Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

"No, please don’t!"

Luluwo was vigorously shaking the live streaming equipment that was somehow impossible to fix, crying like Akuya with tearful eyes.

"I’m begging you to come back to life!"

If it weren’t for Tami and Berto holding her back, she might have poured Healing Potion over it.

Luluwo’s reaction was understandable considering this livestream was something she’d planned for a very long time and finally managed to get going today. She was counting on it to gain Lanle’s favor and bring her Strategy Group back to the zenith of its life in the Warrior Country!

However, with the inexplicable damage to the equipment, all these dreams went down the drain, showing no signs of recovery!

Because Berto had just examined the situation and concluded: there was nothing wrong with the equipment in their hands; the issue was with the one left outside.

Now it’s completely hopeless!

Who knows why the equipment broke down within minutes of starting the livestream, and there’s no one outside to fix it!

"It’s over. Doesn’t this mean our identity has shifted from potential to reputable performers to downright escapees?"

At first, she felt like Andy from Shawshank successfully breaking out, but that didn’t mean she wanted to become an escapee like him!

"It’s over, it’s over. Could there already be guards waiting for us at the dungeon entrance outside?"

After crying like Akuya, Luluwo now held her cheeks and screamed like Edvard Munch’s "The Scream."

"Captain, stop your performance art for a moment," Berto adjusted his glasses calmly, analyzing the situation: "Things might not be as bad as you think."

"What do you mean?" Luluwo looked at him like clutching at a lifeline.

"For one, our successful breakout already demonstrates personal ability; secondly, we did manage to broadcast for a little while before the image cut out."

Berto pointed at the Mad Fire Patients, saying, "If it’s really as Ais and Em said, then when Lanle the Prince sees the image, he might laugh, and perhaps we could be exonerated."

"Yes, yes!" Luluwo was greatly comforted psychologically, nodding like a chick pecking at grains.

"Uh..."

Tami wanted to blurt out that one shouldn’t just focus on the positive aspects but also consider a dark future, but seeing the pitiful look of their captain, he couldn’t bring himself to speak.

Lately, he noticed that Luluwo seemed to unconsciously exude a sense of vulnerability, becoming much more cautious in both battling monsters and exploring the map than before... Later, upon reflection, he realized it was because Elsa was gone.

Without Elsa, the powerhouse with extreme combat stats, the team quickly reverted to its previous level. When Elsa was around, the Skyrim Strategy Group dared to confront Elderly who devours Gods every day. Now, without Elsa, they had to exert all their strength just to fight Pope Shalivan’s Phantom.

Wait a minute, thinking about it, their team’s strength still seems pretty solid, at an elite level.

It’s just a pity that during Elsa’s time, they could be considered T0 level, and now they’ve fallen back to T1, naturally resulting in a disparity.

"If Elsa were still here, she might have led us to fight our way out of this jail, right?"

Tami muttered to himself and shook his head; Elsa should enjoy her own travels instead of becoming a fugitive with them.

Speaking of which, where has Elsa traveled to now? Has she encountered anyone or anything memorable? Is she eating well now? Let’s hope she hasn’t been abducted again.

Tami pondered, realizing he might be over-concerned, then glanced at Mila resting nearby, Berto comforting Luluwo, and the newbies unsure of their roles, reassuring himself that his thoughts were merely normal concerns for his comrades.

Just as his mind was drifting, the corner of his eye suddenly caught something, prompting him to abruptly turn his head.

And then Tami’s startled voice echoed in the spot.

"Wait, where did the monster go?"

The Mad Fire Patient they had just tossed aside was suddenly nowhere to be seen?

Given that such monsters’ combat power was almost equivalent to Animated Corpses, slow-moving and extremely fragile with no threat, so when he tossed it aside earlier, he used enough force that should have kept it from getting up for a while.

But how did it disappear in such a short time? It shouldn’t be able to get up so quickly.

Mila resting nearby furrowed her brows, speaking without opening her eyes: "It’s okay, it’s with Asam."

Oh, that makes sense now; it turns out it’s with Asam.

Seems like they really enjoy staring down the Mad Fire Patient, and from their expressions, it looks like it’s quite comforting. It’s a pity that the surrounding Mad Fire Patients have been cleared out.

So, catching the last one to relieve boredom seems pretty normal, right?

Tami, feeling relieved, looked toward Ais and Em’s location, wearing a smile of concern for friends, wanting to advise them that excessive relaxation harms the body—

Then his view shifted to Ais lying disheveled on the ground, body convulsing, and foaming at the mouth.