Chapter 140: Chapter 132: Expanding Territory, Acquiring a New Dungeon
The clash of swords and flesh, the howling of wolves and the roaring of monsters, the chilling avenger and the wretched killer.
Even a poor script would attract so attention to watch the excitent, not to ntion a visual feast recorded on the Image Stone.
Of course, the special effects were almost entirely provided by Doslepo, whose body kept changing and changing, creating a cool magic sensation through raw physical mutation.
Dal’s performance in this battle could be summarized as: slash once, dodge, then slash again, dodge again, repeating over and over.
Although his "dodge" didn’t look like the Undead Team’s rolling on the ground, it was closer to the nimble dodging of Yarn Hunters, but in the end, there was no difference.
These Image Stones capturing the battle scenes suddenly appeared on the streets and alleys of Bed City.
All who watched were terrified by Doslepo’s horror, marveling at Dal’s martial artistry. When soone recognized Doslepo as the Demon Clan that controlled the City of Flesh on that day, everyone looked at Dal with respect in their eyes.
The imagery quickly spread throughout the city, with people playing it at every gathering point.
There were even people who set up magic amplifiers to enlarge the hopeful images again and again, turning them into a giant screen covering the city sky, clear to see even to the finest hair with just a glance!
Dal stood outside the city, looking up, and when he saw his own figure howling in the giant screen...
He felt like the sky was falling.
It was fine for people to see the scenes of battle, he thought he fought quite handsoly.
But, but...
Why did his wolf howls sound less and less like howls the more he listened?
It turned out to be more like a relative of a wolf!
Without the images, I never would have known how embarrassing my howls were.
While he was having a brain storm, his image in the video let out another howl. This one was particularly hearty and echoed throughout Bed City with his lodious voice.
"Pfft—" Soone couldn’t help but laugh out loud.
At that mont, Dal wanted to die.
More and more laughter arose within Bed City. Originally, everyone was imrsed in battle, and even if they felt that Dal’s wolf howling was off, they held back and said nothing.
But once soone laughed, people realized it wasn’t just them and the restraint was gone. The place seed like an ocean of joy, with even Maru laughing along, while Dal was overwheld by the waves, at a loss what to do.
He suddenly squatted down and started picking at the floor tiles with his fingers.
"What are you doing?" Maru asked with a laugh.
"I’m looking for a hole to crawl into..."
"Crawling into a hole? Don’t even think about it in this lifeti~"
Malice sparkled at the corners of Maru’s mouth as she shouted to the crowd, "Hey, everyone, the hero’s right here!"
The bustling crowd imdiately turned and stared at Dal.
A drop of cold sweat slid down Dal’s cheek as he tried to force a smile and raise his hand to greet everyone.
"Wow—"
In the blink of an eye, the crowd surrounded him leaving no room for escape. This sudden change was too abrupt; he could respond to Doslepo’s frenzied attacks but failed to see when the people had gathered around him.
A cheer louder than any celebration erupted around him!
"Handso guy, I want your autograph, an autograph!" A girl directly tore a piece of cloth from her skirt and squeezed it in front of Dal.
"Thank you for killing the Demon Clan, my brother died in Val City..." Soone sobbed and wiped their tears.
Dal was at a loss, it was the first ti being surrounded by so many people.
At this mont, Maru’s voice suddenly ca from the crowd, but her figure was nowhere to be seen.
"How about we toss the hero up to celebrate?"
"Eh?"
Without hesitation, the people lifted a bewildered Dal into the sky amid thunderous cheers.
Between being thrown up and coming down, his expression turned from stunned to uneasy, then to numbness, gradually getting used to the sensation.
When tossed into the air, it seed like the sky was within reach, and the crowd’s voices waxed and waned. It was an oddly magical feeling, as if the world was changing because of you.
Once again at the peak of the toss, he looked in the direction of Sain Dungeon.
For him, that was where his destiny took a turn.
The Val City incident was bound to happen, and he would surely go there after hearing that Doslepo was also present. If he had never entered Sain Dungeon, never received the Wolf Blood inheritance, never learned the Fran Undead Team’s martial arts, never...
Then it would have definitely been him who died, his revenge unattainable.
To say Sain Dungeon changed his fate was no exaggeration at all.
Thank you, Sain Dungeon.
Dal silently thanked Sain, suddenly wondering:
How many more people’s futures will change because of Sain?
Changing others’ futures...
This topic sounds a bit heavy, at least for Gong Qiying, whose sole purpose has always been one—
"Create more dungeon designs that make people happy!"
Sain Dungeon, the City Lord’s room.
When Gong Qiying uttered these words, Magic Statue Kidd raised a pair of tal palms to applaud vigorously, seemingly with a hint of admiration.
On this festive night, although Gong Qiying wanted to join in the fun outside, Kidd had called him over.
Naturally, the purpose was to discuss the forthcoming matters, such as the rewards for requests for assistance.
Regarding this topic, Kidd was very firm; he insisted on transferring the Val Underworld to Gong Qiying, then he could joyfully cast away the creator’s responsibility that weighed on his mind and embrace carefree oblivion.
Alchemical life forms are ultimately flawed, and Kidd’s flaw manifested as a disdain for dungeons and a tendency towards self-destruction, akin in so ways to his creator Kirich.
Once the City Lord Authority was transferred, it would an death, and both Kirich and Kidd understood this, but they considered it a relief from a heavy burden and were more than happy.
Being trapped in a dark, sunless dungeon forever, unable to leave, is an unbearable weight for life.
Not all City Lords are like Gong Qiying, lucky enough to have found a way to leave—during Kirich’s ti, the art of Rebirth by borrowing a body had not yet been discovered.
Sotis Gong Qiying wondered if he had not received the Rebirth by borrowing a body and was instead trapped in the dungeon forever, would he eventually grow to despise this place like Kirich did?
Probably not. If he’d gotten utterly bored, he could still Mimic Patch and kick around so adventurers; life would find a way to relieve boredom.
Kidd was resolute in his decision; he just didn’t want to live anymore, but Gong Qiying felt a bit reluctant.
His reluctance stemd not only from basic sympathy but also regret for the knowledge in Kidd’s mind. If he died, all that knowledge would be gone.
To this, Kidd’s response was:
"You can keep my mories. They are stored in a crystal. You can inject Magic Power to view them anyti you wish."
Alright then, Gong Qiying could find no reason to convince him to stay.
"It’s not easy to find soone to talk to," he sighed.
People outside could talk as well, but the feeling with Kidd was different. As fellow Underground City Lords, communicating with each other felt much more fulfilling.
When interacting with people from outside, sotis he would be asked about past experiences, and then Gong Qiying had to invent a persona, which was quite exhausting.
Kidd had made up his mind, a sense of ease discernible even in his chanical voice.
"Don’t worry, Lord Gedwin, perhaps we’ll et again in the future."
Are you cursing
to death...
[You have received a request for the transfer of City Lord Authority from the Val Underworld City Lord, do you accept?]
Gong Qiying’s hand hovered over the interface, he looked at Kidd and asked, "Won’t you reconsider?"
"No," Kidd wiggled his spherical body, as if mimicking a human shaking their head, "Destroying the Demon Clan that defiled the Val Underworld is my final wish. It is the most appropriate as your reward."
Gong Qiying said nothing more; he pressed accept.
[You have acquired Val Underworld as a subsidiary dungeon]
The City Lord panel began to update, and next to [Sain], [Val] was added, allowing for separate managent of the two.
The microscopic model of the Val Underworld appeared before Gong Qiying, with the Crimson Corruption and Mad Fire thriving within, seemingly in harmonious delight. Since the demons were exterminated, they had not yet had ti to tidy up.
With a sweep of his hand, the original design of the Val Underworld, along with the corruption and Mad Fire, disappeared. Even the Mad Fire, capable of burning the whole world, had to absolutely obey its creator.
He looked back at Kidd, who was motionless now, the parts connected by Magic Power scattered around, his Alchemy Soul that had driven him completely dissipated, leaving only an empty shell.
Yet this shell was still holding a pale blue crystal, which contained all his knowledge—besides the Val Underworld, the second reward given to Gong Qiying.
Faintly discernible inscriptions were etched on the crystal:
[I hope you can design a dungeon that makes everyone happy]
Gong Qiying pursed his lips, carefully picked up the crystal, and as he caressed the icy crystal body, said:
"Hope you can reincarnate in a world of freedom. I managed to cross over to this place, so it wouldn’t be strange for you to cross over too."
Just don’t cross over to so bizarre worlds, like the Warhamr Death Space or sothing.
There was a faint sadness in the heart of the Animated Corpse, but this only lasted until he had tidied up Kidd’s remaining shell.
Sitting on the altar, holding the miniature model of the dungeon in his hands, he beca the Gong Qiying who aspired to bring "smiles" to others once more.
"Let’s see, how should I design the Val Underworld? It feels like there’s a lot of potential here."
A brand-new Val Underworld was soon to appear in the public’s eye.
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