"Renala, Latan, Rakad...."

The figures of each representative floated above the bubble.

An old friend of the seasoned adventurers of Sain Dungeon, the Full Moon Queen Renala spread her arms, her serene eyes under the crescent moon-like crown, with the cold full moon rising behind her, making her appear as icy as the moon.

Recently becoming the hot topic’s center figure, the Shattered Star General Latan wielded the excessively heavy dual blades, the fiery red hair flying freely under the lion helmet, his robust frame exuding the domineering presence of an enraged lion.

A character seemingly unheard of by the outside world, the Desecrating Monarch Rakata donned a long robe resembling that of a judicial officer, possessing the same red hair as Latan, his demeanor bearing some resemblance as well, though his physique was slimmer compared to the former. Yet, the ferocity and cruelty in his eyes indicated he was not a character to be underestimated.

Even more striking was the shadow of a giant serpent looming over him, seemingly an ominous omen.

No matter how you look at it, these individuals seemed to wear the label of "strong" on their faces, looking powerful from every angle. Of course, their presence and the impressive titles they bore were inextricably linked, and titles are indeed essential.

If you’re called Professor X, everyone might think you’re a mysterious mastermind with the ability to easily wreak havoc on the world, possibly involved with some high-level plans affecting the entire world.

But if you’re called Instructor X... the impression left might be that of a thug from a street-side multi-level marketing scheme, likely not even the leader type.

Titles are really important.

Leon softly muttered the names of the Great Rune holders representing these bubbles, and for some reason, a feeling of boiling blood emerged in his heart.

"Limb Attachment" Greg was just the beginning. Next, they would face those Fragment Kings who might be even more powerful than him!

Then again, if the other Fragment Kings were stronger than Greg, how much stronger would they be?

"Being Great Rune holders and demi-gods, the differences shouldn’t be significant?"

Just after expressing this thought, Leon immediately shook his head. Not to mention that Latan and Rakad, whose names inexplicably sound a bit similar, are demi-gods, he had witnessed the Full Moon Queen Renala with his own eyes!

No, it should be said that he had witnessed the Biomimetic Tear Drop of the Full Moon Queen.

According to the assumptions of many adventurers, the Biomimetic Tear Drop fully mimics the Full Moon Queen, but its strength couldn’t compare to hers. The true power of the Full Moon Queen should be even greater than the tear drop.

"Even just mimicking her, the Biomimetic Tear Drop was so strong. Her real strength must be beyond imagination."

At least from his own feelings.

Leon believed that the boss [Biomimetic Tear Drop of the Full Moon Queen] could easily defeat [Limb Attachment Greg].

Just that one move, the "Full Moon," which couldn’t be countered without Topps Force Field, was enough to crush Greg into ashes.

The performances of the two couldn’t be compared—one started with spectacular world-destroying effects, with a wide-range AOE magic, while the other relied on a peculiar limb attachment ability to catch adventurers off guard. Although no offense was meant, but...

"Probably, the gap between Greg and the others is much larger than I imagined."

Leon reached this correct conclusion, and probably not many people couldn’t come to this conclusion.

"Speaking of which, why do the appearances of bosses in the new area generally seem more normal than those in the old area?"

Recalling the bosses from the old area, Overlord Wonier, Death Ritual Bird, the Deep Bishop group, the Elderly who devoured gods... probably only the Undead Team and Shalivan somewhat resembled humans. No, Shalivan also wasn’t human, more like a tree turned spirit.

"Another proof of the differences between new and old areas." 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Leon was pondering what these bubble stones meant, appearing as if he were to choose one. He didn’t act rashly, instead observing around Round Table Hall.

The novelty drove him to quickly get up and explore this place, which seemed to hide many secrets. However, he suddenly realized that he was firmly confined to the chair, unable to move, as if imprisoned in a very narrow space, seemingly forced to choose a bubble to proceed further.

"The power of Sain Dungeon is bizarre," he shook his head, seriously observing these bubbles, continually making various assumptions in his mind.

If choosing one bubble meant he couldn’t choose the others, wouldn’t a careless choice be a huge loss? But if he and his companions chose different bubbles, what impact would that have?

These considerations forced him to think carefully, but at that moment, Leon suddenly looked at the bubble representing Greg’s image.

What reaction would there be if he touched it?

He cautiously reached out and lightly poked the bubble named [Chasing Memories of Limb Attachment Greg].

In the next moment, a strong light burst in front of him!

"Why is it happening again, my eyes!!!"

When Leon finally managed to open his eyes, he suddenly found himself back in Stoneveil Castle, and still at Greg’s boss battle location!

What’s going on, why am I back here?

"Mere Faded, such arrogance."

Greg stood before the intact dragon carcass, holding the Golden Giant Axe, slamming it hard onto the ground, and glared at Leon with a sinister voice.

Leon instantly realized something was amiss because the gaze was not directed at him.

To be precise, it was behind him!

"Who’s there?"

He swiftly turned around, his eyes widening as he saw an exceptionally familiar figure.

It was a tall figure dressed in armor called "White Wolf Battle Ghost," with an unremarkable great sword on his shoulder, the cloak behind him fluttering with the wind.

"Elden King?"

Anyone with some knowledge of the Sain Dungeon would know about the Elden King character.

He and Topps both experienced a surge in popularity after appearing in the Lake Lienia region. Previously, people referred to him as the White Wolf, but now everyone calls him the Elden King, with some directly referring to him as the Tarnished.

However, the current Elden King doesn’t seem to have that great sword with the moon aura, and his armor is quite new, not yet worn out like it would be in the future.

Leon instantly understood; this might be the scene of the Elden King in his early days combating Greg!

Speaking of which, this is considered a ritual in the Sain Dungeon. Perhaps by defeating the boss, one can see the boss’s battle where someone exhibits their true strength. Previously it was Ash, now it’s finally the Tarnished’s turn?

Seeing that neither of them could see him, Leon stepped aside, preparing to enjoy this surely delightful battle. The subsequent development did not disappoint him.

Greg exhibited even stronger power than when fighting them, with both his speed and strength significantly increased, even appearing with a bunch of odd attached limbs right at the start.

Moreover, it seemed like he had learned something akin to magic, with golden spikes appearing on his body before charging at the enemy like a bull, or a golden phantom tail swinging at the enemy from behind, looking quite similar to the Molten Furnace Knight. Undeniably, he had become much stronger!

Yet the Tarnished’s performance didn’t disappoint Leon either.

No matter what kind of skill or attack, they couldn’t hit him. He could greedily attack from the extremities, applying various straightforward but highly practical combat skills with ease, being nothing less than a maestro.

There was little doubt in this battle, immediately hacking Greg until he was scarred and panting heavily.

Leon exclaimed with excitement; although the battle’s outcome was already foreseen, witnessing such a fight was worth the price of admission.

"Ugh—ah!"

In this life-and-death moment, Greg’s eyes flashed with determination, directly swinging his axe to cut at his arm, his screams resonating instantly at the scene.

Isha had told Leon before, this was a precursor that Greg was about to attach a dragon head to his arm, almost always appearing in battle!

The Tarnished suddenly seemed visibly tense at this moment, rushing to attack the enemy, but it was too late, as Greg’s axe had already chopped off his arm. The axe swung at the dragon head, soon to attach it!

At that moment, the Tarnished suddenly crushed something golden and branch-like, disappearing within the city.

Greg’s axe and Leon were both stunned, the axe stopping right above the dragon head, not cutting down.

"What’s going on?" Leon was baffled. Why did the Tarnished suddenly retreat when the situation was favorable?

Greg was also stunned, looking at the dragon head, then at his own arm, ultimately not attaching it.

"Heh heh heh, seems my power is superior!"

Before his laughter landed, the Tarnished’s figure suddenly reappeared at the gate.

"How come—"

Before finishing the sentence, the Tarnished rushed in at super speed, kicking Greg over onto the ground, swinging the great sword, delivering a series of slashes, rendering the opponent defenseless.

"Dragon, drag—..." Greg helplessly stretched his severed limb toward the intact dragon corpse, but the short distance remained unreachable, ultimately failing to attach the dragon head.

He engaged in a short battle with the Tarnished, but was ultimately defeated and killed, still murmuring about going home before dying.

Thus, it was a complete victory for the Tarnished.

Leon, with a completely confused expression, watched as the Tarnished made a celebratory gesture in front of the intact dragon corpse... Is this some mysterious celebration ritual?

"Did he pretend to retreat earlier to trick Greg into not destroying the dragon corpse?"

Leon tilted his head, showing a rare utterly incomprehensible expression.

"Why though?"

Despite not understanding, seeing the Tarnished’s satisfied appearance, something in Leon’s heart was touched for a moment.

"Does preserving the dragon corpse feel so pleasing?"

He swallowed a gulp and muttered to himself:

"Maybe next time I should try it, seems like it could be very interesting."

Meanwhile, he also realized, this Elden King’s character...

might unexpectedly be more lively than imagined by people outside?

No, no, it should be called vibrant, right?

Finally, Leon instinctively chose Latan’s Bubble, the scene in front of him blurred for a moment, and he found himself finally able to move inside the Round Table Hall.

"Rumble—"

Simultaneously, in some part of the hall, the heavy sound of a door slowly opening could be heard.