Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1023 - 675: Reverse Cultural Export (Double-Length)_2

After a while, Fudolin returned, carrying a large box of Image Stones, along with a screen and equipment for projecting and enlarging images.

These were borrowed from Luluwo when she rushed out.

"Mom, don't touch randomly, this is the first time you've seen it, right? Let me handle it."

"No, I've seen it before."

"Huh?"

Fudolin paused in her assembly of the equipment, looking at her with an odd expression, "When did you see this?"

They don't have such things up on the Floating Island.

Nadi picked up an Image Stone to play with it, saying, "Before I was infected, there was a period of clarity, and after learning the technique to transform into a human, I mingled in this city for a few days."

"Huh???"

Fudolin had even more questions and quickly reacted, asking, "What were you doing here at the time?"

"I originally came to warn the humans here to be cautious of potential attacks from us," Nadi said awkwardly, "but I got scared and left after a few days."

"Why was that..." Fudolin could no longer keep up with the pace of developments.

"Because when I arrived here, the whole city was excitedly discussing something called Dragon Feast..."

Thinking back, it truly was a terrifying memory.

Nadi had sneaked into the Imperial Capital, but all she heard from the people around were:

"Did you slay a dragon today?"

"No, I was slack today, but yesterday I joined the team and slayed one well."

"Haha, I killed two yesterday! Let me tell you, dragon blood feels nice and warm, it's splendid for bathing!"

"Really? I found that dragon's sinewy meat is quite tasty, I'll show you sometime."

When Nadi sneaked in, it happened to be the peak of Dragon Feast's popularity; society was abuzz discussing dragon slaying, and in taverns, people were either debating the hundred ways for a Flying Dragon to die or exchanging recipes for dragon meat.

At that time, Nadi had little sanity left, unable to properly assess the situation, and hence was scared silly by the people's words.

She fled the Imperial Capital like she was escaping, distancing herself from this mad city that took dragon's sweat and blood as hot baths.

Back then, she fully understood why the old dragons taught them not to interact with humans; her deceased grandfather even said humans were lunatics. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"But now the misunderstanding is cleared, humans are quite friendly, aren't they? They're not lunatics, your grandfather's opinion was wrong."

Nadi laughed heartily and said.

"..."

Fudolin didn't know what to say, so she shrugged, continued fiddling with the projection equipment, then clapped her hands and said:

"Alright, this is the record of locals participating in the Battle Festival, fresh from last month, you'll understand by watching."

"I think this way of documenting life is great."

"It's been a long time since I've seen such a lively festival scene."

"Can you order food while watching the images?"

The giant dragons chatted excitedly, the atmosphere was quite lively; if Gong Qiying were here, he'd probably relate it to the scene of a teacher organizing the whole class to watch a movie during primary school.

Seeing these people's complete lack of tension, Fudolin silently turned up the volume to the maximum.

"Roar!"

In the next instant, the roar from the images resonated throughout the "prison," and all the dragons froze, the scene fell silent.

Latan's ferocious face filled the entire screen, with some adventurer's fresh blood still hanging on it, looking exceptionally sinister.

No one knew which genius captured this footage.

A dragon froze for a while, then belatedly asked, "Is this... the attire for the festival?"

No need for Fudolin to explain, the slowly panning shot made the questioning dragon stop speaking.

In the images, the Shattered Star General Latan was brandishing the Shattered Star Greatsword, displaying his heroic fighting posture.

And beneath him were thousands of adventurers charging fearlessly, roaring.

Reflected by the bloody sky, Latan swung his sword, severing limbs and scattering flesh all around, while each adventurer, with glowing red eyes, fearlessly charged forward, no matter how grotesque the eventual death.

The scene frightened the dragons.

On one hand, it reminded them of painful memories in Sain Dungeon; on the other hand, suddenly seeing such a gruesome scene was a bit overwhelming.

It might sound discordant, but the Floating Island Dragon Clan is actually peaceful, with little fighting, and each one has a mild temperament.

The Floating Island is not that big, everyone is neighbors and knows each other, who's got nothing better to do than fight?

"Daughter, did you play the wrong thing?" Nadi sought help and asked.

Seeing her clansmen's dumbstruck expressions, Fudolin finally felt contented, sneering as she said:

"No, it's not wrong. This is the Battle Festival, and the festival's goal is to take down that man bigger than a mountain."

She pointed to the sinister Latan, causing the atmosphere to grow even more lifeless.

"This kind of massacre is called a festival?" Nadi asked incredulously, "What are humans thinking? They clearly can't defeat the opponent, so why are they foolishly charging in?"

"Foolishly? Maybe," Fudolin spread her hands and said, "A human friend I know says it's their noble warrior spirit."

"..."

Nadi scratched her head, opened her mouth wanting to say something, but seemed not to know what to say, eventually she just scratched her head again.

She retracted her earlier statement about humans being very friendly, muttering to herself softly:

"Turns out grandpa was right, humans are indeed lunatics..."