Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

The Onion Knight expressed a voice of emotion.

These words were not calculated to trigger any hidden rewards, but simply Temude’s personal reflection after this great battle. Before leaving the Sain Dungeon, he felt he had to speak them to feel at ease.

After all, who knows when he would see the Onion Knight again, and the atmosphere then would surely not be as it is now.

"What a thoroughly exhilarating and satisfying battle," he couldn’t help but exclaim.

At the same time, the dark thoughts that had emerged in his mind due to the Sin Fire had dissipated with his current emotions, and he thought:

As long as there are heroes like Youmu transmitting the fire and warriors like the Onion Knight fulfilling their vows tenaciously, even though the flame is now very faint.

This fire is worth passing on.

For the sake of allowing people like the Onion Knight to live peacefully and steadily, the fire must be transmitted!

At this moment, when the atmosphere slightly calmed down, the Onion Knight scratched his head and said with an honest laugh:

"Alright, I’m going for a nap, must do so after the celebration feast, hahaha."

Hearing these words that suited his character perfectly, the warriors smiled knowingly. Just these words were enough to restore the SAN points they lost in the Sain Dungeon.

"Then we’ll leave here first." Temude stood up first, and the warriors followed suit, "Looking forward to the next meeting, friends."

"May you also complete your mission safely, my friends."

As everyone turned to leave, the blessing of the Onion Knight echoed from behind, elevating everyone’s spirits.

"Alright, what to do next? I recall a newly opened tavern with quite a good reputation."

"Prince, Prince, treat us, treat us!"

As soon as they escaped danger, the warriors erupted in noise, and this lively atmosphere brought a smile to Temude’s face, but he soon covered his eyes and forehead, his brows furrowing deeply.

"I think I need to go out and find a doctor to thoroughly treat my spirit."

He felt a bit of a headache. Previously, he was careless, and even with the enhancement of the King’s Soul, the Sin Fire seemed to have affected him mentally. He vaguely felt something was amiss and needed timely treatment.

Ever since being attacked by Sin Fire, he frequently had bold thoughts that had never occurred before, and at first, he considered these thoughts normal.

Now, after ending the battle and finding peace, especially after completing the conversation with the Onion Knight, he realized the psychological change in himself.

At the worst times, he even had such extremely vile thoughts.

No worries, now that he’s aware, it’s impossible to let that thought lead him.

As long as residual shadows like the Onion Knight still exist, with characters like this still alive, he can never choose—

"Extinguish the fire..."

"Screech!"

As they exited the gates of Youmu’s palace, a strange sound suddenly came from behind them.

It was like the sound of something sharp piercing through Chain Armor and ultimately penetrating flesh.

Simultaneously, they suddenly realized that their souls, which had increased massively after defeating Youmu, had increased by several hundred points again, indicating something nearby had died!

A sense of foreboding seized Temude’s heart. He turned back suddenly, striding into the palace.

He witnessed the worst scenario unfold before his eyes.

"Drip..."

Blood dripped onto the ground.

The Onion Knight pierced his throat with the Storm Tamer.

"Hey? No, wait?"

Temude, for once, acted like an overly startled child, his speech becoming incoherent.

Even though he was full of questions needing answers, it was no longer possible.

Because before he arrived, the Onion Knight, Jack Baldor of Catalina, had already lost all signs of life.

That body had already begun turning into ash.

"Ah!? Why did he commit suicide!"

"Wasn’t he laughing and joking just now!"

Chaotic footsteps sounded from behind, as the hurried warriors exclaimed in astonishment, completely at a loss at how to handle the scene before them.

For the first time, they saw a residual shadow end by suicide before their eyes.

Suicide wasn’t strange; what was strange was why the other party did so?

Temude’s pupils trembled intensely, his gaze changing colors.

After the Onion Knight turned into ash and dissipated, light points appeared on the ground. He swiftly picked up the light points and discovered they were the armor parts of the Onion Knight.

[Catalina Knight’s Helmet]

[A uniquely styled Catalina Knight’s Helmet]

[The Catalina Knight, valuing honor, is particularly furious about being ridiculed as an onion. The specially crafted convex armor is highly effective in deflecting physical attacks]

[After fulfilling his vow, the knight, losing his life’s goal, chose suicide to avoid becoming an Animated Corpse]

"..."

Temude’s facial expression quickly faded as he silently read through all the armor’s description.

Just a moment ago, warriors, who were noisy due to the Onion Knight’s sudden death, noticed the atmosphere shifting due to Temude’s silence and stopped speaking, just looking at each other.

Temude held the Onion Knight’s helmet for a moment. His arms, which had been trembling, now completely calmed down. Speaking as if to himself, he said:

"So, even in this era, a person like that couldn’t hold on."

He handed the Catalina Knight set over to the warriors, then reached into his pouch, eventually pulling out the paper map the Onion Knight had given him.

"I must now go to Smoke Lake."

Smoke Lake, said to have once been Izaris, is now completely transformed by time, unrecognizable compared to the past.

Temude spent a long time finding the road to Smoke Lake in the dark Casas Underground Tomb.

As soon as he walked in, he saw familiar crisscrossed tree roots clinging to the rock walls, red hot and not completely extinguished embers everywhere, and the air’s smell was remarkably similar to Izaris.

So similar that it involuntarily evoked nostalgia for the times adventuring in the Chaos Ruins.

Even though this place had changed significantly over time, in some general aspects, it hadn’t changed. Some paths even lined up with Temude’s memory of the Demon Relics and Izaris, including one particularly familiar road.

Following this road, he walked onward, warriors following behind him. Apart from slaying suddenly appearing Monsters, this team made almost no sound.

Finally, they arrived at the road’s end, reaching a familiar place, a hidden room, where what should be present is...

Temude looked at the long-dead dried body of the White Spider on the wall, his expression growing more vacant.

This was originally supposed to be the White Spider’s room.

Now, only half the body remained, the humanoid upper half missing, likely meeting a dire end.

Besides this corpse, Temude noticed a familiar figure.

"Klarna...?"

A corpse matching the memory of the Sorcery Teacher lay prostrate before the White Spider, clearly having died long ago.

This time, the silence among the group was exceptionally prolonged; words seemed inadequate to express the present state of mind.

At last, Temude’s gaze completely changed color, and he spoke in a deep voice:

"This fire... is not worth passing on after all."

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