Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?
Chapter 95 Hello, World (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 95: Chapter 95 Hello, World (Please Subscribe)

Count Philip was now fully lucid.

At least that’s what he believed.

People were baffled by his order to blockade the Dungeon, with Sali openly opposing it. They thought that efforts should be focused on aftermath management instead—why persist in a deadlock with the Dungeon?

But the Earl paid no heed to these questions.

As long as he was alive, he was the highest authority of the Bed Family, and no one dared to disobey his commands.

Besides, the Light Eagle Group was still on his side for the time being. With two team leaders and their elite mercenaries—albeit only close to a hundred strong—they could easily rival the entire guard force of Bed City.

"Have you decided you need our assistance?"

Simon—that was the name of another leader of the Light Eagle Group. He had previously offered Count Philip a well-intentioned suggestion that had been ignored.

"Please, I’m counting on you all," Count Philip said, bowing formally. "You must bring out the Purple Blood Crystal—it’s my last hope."

At such a time, he was still fixated on the Purple Blood Crystal?

But Count Philip knew that it was his only lifeline.

The main reason the King had temporarily given him control over the Sain Dungeon and sent two team leaders from the Light Eagle Group to assist was for one thing—the Blood Healing Potion.

For the severely ailing King, injections of Blood Healing Potion were the only way to alleviate the pain, surpassing any magic.

The King was consuming large doses of Blood Healing Potion daily, so much that his own blood was nearly replaced with the Potion.

However, tolerance was developing.

From a single Blood Healing Potion lasting a week, the duration had gradually decreased to a day, then to an hour. Ordinary variants no longer met his needs.

It was necessary to increase the dosage and concentration!

Yet, highly concentrated Blood Healing Potions could also harm the body. The King was already using the highest possible concentration without causing damage, and he couldn’t go any higher...

They had to improve the quality of the Blood Healing Potion.

The Purple Blood Crystal was a gem among gems, a rarity among rarities. Using it to make Blood Healing Potions magnified the effects by tens of times, with more miraculous benefits.

After the abnormality in the Sain Dungeon, the workers had only found a piece of Purple Blood Crystal the size of a fingernail, but the Potion made from it had allowed the King to live normally for three weeks!

An astounding effect.

Count Philip was very clear about his own position; his sole value to the King was his ability to produce Blood Healing Potions.

If he could present a large quantity, no, even just a small box of Purple Blood Crystals, enough to produce Blood Healing Potions for the King, he would certainly receive the King’s protection and overcome the crisis brought by the Shadow Brotherhood.

He had committed too many unspeakable deeds, and he had too many enemies. At this moment, he could think of no other solution than relying on the King.

Without enough leverage to exchange for protection, the King wouldn’t bother with him anymore—at most, after the fall of the Bed Family, he would send new subordinates to mine for Blood Essence.

Why didn’t the King send a powerful person to plunder the Purple Blood Crystals?

First, because Bed City was too remote, and the strong preferred to enjoy their lives in the city—who would want to come here? Second, Count Philip had always managed to timely offer large amounts of Blood Healing Potion and was skilled at painting grand pictures to keep the King’s expectations alive.

A useful dog should be kept until needed; when hunger strikes, it’s time for dog meat hotpot.

As for why he blockaded the Sain Dungeon...

The Light Eagle Group’s style of operation had always been so—overbearing, self-serving, mistrusting everyone.

They didn’t allow outsiders near, even if adventurers entering the Dungeon wouldn’t affect their work.

After all, they had the royal support. Ordinary adventurers couldn’t defy them in the slightest.

As for Count Philip, it was about revenge; he always felt that all these troubles started because of Sain. That place was too ominous.

The hit songs made up by the adventurers infuriated him, and he couldn’t wait to retaliate.

Why didn’t he issue a commission, asking adventurers to help him find the Purple Blood Crystal?

The Bed Family had offended them all—no one would accept their commissions.

The Teleportation Gate to the Sain Dungeon was quickly militarized.

Adventurers were forcibly sent outside the Ancient City, strictly forbidden from entering the Dungeon. Anyone attempting to fight back would get a beating from the Light Eagle Group’s mercenaries.

These mercenaries, each could well be rated as Silver Rank adventurers. Even if not as elite as Steeran, they still held the upper hand against a group of adventurers.

Moreover, in terms of experience in killing people, mercenaries were much more proficient than adventurers, who mostly dealt with Monsters. There’s a difference between specializing in fighting people and Monsters.

The adventurers could only curse and complain incessantly.

Some thought of Leon and his Strategy Group; if they were here, they wouldn’t let the Light Eagle Group act so brazenly!

Unfortunately, these leading figures of Bed City were not present, resulting in the local populace being bullied.

With the backing of the Light Eagle Group, the guards finally regained their usual arrogance, eyeing the adventurers with glee as if watching a farce.

While they still dared not confront the adventurers directly at the moment, they were determined to have a proper "exchange" with them once Master Philip had everything settled, and repay all the grievances they had suffered.

Yet among the clamorous crowd, a silent, black-haired figure watched from a distance.

It was Gong Qiying.

As soon as he heard the news, he rushed over to check the situation and found the Light Eagle Group blockading the Sain Dungeon.

How dare these people...

This wasn’t just arrogance; it was time for a heavy-handed approach! He would summon the strongest Monster to barricade the gate; kill any who came, and if two approached, kill the pair!

However, killing people in the Dungeon alone wouldn’t solve the problem.

Even if the Light Eagle Group was annihilated this time, Count Philip could still keep the Dungeon sealed until he got what he wanted, or until his enemies dragged him down to ruin.

Getting what he wants, he can solidify his power and then ensure the Bed Family’s workers are prioritized, followed by the imposition of taxes.

Without getting what he wants, the Bed Family will lose their power and collapse, but there is no way to predict the behavior of the next manager to take over.

As he continued to ponder, Gong Qiying’s anger also began to rise, wishing he could wipe out the Light Eagle Group along with the Bed Family altogether.

Whether it was him or the adventurers, everyone just wanted to live a good life, so why were there always shortsighted fools coming to make trouble?

Demon Clan, Bed Family and Light Eagle Group, Evil Nest Dungeon...

Gong Qiying really detested these current troubling affairs; his original intention was just to design Dungeons where adventurers would love and kill each other.

Yet, reality wouldn’t allow him to relax. Whether it was the insatiable greed of the Bed Family or the overbearing selfishness of the Light Eagle Group, or even other Dungeons with unclear motives and uncertain friend or foe status, they all added various elements of instability to his Dungeon construction.

Can’t everyone just behave!

[Detected the Dungeon surrounded by a large number of hostile units, detected significant emotional fluctuations in the City Lord]

[Sain Dungeon, temporarily converted to an open-style Dungeon]

[Monsters can now be released from their cages]

"Listen up, everyone, even though our Light Eagle Group has experienced countless battles, both big and small, combat with humans and combat with Monsters are ultimately different. No one should take it lightly,"

"You are much stronger than those disorderly mobs, stronger than the adventurers. Believe in your own strength, believe in our Light Eagle!"

"This is just a mere Dungeon, watch us tear it down completely with our sharp claws! Turn this place into ruins!"

Golka was delivering a pre-battle speech loudly.

The more Count Philip listened, the more something felt off. If you take down the Dungeon, what will I live off?

"While the leader is busy with important affairs, we must achieve victory in every mission. Success is the only option; failure is not permitted!"

With a grand gesture, he pointed at the Teleportation Gate and declared passionately:

"Plunder to your hearts’ content, trample to your hearts’ content, my brothers!"

"Ooooooh!"

The crowd was emotionally charged, and Golka was very satisfied with the effect of his speech. He glanced at Simon and took the lead towards the Teleportation Gate.

As the team captain, he should lead from the front.

"Clomp, clomp, clomp..."

As his leg stepped through the Teleportation Gate, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

It sounded like the clattering of hooves, but why so heavy? As if cloaked in iron.

The next second, sensing the threat, he quickly stepped back. Almost at the same time, a Golden Spear flashing with golden light heavily smashed down where he had been standing!

The ground split, and rock crumbled. The sudden turn of events left the whole place in silence.

"Clomp, clomp, clomp,"

Something was coming out.

"Gollum..."

An onlooking adventurer swallowed hard and, trembling, pointed at the Teleportation Gate, shouting hoarsely:

"Monster, a Monster is coming out!"

The scene instantly became chaotic. Among the shouts of the people, a giant golden Knight and his steed slowly came out of the Teleportation Gate.

The noon sunlight fell upon his Armor, reflecting unique golden brilliance.

This was Sain Dungeon’s first greeting to the world.

Big Tree Guard, standing tall!

[Big Tree Guard]

[Spiritual power required per unit: 1500]

[Overall combat power: C+]

"This is——"

For the first time in his life, Golka saw such a scene. Why, why can Monsters now leave the Dungeon!?

Far away, Sali’s mouth was agape, nearly falling to the ground, muttering to himself:

"Rampaging..."

Hero Elsa steadied Sali; he looked at the silhouette of the Big Tree Guard, considering whether or not he should make a move.

Simon was the first to snap to reality, shouting to Golka: "Let’s team up and take it down!"

Uncertain why the Monster could leave the Dungeon, but with the strength of the two team captains, dealing with one Monster should be more than enough...

The sound of hooves came again, and the second Big Tree Guard emerged from the Teleportation Gate.

Both Big Tree Guards stared straight at him.

Simon’s motion to draw his weapon suddenly froze.

And it was not over yet.

"There are more Monsters appearing!"

Behind the Teleportation Gate, pair after pair of eyes glowing red in the shadows.

[Thunder Wolf Dragon], [Flying Dragon Yakir], [Stone-digging Mountain Demon], [Black Knight], [Lion Hybrid]...