As Uffie touched the fog gate, a somewhat discordant voice spoke.

"I always feel that along the way, we might have missed a lot of things."

It was Fanen who was speaking doubtfully.

He had the feeling that if they hadn’t caused such a commotion at the city gate comparable to explosive magic at the beginning, they wouldn’t have found Greg’s fog gate so quickly.

They disrupted the original process set for them in the Sain Dungeon, and he wasn’t sure if this was a good thing.

However, it’s not like they broke the rules of the dungeon by forcing their way through a door that couldn’t be opened from this side, so theoretically, if they rummaged through Stoneveil City, there shouldn’t be a situation where the rewards would be reduced. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

It’s just that this time everyone seemed to come looking for Greg in a bit of a hurry, and everyone seemed to have their own goals.

Uffie wanted to verify Greg’s real strength and use it to infer the combat power of the Shattered Star General or the Valkyrie. She felt that, in any case, Greg must be stronger than the gatekeeping Omen Demon,

Tepi purely wanted to challenge strong enemies to train his strength... well, not completely pure. He already had the Image Stone ready in hand, intending to start recording as soon as they entered, trying to see if he could use Greg’s image for some external promotion to attract more adventurers.

Generally speaking, besides the rewards, the most attractive part of each dungeon area is the boss. People might not be able to defeat it, but they just want to see what such a powerful creature is like.

His commercial guild is thriving by relying on the Sain Dungeon and adventurers, and he can’t wait for more adventurers to step into the murky waters of the Sain Dungeon. He is willing to do anything for that.

He secretly prayed in his heart that Greg would exhibit more characteristics to attract adventurers.

Edgar’s goal was unclear now. It seemed as if he initially planned to tag along with everyone just to watch the excitement. However, after the magic was broken by the sentinel torches, he became enraged and now swears to overturn Stoneveil City... taking down Greg, the City Lord, naturally meets the requirements.

As for Fanen and Isha, their purpose was the purest, simply to train.

"Stop overthinking and let’s go!"

Uffie poked his forehead, then pushed him into the fog gate with a flick of her hand!

A fantastical sensation of traversing through the mist swept over them, and when they opened their eyes again, the scene had already changed.

The sound of the storm howling reached their ears.

In front of them appeared a courtyard, rather spacious.

No, it seemingly couldn’t be called a courtyard, because on the opposite side of the large yard was a towering fortress.

Even standing outside, one could see that inside the fortress, a large intricately crafted throne faced the fog gate where they appeared, exuding a king-like presence. One could imagine that the person sitting on that chair was the ruler of Stoneveil City, and this absolutely wouldn’t be wrong.

And the layout of this courtyard wasn’t like that of those hedonistic nobles from the outside world, filled with suffocating flowers.

It perfectly matched the atmosphere of Stoneveil City, dilapidated, long unkempt, filled with tombstones and rusty weapons, which instead conveyed a battle-hardened feeling, blending perfectly with the storm swirling in the sky.

These scenes suddenly gave one the impression that this city held more stories than what the current intel had suggested.

But stories aside for now, no one had the leisure to care about such matters; something had drawn everyone’s attention as they entered.

It was a dragon perched on a withered giant tree!

To be precise, it was a dragon’s corpse.

Moreover, it appeared to be quite small in size, much smaller than the Flying Dragon Yakir that Tepi had seen before, almost like a juvenile dragon that hadn’t had the chance to grow.

And beside the dragon stood a "person" whose entire body was shrouded in a cloak adorned with patterns, with a physique comparable to a Mountain Monster.

"A dragon, also of descendant lineage..."

The person spoke with a hoarse voice, which, while not weak, carried an aged feeling. His wrinkled face and graying hair further corroborated this.

The Omen Demon’s face, compared to his, could be considered vigorous, feeling as if it could battle for another few centuries.

"Your power, without a doubt..."

The person’s tone revealed expectancy and longing, his malformed hand with seven or eight fingers writhing with excitement.

"Can push me to a higher realm."

Under the cloak emerged several moving bumps, as if something alive was wriggling beneath, evoking a kind of terrifying horror.

"I?"

Perhaps the only thing on the person’s whole body that could match the self-reference "I" was the golden crown on his head, excessively ornate, clearly something only individuals of high status could wear.

Thus, through this self-reference and the crown, his identity was clearly revealed!

The City Lord of Stoneveil City, the last descendant of the Golden Clan—"Limb-Attacher" Greg!

"Is this Greg?"

Uffie stared at the man’s enormous body and disproportionately small head compared to it, as well as the numerous abnormal bumps beneath his cloak.

"A strange pressure emanates," she commented as if examining a work created by the Sain Dungeon:

"Though it’s not exactly as I imagined, the so-called kingly aura I sensed from him doesn’t seem to match that of his ancestors’ portraits..."