Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Then next, when the endless darkness fills the entire world, the world will usher in a new era.

It’s the future called the Deep Sea Era.

Temude felt the penetrating cold seep into his body, the icy touch made it impossible for him to focus his mind, and even the soul within him began to ignite voluntarily, transforming into heat to protect his body.

First it was the King’s Soul, then the stored souls, and finally, when nothing was left to burn, it would be his true soul.

Even though he now bears the title of King of Darkness, when truly in the heart of darkness, there seemed to be nothing special he could exhibit...

Temude’s vision descended into utter blackness, the last scene he saw was Kas’s eyes slowly lighting up in the darkness.

At the same time, the impact of his choice had already spread across the entire Sain Dungeon and its surrounding areas.

In the Undead Town Outside the City, a group of adventurers who seemed like newcomers were arduously clearing out enemies from the tower, and each person was excitedly counting the loot that seasoned adventurers would view as trivial.

"Hahaha, once we sell this loot, we can buy new chest armor!"

"Wait a minute, isn’t it getting dark over there?"

In an instant, the Undead Town Outside the City was shrouded in darkness, and the adventurers shrieked one after another, thinking they had encountered some powerful wild monster. But in the next moment, the biting cold left them speechless.

Soon after, as they came into contact with the thick fog spreading everywhere, a dazed look appeared in their eyes, standing motionlessly, resembling a classic existence... Animated Corpses.

Their demeanor was just like that of Animated Corpses that had exhausted their humanity!

In Yanorlundri, the Skyrim Strategy Group was making preparations for the first phase of conquering Gwyn, intending to once again strategy the double bosses in Royal City to accumulate a large number of souls to enhance their strength.

"Sigh, who asked me to focus on making strategies to benefit the public and forget about boosting personal strength?"

Luluwo nimbly darted around the battlefield, spread her hands in helplessness, and sighed, adopting a pose of worrying about the state of the nation and its citizens.

She wanted very much to sigh because she could summon Solar while battling the double bosses in Royal City, but now her Solar was gone, making the battle suddenly much harder.

But for the upgraded Skyrim Strategy Group, it was still within their capabilities, just more difficult.

She was about to dodge Ornstein’s sliding thrust to join her partners in launching an attack, but right at that moment, the world was suddenly engulfed in darkness.

"Ah?"

Luluwo was momentarily stunned, and in the next second, her abdomen was pierced by the Dragon Hunting Long Spear flashing with lightning, and her entire body was thrown high into the air.

No way, what kind of mutation is this, who created it!?

While tracing a perfect parabola in the sky, rage started to build up in Luluwo’s heart.

[Temude • Sword of Burning Fire has refused the Fire Transmission and become the first King of Darkness of the era]

[Darkness will descend here]

"Temude, I—"

Before a string of profanity that would tarnish her lady-like image could spill from her lips, the thick fog had already enveloped Luluwo tightly, her gaze turning vacant and dazed.

In an instant, all the sad occurrences of this lifetime surged into her mind.

In the Fire Transmission Ceremony, the Teleportation Gate to the outside world flickered, and a familiar figure leapt out.

It’s Leon!

"Hahahaha, Leon is back!"

Looking at the earliest version of the Fire Transmission Ceremony scene, Leon’s spirits were instantly lifted.

Although the Fire Transmission Ceremony he was previously in had a kind-hearted, beautiful Fireproof Woman, the environment there was just too oppressive; the blue sky and white clouds here look much more soothing.

"After going out, I’ll sneak in for a bath and then make my appearance looking dashing, everyone is bound to miss me, this bit of time won’t matter, I’ve got to tidy up my appearance nicely..."

He muttered about his upcoming plan, filled with anticipation for what to do after leaving Sain, feeling he should have a good chat with someone after having completed such a big undertaking.

However—

[Temude • Sword of Burning Fire has refused the Fire Transmission and become the first King of Darkness of the era]

[Darkness will descend here]

The voice from the Sain Dungeon suddenly resonated in his ears.

"What? What did Temude do?"

Leon was momentarily stunned, what does it mean Temude refused the Fire Transmission, and what is this darkness about?

Instantly, his world too went dark, completely dark.

The cold and thick fog struck, a severe discomfort rose in his heart, but in the next second, he suddenly crushed the flame in his hand, which was the [Residual Fire]!

Fireflies sparked on Leon’s body and armor, elevating his entire momentum, and with the blaze’s blessing, he was able to move briefly in the darkness.

"Temude, what kind of move did you really pull here?"

Leon murmured, not hesitating any longer, turned and dived into the Teleportation Gate, leaving the Dungeon decisively.

If anyone could possess an all-seeing perspective to overlook the entire Sain Dungeon, they would see that all areas related to the era of the Dark Souls was blanketed by darkness and thick fog.

And within this darkness, every adventurer trapped inside exhibited traits of becoming an Animated Corpse.

An innumerable number of Animated Corpses!

Just like in the age where darkness descends, expending all their humanity and souls till one could no longer resist, inevitably transforming into Animated Corpses.

And those turning into Animated Corpses might even have a somewhat more prestigious title — the subjects of the King of Darkness.

As darkness descends, the Sain Dungeon will maintain this darkness on this day worthy of commemorating.

Every adventurer drowned in darkness experienced the inevitable process of transforming into Animated Corpses, they would experience the feeling of ideal loss, the panic of humanity slip away, the emptiness as life edges into nothingness...

It wasn’t until after the darkness enveloping the dungeon receded, could they return to normal, but the feelings of today will not be easily forgotten.

Today, people outside the dungeon noticed something unusual.

It seemed like fewer people were coming out of the dungeon?

In Hepa Town, which had been fully repaired, the guards in charge of maintaining order by the Teleportation Gate looked at the adventurers wandering the square with confusion and said to the guard beside:

"Why does it feel like there are so many fewer adventurers today?"

The guard beside replied: "I have the same feeling too, usually, at this time, it’s their evening peak time after leaving work, why is there no one today?"

To many, going in and out of the dungeon was no different from punching in and out of work, over time, not just adventurers themselves referred to their adventures as going to work, but even people outside the circle accepted this term.

"Could it be that there is a special event in the dungeon today?"

"Let’s wait a little longer, I’m curious too."

The guards chit-chatted back and forth, but until late at night, the expected evening peak did not arrive, not until the sun rose, and the time for a shift change came.

"What’s going on, where have all the adventurers gone?" The guards were about to lament on behalf of the nearby vendors who hadn’t made much money last night.

But just then, with a "crash," countless dark shadows suddenly burst through the Teleportation Gate, rushing out all at once, startling the guards.

"Maintain order, get up quickly, don’t crowd near the Teleportation Gate... why are there more and more people!"

Adventurers coming out of the dungeon surged like a torrent, scaring the guards to step back for safety, bewildered by a scene they had never witnessed before.

They hurriedly pulled aside the nearest adventurer, but the other party suddenly grabbed their collars, and with a jolt of the head, that Animated Corpse-like face scared the guards into shrieking.

"Don’t, don’t enter the dungeon!"

The adventurer, appearing just like an Animated Corpse, shouted his last warning!

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