Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1020 - 673: What Did Sain Do to You?

"Ah wow wow wow..."

The air was filled with the sound of Fudolin's language center going haywire, along with her mother's big chomping bites.

"Oh my god..." Rushing over, Luluwo saw the heartbreaking scene and couldn't help but cover her eyes with a helpless cry.

The crowd watching seemed to have anticipated this situation long ago, some shook their heads and sighed, some couldn't help but laugh, while others forced themselves to hold back their emotions with stern faces.

It was truly a spectacle of human nature.

With so many eyes fixed on her, for Fudolin, the only member of the Floating Island Dragon Clan still maintaining sanity, it was no less than public execution.

No, it was much worse than public execution, it was the ultimate insult, truly the ultimate insult!

"Pa..."

Fudolin's knees gave way as she knelt to the ground, staring with empty and confused eyes at the unimaginable sight before her.

"It should have been a touching mother-daughter reunion, why did things turn out like this?" Leon rubbed his eyes, wishing the scene before him was simply a mistake.

But it wasn't; his vision was perfectly clear, seeing everything with clarity.

Thus, his gaze towards the Sain Dungeon, which had transformed the Floating Island Dragon Clan into this, was filled with awe once again.

Just like the first time he encountered the Sain Dungeon!

In this short span of time, the Madness Qi Dragon had already devoured the colossal cake into shreds, her cheeks bulging, a stark contrast to her prior graceful and mature demeanor, making her prior image collapse.

Her transformation into a human was due to the human mouth being easily filled with food, a supreme satisfaction difficult for a Dragon's body to experience.

"Give me a bite, I'm begging you!"

"Look at me, look at me, Nadi Elder, give me some too!"

"You can't be so selfish as a Dragon!"

Seeing the cake nearing its end, the remaining giant Dragons cried in anguish.

People learned through their cries that the Madness Qi Dragon's real name was Nadi; even the nickname "Madness Qi Dragon" was given by humans, which she never acknowledged.

"That little girl looks so pitiful, like her eyes are going to shatter. Should we help her?" the guards stationed there discussed.

"Wait for orders from above, no matter how silly... how pure they seem, they're the Demon Dragons that destroyed the Imperial Capital. We can't act impulsively," the Guard Captain said.

The matter of the Demon Dragon plague had already spread, no longer a secret, especially since even Elo and Hidor along with many giant Dragons had been infected.

As for how they overcame the infection, most Dragons chose to remain silent; the memory became painful every time they recalled it.

The Madness Qi Dragon now seemed free from the plague, but who could guarantee their current attitude towards this place?

Not to mention, in their frenzy, they had destroyed the Imperial Capital, a classic dilemma arose: should actions under plague control be blamed on those controlled?

Such a question had yet to be answered.

Elo and Hidor were on their way, the guards just needed to wait until they arrived to handle it.

The scene now maintained a bizarre atmosphere, with the lively crowd discussing the spectacle and the guards versus the motionless Floating Island Dragon Clan lying on the ground, forming two distinctly different worlds, each in its own realm.

Luluwo couldn't stand it any longer, just as she tried to step forward to pull Fudolin back to prevent her from becoming an object of observation, Fudolin defiantly approached and grabbed Nadi's shoulders, shaking her and saying:

"Mom, stop eating, what's wrong, why have you become like this?"

The mother in her memory was supposed to be more gentle, more caring, and more dignified!

"Hmm?"

Nadi turned to look at her, her light blue eyes blinked, licking the cream from her palm like a cat licking its paw.

The natural allure was evident, yet her eyes gleamed with innocence, the contrast at this moment reached its peak.

Fudolin felt suffocated.

Who is this? Who is this creature sharing the same scent as her mother but with a completely different personality!?

"Did that Dungeon do something to you? Please tell me, I will surely cure you!" Holding onto her last hope, she shouted.

[What did that Dungeon do to you?]

The moment this sentence entered Nadi's ears, she finished licking the last bit of cream clean.

Her body suddenly trembled, all emotions vanished, leaving her endlessly trembling in place like a small rabbit cornered by a Hunter with no escape, her expression full of fear in an instant.

"Mom?" Fudolin sensed something was wrong, just about to inquire further, when the surrounding crowd shouted urgently, "Don't ask, stop asking!"

Too late.

[What did that Dungeon do to you] this interrogative phrase entered the ears of all the present Floating Island Dragon Clan members.

Their reactions were astonishingly uniform: they immediately trembled just like Nadi, even the tremor frequency was eerily similar, the ground shaking as a result.

In the next moment, Nadi covered her face with both hands, emitting a silent scream, as if recalling hellish memories, her expression twisted, and the Dragons beside had the exact same reaction!

For a moment, they seemed on the verge of turning dark!

"Quick, quick, quick, feed them this!"

The guards stationed nearby made a decisive move, rushing over in unison, throwing handfuls of food accurately into the mouths of each silently screaming giant Dragon.

Fudolin, seeing this, also grabbed a handful of food and stuffed it into her mother's mouth.

A miraculous thing happened.

The Dragons, upon receiving food, were like crying babies who suddenly found a pacifier.

They stopped crying and fussing, and their eyes became clear.

Soon after, they all lay on the ground happily, chewing their food. The guards, to stabilize their emotions, walked among the hundreds of Dragons, scattering food like farmers sowing seeds.

The scene before them made the Dragons look like domesticated pets.

No, even pets sometimes suddenly go crazy, but as long as these creatures had something to eat, they would lie down more obediently than a sloth taking a holiday.

"It seems they encountered something terrible in the Dungeon. Whenever they recall it, the painful memories overwhelm them, so they can only rely on indulging in food to ease the pain."

A kind-hearted guard explained to Fudolin.

"Oh..."

Fudolin nodded, revealing an empty gaze that seemed oblivious to the world.

The mother-daughter reunion she had longed for had been utterly ruined.

Perhaps in future nightmares, she would always recall today's scene.

In the end, it was Luluwo who dragged away the bewildered Fudolin to prevent her from staying and enduring more distress.

As she was being dragged away, Nadi seemed to recognize her, but once her senses returned, hellish memories would flood back, and she had to resort to eating to numb herself again.

"To be honest, watching them eat like that really freaked me out..." the onlookers expressed everyone's feelings.

Not long after, the two leaders, Elo and Hidor, arrived, directing their clan members to move these Floating Island Dragons to the specifically built "Dragon Prison."

They quickly understood the situation, and it seemed they had some guesses about Nadi and the others' so-called "hellish memories," looking at them with sympathy.

Both of them had already developed a psychological shadow from being beaten by Belle, so what about those Dragons who stayed in Sain Dungeon for a week?

Elo thought if he were Belle, he would've gotten tired of beating these creatures into a shadow.

But sympathy was one thing; business was business.

With an average of two Four-legged Dragons or four Two-legged Dragons carrying one Floating Island Dragon, it took them an entire day to transport these enormously overweight creatures into the prison.

The Dragons responsible for transporting them were exhausted and barely alive, almost unable to recover even after eating the Happiness Egg.

Nadi and the others did not cause any trouble; as long as they had something to eat, they were obedient.

Perhaps, eating was also a method for them to combat painful memories.

The attitudes of the populace towards these Dragons varied greatly, but the official stance of the Warrior Country had yet to be determined, waiting to make a decision based on Nadi and the others' responses.

So, until Nadi and the others regained their senses, they would be confined in the prison without freedom of movement, although it seemed they wouldn't move even if they could.

Many Spiritual Healers with exceptional skills came to practice on the Floating Island Dragon Clan, exerting all their efforts to treat their mental states, but with little effect, so they could only rely on time.

Fudolin visited her clansmen daily, witnessing their gradual mental transformation.

The first week.

"Mom, I'm here."

"..."

"I brought cake."

"Huff, huff, oh, oh!"

The second week.

"Mom, I'm here again."

"..."

"I brought cake."

"Good daughter, good daughter, good daughter!"

After two weeks of treatment, Nadi was already able to briefly recognize Fudolin.

However, by the third week, when Fudolin came to visit again, her mother's attitude turned cold, not even glancing at her.

"What did you do?" Luluwo, who accompanied her, couldn't help but ask.

Fudolin sheepishly scratched her face, saying,

"I thought eating too much cake wasn't healthy, so I replaced the gift with carrots. I didn't expect this reaction; she's acting like a child."

Now it was Luluwo's turn to be speechless.

The third week, the fourth week, the fifth week...

Time kept passing, and the progress of the treatment moved forward bit by bit. A month flew by, and by the sixth week,

the treatment was finally declared successful.