Chapter 83

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Chapter 83: Adventure in the Dungeon

"After seeing that strange staircase, we all felt a bit creepy, but as adventurers, back then we were risking our lives for a living, trading danger for wealth. So, even though we thought there might be danger inside, we decided to go down and explore!"

"Who knows, if there’s any treasure or rare materials like Magic Potions or ores here, we could make a fortune!"

"Moreover, the downward staircase passage, whether it’s the tiles of the steps or the walls, were made of blue stones, giving off a very ancient vibe. Among adventurers, there’s a saying, ‘Ancient means wealth, secrets mean gold coins.’ We all speculated that there might be some ancient civilization’s heritage here – those things can be very valuable."

"As we slowly descended, with the steps gradually becoming gentler, we eventually came across a crumbling stone door… And after the leader dug out a passage, we walked in, only to find ourselves in front of a huge, palace-like and magnificent dungeon!"

"The tall corridors seemed to be made for giants, with flower pots on both sides containing tall but withered plants, colorful crystal windows and stone doors were also damaged, even many walls had collapsed, allowing glimpses of other similar corridors, rooms inside – although ruined, still as beautiful as the churches of the Holy Lieto Empire."

"We found some items in those rooms that seemed to belong to giants, like shields shaped like emblems, pens shaped like spears, but while rummaging through… we accidentally alerted the monsters living here. They were clearly the squatters here, as these beings were much shorter than us, with wrinkled skin, wielding the most primitive stone weapons, more primitive than the barbaric Orcs, roaring and attacking us!"

"Their strength was formidable, and their numbers were vast, after hurriedly fighting them off, we fled in disarray, strange creatures gathering more and more along our way, including four-winged double-headed birds flying in the sky, small animals resembling a mix of lizards and wolves, and many humanoid monsters…"

"The most terrifying among them was a haunting, eerie female voice echoing from the deep, murmuring, chanting incomprehensible syllables. None of us saw her, but when those monsters heard that voice, they scattered like frightened rabbits hearing a predator’s roar, fearing to move – the leader speculated that many of the shattered stone sculptures we encountered along the way might have been the work of that entity!"

"Luckily, she didn’t seem to be chasing after us… But we were too scared to keep running."

"In the complex maze-like corridors, we wandered around for who knows how long before finding a passage leading upwards. We were all on the verge of collapse but kept climbing up desperately, until finally we managed to escape."

"When we returned to the surface, the monsters didn’t catch up. After reuniting with our companions, we realized that we had spent a whole ten days in that dungeon!"

"But we didn’t feel hungry or tired at all!"

"After the captain and vice-captain sold the items collected in the dungeon, they divided the valuable coins among each brother. Everyone agreed to keep this matter secret, and that’s how it ended."

After Old Harper finished speaking, the few people who were listening intently reacted.

"Uncle Harper, this is indeed a brand new story!"

Kanor simply praised.

Isabella raised objections.

"You guys agreed to keep a secret… Is it okay to talk about it now?"

"It’s been thirty years, so it’s fine," Old Harper waved his hand and said, "Actually, the next day the captain got drunk at the tavern and spilled the beans, but everyone thought he was just bragging, no one took it seriously… After all, in an Adventurer’s Tavern, ten people can tell sixteen or seventeen different stories about going to dungeons, elemental planes, abyss, and the realm of the dead…"

Old Harper paused here, then added emphatically, "Of course, what I’m saying is true!"

"Well, we all know you’re telling the truth," Ann nodded absentmindedly, "But this story is quite good. However, if dungeons really exist, it would be great. Legendary ancient magic and alchemical technology are very powerful, capable of creating miracles comparable to divine wonders…"

After speaking, she glanced at Lolth.

At that moment, Lolth just snapped out of her reverie and rubbed her chin.

"A mixture of a four-winged bird, lizard, and wolf… Hmm, doesn’t sound very appetizing, but who knows? If one could breed or preserve this genetic hybrid trait in ordinary poultry, those ‘McXlao’ chickens in past lives with six pairs of wings might actually come true!"

Isabella listened attentively to her muttering, though she didn’t quite understand the specific terms, she roughly grasped that this succubus wanted to evilly modify and exploit even creatures she had not seen yet and whose authenticity she did not know.

"It’s truly too cruel… But, chicken wings are really delicious…"

Isabella criticized, but couldn’t help feeling a bit excited.

Her own corruption was getting deeper and deeper.

Ann glanced at Isabella who was nervously swallowing saliva, silently rubbed her nose.

"Rumors are really unreliable, this ‘Ryman Ice’ Miss, totally lacks the cool and decisive demeanor…"

Especially when recalling how she wolfed down canned meat without changing her expression before, although still maintaining some basic elegance… it’s really hard to imagine she is a noble-born Grand Knight.

That scene could almost serve as evidence of Grand Duke Schwarzwald’s mistreatment of his daughter!

As the storytelling by the bonfire had just ended and people were getting a bit more familiar with each other…

On the Vera Plain wilderness, a group of members, including humans, dwarves, and elves, also noticed the distant flickering light.

"Captain – there’s a trace of light five hundred meters northeast!"

An elf ranger acting as a scout turned around on the hill and reported to his new human commander.

"A light?"

The human commander, wearing a mage robe with his left hand wrapped in bandages hanging in front of his chest, frowned, feeling a hint of danger.

The current Vera Plain has fallen completely into the hands of the enemy, the demon race’s troops are clearing out the remnants daily, and monsters are running rampant without anyone to handle them. How could someone light a fire in the wilderness at this time…

Could it be that they have encountered the demon race’s army?

It shouldn’t be, this place is extremely desolate, the demon race’s main forces should be busy taking control of those cities and tribes now! Why would they come to this place!

Could it be they are coming for me?

"You hold your breath and step back, let me take a look!"

With that, this human spellcaster walked up the hill and cast two spells, Magic Essence Perception and Eye of Astral Plane.