Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Skamelon Capital, Holy Light Church Headquarters.

Edgar stood in front of the towering gate of the Holy Light Church, showing no intention of entering.

He lifted his head and gazed at the tower that seemed to lead straight to the heavens, feeling momentarily dazed.

The tower’s image gradually overlapped with memories of Younka’s Mage Tower, reminding him of his time in Warrior Country, when he focused on studying magic with Younka—a period of rare, simple living in his lifetime.

He shook his head, and the illusion of Younka’s Mage Tower dissipated before his eyes, leaving only the pure white tower surrounded by the Holy Light.

Times have changed; he is now with Younka’s mentor, a classic case of the river flowing downward and people climbing upward; in every aspect, he is better off now than he was.

Money, power, resources... the Holy Light Church offers him only the finest, far better than during his time under Younka’s tutelage.

Yet, he seems never to have felt at ease for a single day, and the root cause...

Is probably because the ancestor his current mentor serves doesn’t seem to be human.

Edgar has many names for Huang Guang, but he prefers to call the entity "Pope," avoiding any more intimate titles.

Since the first day he encountered this mysterious figure, seldom mentioned by Younka, he noticed the truth.

Though unaware of its current life form, it is clear it has long been distant from humanity.

Nonetheless, for the pursuit of higher realms in the Magic World and certain mundane desires, Edgar chose to ignore the Pope’s abnormalities, faithfully serving as a loyal servant, working under the mindset of "as long as I can achieve greatness, who cares if what I serve is inhuman."

Recently, however, Edgar found that the Pope seems disturbingly inhuman.

The entire Holy Light Church headquarters is filled with harmony and tranquility; the afternoon sun warmly graces the courtyard, every meticulously pruned plant exuding vitality, and the buildings crafted by master architects radiate artistic flair. One could easily linger here all afternoon, seemingly finding peace of mind.

However, those who hold such thoughts are undoubtedly oblivious passersby.

Because the true Holy Light Church headquarters is constantly filled with the sounds of busyness; everyone hustles for the Church’s operation, with minor disputes every few minutes and major arguments every ten to fifteen minutes; a day with fewer than five incidents of physical altercations counts as peaceful and serene.

Thus, being within this quiet headquarters, Edgar feels an uncomfortable sensation akin to being surrounded by Pseudo-People.

And all of this is orchestrated by the Pope.

Even Edgar provided assistance.

Recently, he traveled to various towns under the Three Great Religions to contribute to the Pope’s cause, shining brilliantly.

"I wonder what will happen to me in the future...."

Now, he is truly frightened.

But at this point, changing sides is impossible; escaping is absolutely beyond his reach.

The Pure White Tower where the Pope resides symbolizes the connection between believers and the Holy Light God, supposed to provide comfort and harmony. Now, however, Edgar’s gaze upon it likens to facing an unspeakable monster.

As a disciple of a disciple, the Pope holds unique trust in Edgar; he learns deep details of the Pope’s plans, knows many secrets, and participates in numerous actions.

Thus, anyone could leave the Holy Light Church, except himself—it is impossible.

Reflecting on all he has done to help the Pope, Edgar’s emotions could only be described as complicated.

Honestly, what he’s doing now is not much different from the tasks he did for Younka in Warrior Country.

Even the Pope’s upcoming endeavors closely resemble those of Younka, except...

"His timeline surpasses that of Younka’s mentor, much longer."

Edgar couldn’t forget the moment the Pope revealed everything to him; upon learning the truth, his body trembled beyond normal movement.

The entirety of Scameroon, and even surrounding regions.

Has already been reshaped in the Pope’s image through the long years.

Now, under his will, large portions of the actual territories controlled by the Three Great Religions, even many areas held by the rebel army, swiftly transformed into perfect "offerings."

This place is the most suitable site, the most suitable...

Profane ground!

Just then, immersed in thoughts, Edgar suddenly lifted his head, sensing a call from the tower, and hurried inside without hesitation.

He immediately discarded his rich inner thoughts as he entered the tower, avoiding any extraneous ideas.

Once he stepped into the tower, completely swallowed by the internal shadows, the entire Holy Light Church headquarters fell utterly silent.

Soon, Edgar emerged from the tower, his body drenched in cold sweat, his face reflecting an expression of shock.

"It’s beginning."

His voice trembled as he muttered to himself, his body shaking uncontrollably; no matter how he employed calming techniques, he couldn’t suppress his physical reactions.

The Pope is finally commencing his long-held plan, though aware this day would come, as it truly begins, he cannot avoid falling into uncontrollable shock.

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