Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

"Achoo—"

In the former capital of Scameroon, Todd, the head of the Mad Fire God Sect, couldn’t help but sneeze. While rubbing his nose, he said:

"How could I sneeze in this scorching weather? Could it be that Dorian misses me?"

"Sect Hierarch, should we fill out this form or not?"

The follower in front of him interrupted his monologue.

"Once we fill this out, we won’t have to live in the slums anymore. I heard the council will even assign us big houses! Really big houses!"

"This..."

Todd looked at the forms in front of him, a contemplative expression on his face.

After the rebel army, or today’s council, won, they began the action of reorganizing Scameroon, which naturally included the resettlement of all existing churches, and before resettlement, they needed to first count the number of churches.

It could be seen as a census of the church community.

For the Mad Fire God Sect, this was a rare opportunity to come clean and emerge in the open. For quite some time, the council would be easy to negotiate with due to their victory, and many churches, which previously had no legal status, have been officially recognized these days.

If we fill out this form, the Mad Fire God Sect can openly praise Mad Fire in broad daylight!

But in the end, Todd didn’t fill out the form. He shook his head and said:

"Forget it, we’re just not suited to come to the forefront."

No matter which follower it was, they fully understood his choice, and no one voiced any opposition.

After the follower left, Todd propped his chin and stared at the form for a while longer, ultimately muttering to himself:

"I wonder how Dorian is doing now. If he were here, he’d definitely sign the form without a second thought. I really can’t stand him."

Though his tone had a hint of disdain, it somehow also felt a bit tsundere.

"That guy’s personality is unpleasing, and he doesn’t even look good. Even if he returns home, things probably won’t go well for him."

"Oh well, I’ll begrudgingly wait for him in Scameroon for a year. If he has nowhere else to go, he can still come back to me."

"I’m sure I’ll be doing better than he is, hehehe..."

Meanwhile, in the west, on the Demon Continent.

"Oh my, isn’t it Lord Dorian? Your visit to my tribe really brightens up the place!"

A member of the Demon Clan with a shark’s head approached Dorian with sparkling eyes. Behind him followed a group of subordinates looking like various demons, although they all differed in appearance, they shared the common trait of having fish-like characteristics covering most of their bodies.

"Hmm, long time no see, Shark."

Dorian nodded with a smile, his demeanor exuding maturity and composure, looking like a person of high status, completely different from before.

He even donned a set of attire rich in ethnic characteristics, with black clothes as the base and a wide white robe draped outside, even his previously disheveled long hair now flowed gracefully, a figure of an enlightened sage.

"Since you’re back, let me, Shark, fulfill my duties as the chieftain and invite you to relax at my place."

This warm demeanor was completely different from his fierce shark head.

Dorian glanced at the tribe in front of him, showing a nostalgic expression.

On the Demon Continent, there are dozens of notable large tribes, within which there are countless smaller tribes. The fish-themed tribe before him is considered average among the smaller tribes.

Every tribe has its own characteristics and traditions, and the habits of the Demon Clan vary. To compile an encyclopedia about them would probably take hundreds of years.

This tribe, named "Deep Sea," is traditional in that every household’s fish-like traits are the dominant feature, and every female, once they confirm they’re pregnant, eats only fish to ensure the newborns exhibit almost Fishman-like appearances.

Dorian chose to come here first not only because of his private friendship with Shark but also because its geographic location was the most convenient, with this tribe adjacent to both the sea and rivers, coming to them would allow boarding a fast ship straight to the Demon capital—Great Demon City.

More importantly, the chieftain of the Deep Sea Tribe, Shark, is an ardent supporter of the Ounoira Sect.

So it’s very safe here.

"I need to get to Great Demon City as soon as possible, to report back to the High Priest."

"Oh, that does sound urgent. I’ll arrange it right away, rest assured!"

Not long after, Shark had arranged for the boat and the demons responsible for rowing, inviting Dorian to board.

The dozen or so demons soaking in the water started up, and the boat shot forth like an arrow. At this pace, probably by tomorrow or the day after they would be within the vicinity of Great Demon City.

Racing across the water’s surface, Dorian watched the scenery swiftly recede around him, while only the boat under him pushed relentlessly forward.

"Lord Dorian, are you reporting good news this time on your return? Surely the rewards will be plentiful, maybe even a tribe of your own," Shark, who was with him, asked.

"Of course, and I’ll be sure to support you in return." Dorian smiled.

Hearing this, Shark’s smile grew even more radiant. He swung a magic whip that restored energy for those being whipped, making his men exert more effort to pull the boat, looking every bit the slave master.

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