Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 890 - 591: Stress Response Toward the Sun Warrior
Outside Sain Dungeon, Black Stone City.
Near the teleportation gate of Sain Dungeon, a well-equipped adventurer supply station has been established, complete with various supply shops and the essential tavern, offering adventurers a sense of hospitality upon their arrival.
At this moment, inside the tavern closest to the teleportation gate, a sturdy young man is simultaneously drinking and observing adventurers coming and going near the gate.
He is the third prince of the Warrior Country, Temude.
A representative of the iron-blooded traditionalists, he vows to let the traditional warriors shine in the upcoming War Festival.
To achieve this, he is currently exploring the path for traditional warriors in this new era.
"Could Sain Dungeon be our new hope?"
The cold alcohol stimulates his spirit, and he shakes his head, murmuring to himself:
"Although the teachings of the man known as Benar’s residual shadow can indeed speed up people’s learning of combat skills, even faster than before the talent of newborns declined, relying solely on this for the revival of traditional warriors means binding the Warrior Country deeply with this dungeon."
"No matter how stable Sain Dungeon appears now, binding a nation’s fate with a dungeon always causes inevitable worry."
"Isn’t there a more secure method, like restoring the warrior talents of newborns..."
As Temude continues to speak, his mood grows more melancholic, and he downs another large glass of alcohol.
Those nearby cast him strange looks because they overheard his words.
Although discussing national affairs in taverns is a daily task for adventurers, his tone oddly suggests, "The future of the Warrior Country relies on me!"
"Who does this guy think he is?"
Indeed, even if Temude’s popularity and reputation among the citizens are higher than Lanle’s, no one here would recognize him.
Because....
No one would associate a deadbeat with clothes covered in popular female characters from Sain Dungeon as their nation’s most manly third prince!
No disguise magic is needed; Temude’s attire, reeking of fandom, is the best camouflage, and no one has recognized him all day.
If you ask why he still wears this outfit even upon leaving Princess Selene,
The answer is simple: because the Bed Family’s textile craftsmanship is quite good, even such clothes, which clearly aren’t casual wear, are exceptionally comfortable, and Temude is too lazy to change.
Speaking of his time in Yanor Kingdom, apart from the "warrior spirit," his greatest gain was the laid-back attitude of the royal city men.
In an environment where even tavern attendants dressed glamorously and Copper-level adventurers willingly spent on flashy, splendid armor, he, in a simple shirt, appeared completely inattentive, evidently not a wealthy person, and drinking heavily during the day—clearly a free spirit.
"Only by traveling abroad do I realize, the opulence back home is blinding."
He frowns as the tavern is filled with glittering jeweled clothes, wondering how anyone could venture in such attire.
Even beggars outside the tavern have to wear shabby imitation jewelry around their necks. If even beggars do this, how about the wealthier folks? No wonder the Warrior Country has become the largest buyer of luxury goods now.
"Where did this trend come from?"
Temude furrows his brow, ponderously recalling, yet he lacks a definite impression.
There is a feeling that this most noticeable period of opulence somewhat coincides with the decline of newborn talent...
"Perhaps I’m overthinking; these two unrelated things couldn’t possibly be connected."
He shakes his head and looks toward the teleportation gate, where more plainly dressed adventurers from Yanor Kingdom are wandering around, much to his relief.
Indeed, plain clothing is the most charming, somehow refreshing.
Upon seeing adventurers from Yanor Kingdom, Temude remembers his experiences with the envoy there—a truly bittersweet memory.
Most days were spent inside Sain Dungeon, so it’s easy for people to visualize what he encountered, making detailed explanations unnecessary.
The whole envoy, including himself, worked tirelessly to level up, seizing every moment to enhance their strength, aiming to defeat the reform faction at the War Festival.
Given the current circumstances unfavorable to traditionalists, they couldn’t envision the future path of adhering to tradition. Thus, they buried themselves in rigorous training, living day-to-day.
To date, they have learned a lot and perhaps witnessed things that, upon reflection, may not be entirely positive.
Inside the whole Sain Dungeon, what worried Temude the most wasn’t Monsters or invaders but something unimaginable to everyone—
Sun Warriors.
Everyone loves Sun Warriors, these helpful big brothers/big sisters, surprising adventurers by appearing with summoning runes at desperate times.
Temude initially also respected this group.
Until he witnessed a Sun Warrior using their signature skill, "Thunder Spear."
At that moment, when he witnessed the spear formed by thunder and lightning.
From inside out, he exhibited extreme resistance, disgust, resentment, and even fear towards the Thunder Spear!
When he regained his composure, he was surprised by how much hostility he felt towards a simple "magic." What’s even stranger is that the others in the delegation felt exactly the same way he did, especially those Dragons who reacted the most.
It’s very odd, this situation is completely incomprehensible.
Later, everyone conducted a series of experiments. Nobody feared thunder magic, and they invited Sun Warrior to release a Thunder Spear, yet everyone still had no reaction. Only at the very beginning, upon witnessing the Thunder Spear, did they experience that strange hostility.
This bizarre event remained in Temude’s memory until now.
"That person over there... is the attendant of Lanle?"
He suddenly noticed a person, whose attire could only be described as dazzling, pacing back and forth anxiously near the Teleportation Gate, occasionally glancing at a pocket watch and continuing to pace.
As if anxiously waiting for a tardy date.
Seeing Lanle’s attendant reminded Temude of recent events he had heard about.
It is said that the Skyrim Strategy Group, which caused chaos and left a legend of Divine Man in Black Stone City, has been recruited by Lanle and dispatched to execute a mission in Sain Dungeon. Temude’s people even pinpointed the exact date the Skyrim Strategy Group entered the Dungeon.
And on that day, it so happened that a small change occurred in Sain Dungeon, suddenly canceling the closing time and making it open around the clock.
"If I remember correctly, it’s already been since those adventurers entered the Dungeon..."
Temude rubbed his newly shaved chin and muttered to himself:
"Three days?"
"If they get delayed inside for a few more days, by the time they come out, the War Festival will have started."
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Because more than half of the soldiers guarding the city had died, it didn’t take much time for everyone to re-enter the city, making the whole process rather smooth.
Although they had been tormented in Sain Dungeon for a long time, appearing somewhat pitifully weak.
In reality, their hard strength has greatly improved compared to before.
Take the C-level ordinary Molten Furnace Knight, for example.
At first, the Exploration Team, which first cleared Sain Dungeon, struggled to defeat them despite intense battles. At that time, the team configuration included not only Leon’s Strategy Group but also Elf Steeran, Holy Light Knight, and others.
But now, Sain Dungeon has updated countless regions, and the strength of adventurers who have soaked in the Dungeon for years has also upgraded with the version changes.
That Molten Furnace Knight, back then, no longer posed as an obstacle needing repeated deaths to overcome for Leon’s Strategy Group. Clearing them wasn’t a big issue.
While Skyrim Strategy Group might be slightly weaker by comparison, solving C-level Monsters was still not a problem. Uffie, in particular, could single-handedly take down C-level creatures, even proving to be an absolute powerhouse when fighting against the B-level boosted Greg.
If today’s adventurers were to go back to those times, they would absolutely crush their younger, naïve selves.
No choice, the bonfire upgrade is that powerful.
On further recollection, it becomes apparent that so far, what caused Uffie and the others to stumble or even die wasn’t absolute strength of the Monsters, but rather some unexpectedly underworld design.
Unable to unleash their full strength before being taken down, the adventurers’ frustration is understandable.
This time, however, in Red Lion City, adventurers shouldn’t feel such frustration, as this place allows them to completely unleash their power.
If cities like Stoneveil are known for their excellent architectural design.
Then Red Lion City is all about exhilarating combat!
"What the hell is with this Molten Furnace Knight, damn it!"
Deep within Red Lion City, Luluwo’s roar echoed.
"Why is it so much stronger compared to the one we fought before!"
In the depths of Red Lion City, beyond the Fog Gate symbolizing the leader, amidst a mess on the battlefield.
The Molten Furnace Knight, Blood Noble, and Lion Hybrid were chasing Luluwo, while the battlefield was already littered with other adventurers who had fallen due to exhaustion.
As the only one still able to move, Luluwo wore an expression of utter exhaustion, unable to hold on any longer.
"Jie Lian!"
Before being caught up and slashed on the back by the Molten Furnace Knight, Luluwo shouted in indignation at the old man observing them from the city wall:
"Don’t let me catch you up there!"
