouldn’t invest in a losing business.

Having arranged the Dungeon, Gong Qiying shifted his consciousness to the outside world.

His clone woke up in the shop; these past few days, the prop shop was deserted, not because nobody wanted to come anymore, but because everybody was busy watching the excitement near the Dungeon.

Gong Qiying also wanted to see how the adventurers mockingly ridiculed the Lord, but unfortunately, he now had more important matters to deal with.

Having the Dungeon alone to pressure Earl Philip wasn’t enough; external factors were also needed to form a pincer attack.

How could one put pressure on a noble?

The answer was, either by amassing a huge group of commoners or finding someone with more power than a noble, or directly using an overwhelming force.

The Magic Association, the adventurer’s guild, the Holy Light Church...

The high ranks of these organizations were far more powerful than an Earl.

When Jack was still alive, Gong Qiying had him send some noteworthy items to these organizations, and he finally received a response.

The Magic Association’s response letter was exquisitely crafted, the words elegant, but through these words, one could sense the writer’s amazement.

"Respected Sir, please forgive our late reply. It is not out of neglect, but the ’Star Magic’ theory you proposed was simply astonishing. The professors at the Astrology Academy debated for a long time, and only the day before writing this letter, one professor successfully reproduced ’Luminous Stone Magic Gravel’ based on your principles... Your scholarship is truly startling. To comprehend an entirely new magic from the stars is an act of genius!"

"If you can create more, a systematic Star Magic, we believe the future Magic Association will surely establish a dedicated classroom for you. The last scholar who established a classroom is now the chairman of our association, and your achievements will warrant the association to sculpt a statue in your honor."

"When you see this letter, several professors from the Astrology Academy are already on their way to visit you. They can’t wait to meet the creator of the new magic. This meeting will signify the dawn of a new era of magic!"

"Additionally, we have a keen interest in the ’Force Field’ researched by Mr. Topps, as you mentioned. Could you please elaborate on this during your meeting with the professors?"

Gong Qiying nodded and said, "It seems they have taken the bait."

A single professor from the Magic Association might not be on par with an Earl, but what about a group of them? What with their connections backing them up?

As long as Gong Qiying could provide something sufficiently enticing, these professors would become an outstanding force.

Dealing with the Magic Association, that’s pretty much settled; facing scholars, one needs to present something academically appealing. So what is the reaction of the adventurer’s guild, on par with them?

The adventurer’s guild had already responded, in fact.

Ceder’s arrival had made clear the guild’s attitude; if it wasn’t important, why would a branch president abandon the glitz and glamour of Royal City to fully take charge of a local branch?

The upper echelons of the adventurer’s guild are rather unique; they are all seasoned adventurers who have achieved success, and at their core is a passion for adventure. No adventurer could be uninterested in legendary adventures and mysterious treasures!

Gong Qiying told them several stories, accompanied by a few trinkets that could serve to verify the authenticity of the tales, claiming they were discovered in the Sain Dungeon.

These stories had faint connections to one another, such as the campfire shadows, the Sun Elder Son, and the Abyss Wanderer, and so on...

It was these intriguing details that prompted Ceder to establish the Exploration Team to delve into the Dungeon and verify the truth of these tales—adults don’t easily believe in things without evidence.

As expected, the findings of the Exploration Team corroborated the stories and even uncovered an even more expansive worldview.

It was likely Ceder would take action.

The Holy Light Church had not replied in a timely fashion, unknown what their outcome would be, probably not too good.

Gong Qiying picked up the last letter, which came from a scrappy and shunned organization—the Shadow Brotherhood.

Considering that this is a rabble-rousing group, Gong Qiying mentioned in his letter to them how amusing the various traps in the Sain Dungeon were, how such entertainment shouldn’t be limited to a few but shared for all to see.

In addition to this, there was also serious talk of the campfire upgrade mechanism, among other things.

He opened the letter, but when he saw the contents, his expression turned odd.

Because it contained only one sentence—

"We’ve already been told those things, you’re so behind the times, dummy, don’t send us outdated news anymore! Never see us again!"

Someone had already... told them?

Gong Qiying blinked, puzzled—who could it be, to be even faster than him?

An unnamed Steeran squad member, Danya, made a ’yeah’ gesture.

Just then, a deafening sound suddenly came from outside the shop, covering the entire city, and everyone turned to see where it came from—the sky.

A black magic-powered airship was hovering above Bed City, decorated with a grinning skeleton.

That was the symbol of the Shadow Brotherhood!

"Hey, hey, hey, can you hear me? This is your absolutely adored Shadow Brotherhood, we’re about to make big news!"

A cheeky and punchable voice spread throughout the city via the magic-powered loudspeakers, and everyone chuckled upon seeing that it was the Shadow Brotherhood.

Even the nuns and priests working overtime to resurrect the dead stopped what they were doing, curious about what this group was up to.

At the adventurer’s guild, Ceder stood by the window looking at the black airship, shaking his head with a smile, and said to his assistant, Jina:

"These bold rascals always jump out at the right time to stir things up."

In the Lord Mansion, Earl Philip, who was frowning while listening to reports of losses, suddenly felt his eyelids twitching upon hearing the noise outside. Ignoring his attendant’s surprise, he ran outside and stared intently at the black airship.

His intuition told him that these bastards were probably targeting him!

"Ahem, why would an old noble lord go mad overnight? What guilty conscience torments his heart, driving him to willingly become a pariah? Is the pretty-faced third young master truly his son, or is he engaged in some special play from Star Rage? Let me tell you..."

The punchable voice paused, "Forget it, speaking of it is too much trouble, just look at the flyers."

"Whoosh—"

The airship showered the city with flyers like a heavy snowfall; enough to make cleaners pass out from asphyxiation.

Gong Qiying picked one up to see the title:

"My 26-year-old Noble Master"

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