Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

The weight leaning on Leon’s shoulder was getting lighter and lighter.

He closed his eyes, feeling the ever-decreasing weight until finally, it reached zero.

Gwyn turned into ash and dissipated.

No sound, no last words, not even a single movement.

No extra details were needed; just this was sufficient.

When the background music played the introductory three notes for the last time, his figure completely vanished.

The piano sound also stopped abruptly, and the Initial Firestove fell into silence at this moment, leaving only the occasional crackling sound of firewood from the dim fire.

Light and heat shone down on Leon, who opened his eyes, only to see a soul burning like a flame appear before him.

It was unprecedentedly large, surpassing any soul the adventurer had ever seen.

[Soul of King of Black Wood, Gwen]

[The Great Sunlight King, and the soul of Gwen, the King of Black Wood who inherited the Initial Fire]

[Although he had already given most of his power to the gods and turned into firewood for the Initial Fire, even so, the soul of the Great King still contained extraordinary power]

There was no need to feel it carefully; just by looking at the scale of this soul, one could imagine how terrifying Gwyn was at his peak.

Perhaps he should even count himself lucky, for he was facing him after he had burned.

At this moment, Leon’s heart was cleared of unnecessary emotions, and he reached out to touch this soul, intending to refine it later.

But just as he touched this soul, the massive soul automatically transformed into several streams of light appearing in his hand.

A crown, a greatsword, and a miracle.

[Gwen Crown], [Gwen’s Greatsword], [Sunlight Spear].

[Gwen Crown]

[The crown of the King of Black Wood, Gwen, who inherited the Initial Fire, it possesses no special power, kept merely as a symbol of himself]

[When setting out to transmit fire, all that was left was this crown, a greatsword, and his own clothing]

[Sunlight Spear]

[A miracle gestated from the soul of King of Black Wood, Gwen]

[In the war that opened the Fire Era, the Thunder used by Gwyn King was the Sunlight Spear, and now his soul, though a flicker in the wind, still holds considerable power]

One description after another floated before him, powerful energy pouring into Leon’s body.

Gwyn’s soul not only automatically turned into these items but also caused the soul amount Leon possessed to surge.

Every item description was seen by him, and by this point, these words could only further increase the respect for Gwyn.

But when the reverence had already reached its peak, these words seemed to lose their original effect.

Leon put away the crown and greatsword, and with one hand, he held a phantom, the imposing Sunlight Spear gathered in his hand, its immense power making his arm tremble.

If he had obtained such a powerful miracle before, he would probably be too excited to sleep for several days, enthusiastically bragging to others.

Yet now, compared to those things, there was something else he wanted to do more.

Leon turned his gaze to the core of the Initial Firestove, the only spot that wasn’t an empty open space.

There was the bonfire where Gwyn had previously resided.

A dim bonfire, looking as if it could extinguish at any moment.

The firewood inside seemed about to burn out, the flames growing feeble, urgently needing new energy.

Even without any explanation, there was a voice from the void telling him that it was the location of the Initial Fire.

If he reached out, touched it, he could embark on the grand endeavor of fire transmission.

But another feeling drove him to lift his head and look toward the entrance he had just entered from.

The white mist blocking the entrance door had dispersed; at this moment, the entrance was unobstructed, and if he wished, he could leave right now.

It seemed quite open; he could exit now, and the fire could be transmitted anytime upon return... but is it really so?

Leon carefully gazed at the Initial Firestove beyond the door, feeling it was a bit darker than when he first arrived, and there were evil eyes staring at him.

No, absolutely can’t leave now, the outside doesn’t seem good!

Leon shook his head and finally walked towards the bonfire.

"Originally, I came up with many good lines and actions for this moment, but it seems they’re all unnecessary now."

What stance to strike now, just reach out, and transmit the fire.

He reached out to the bonfire, and suddenly before him appeared magic words.

[Fire Transmission?]

"Of course, it must be fire transmission."

Having stayed in the Sain Dungeon for so long, what everyone, including Leon himself, wanted to see, wasn’t it just this?

Even if told now there was another path besides fire transmission, he would never choose it!

The flame began to rise from the bonfire, Leon’s face full of determination, nothing would make him retreat!

"So hot!"

"No, wait—"

"Why is it so hot!"

"Ahhh—"

The flame enveloped him, and in an instant, his entire body burst into flames, the fire becoming increasingly fierce.

The Initial Fire, which once appeared exhausted, now flared up wonderfully.

Although he really wanted to endure with a cool stance until the fire transmission ended, the sensation of becoming a Flame Fist was unimaginably painful.

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