Chapter 213: Chapter 181 Sain’s Influence_2
"That’s not surprising."
Ceder shook his head, rembering how Luluwo and company had recently surged in popularity, amassing fa and money quickly with their foolproof strategy guide.
Perhaps they had made too much money. mbers of the New Strategy Group seed dazzled by the glamorous world and had recently stopped exploring the front lines, spending all their ti figuring out beginner-friendly routes through the dungeon.
It was said that they were planning an event called "Running from the Fire Transmission Ceremony to Fran Fort." The person who completed the run in the shortest ti would win.
When the New Strategy Group initially sought suggestions from the public for this event, they selected the idea from an anonymous shopkeeper who terd the nationwide "race" —
Speedrunning!
In Ceder’s view, such events were not entirely useless, but they could also be seen as a waste of life. He held little hope for the future of these new activities.
After all, Sain Dungeon was "alive"; its map wasn’t static. While the general layout didn’t change much, the minor details were always shifting.
It was precisely these subtle changes that posed the greatest threat. Speedrunning was about the details, after all.
Even if the guides got hold of the New Strategy Group’s speedrunning route, they would probably need to update it within days. But, according to the New Strategy Group’s way of thinking, the thrill of the challenge probably lay in these changes.
Speaking of which, Luluwo’s potential was still considerable. Ceder decided to put this group on his watch list.
"What about the reaction outside of Bed City?" he asked.
"The outside world pays more attention to practicality. The legend of the Wolf Knight and the Undead Team has attracted historians from the Royal Academy to co for an investigation, I heard they’ll arrive in Bed City soon. Should we make arrangents for them?"
"No need, these scholars are like the professors of the Magic Academy; they’ll blossom on their own if left alone."
Jina nodded, flipping to the next page.
"At the mont, what Sain is most well-known for is its ingredients. The culinary area’s ingredients have successfully made their way into the entire Kingdom. Although they are costly outside and only the wealthy can afford them, they have made the common people aware of this place. We can anticipate a new influx of people coming to Sain soon, joining in the harvesting of the culinary area.
"Those weapons that co with Combat Skills are very popular on the market, not only with adventurers but wealthy rchants as well. However, due to scarcity, even the most basic Combat Skill weapon is quite expensive."
"Additionally, the drop rate for Book Pages that allow a person to learn Magic instantly, even without any prior knowledge, seems to have increased. Last week, two appeared in the market. I think their potential is no less than Combat Skill weapons. If the difficulty of obtaining them could be reduced, Sain would see a new wave of people."
Jina was well-inford of these matters and quickly made the situation clear.
"Oh, and there’s another piece of news to tell you," she said. "The vice president of the Life Potion Federation has sent over an Image Stone, wanting to get in touch with you."
"The Life Potion Federation?" Ceder was not unfamiliar with this na; it was an organization comprised of rchants who produced healing potions. "What do they want with ?"
Jina fell silent for a mont before speaking:
"There are signs of collapse in the entire Yanor Kingdom’s market for Life Potions."
"What’s that got to do with ?... Oh, I see." Ceder blinked. "Is it related to Sain Dungeon?"
"The production of the [Life] series ingredients from the culinary area has suddenly increased. Ingredients like Life Durian and Life Salmon have shown amazing effects when used to make Life Potions; with a single durian, a potion can be made with the effect of... full recovery!"
"Even the diluted Low Tier products surpass potions of the sa price range in effect. Under normal circumstances, people are no longer willing to buy traditional potions."
No wonder the Life Potion Federation was anxious; anyone in their shoes would be.
"Bring over the Image Stone; I’ll see what they’ve said." Ceder smiled; Sain Dungeon always seed to bring unexpected developnts.
"And," Jina hesitated for a mont before continuing, "representatives of the Detoxification Potion Union, Combat Skills House, Yanor Chef King Alliance, and so on, all wish to get in touch with you."
"Ah?"
Even Ceder was startled at this.
"Could all of these be about the Dungeon?"
Jina nodded, the answer was self-evident.
Before Ceder went to deal with all these ssy issues, she brought up the last item of the day.
"Dal Chester wishes to apply for guild support. He intends to train the survivors from the Val city incident and then..."
"Establish a new Fran Undead Team."
Outside Bed City, on a farm, Dal was talking to himself.
A breeze lifted the stray hairs on his forehead, his eyes filled with resolve, the confusion of the past gone.
He had spent a long ti in the Painting World, which had excessively depleted his spiritual power, and he had been resting in bed for the past week.
It was precisely because of the leisure of bed rest that he had the ti to slowly think about all these things he encountered.
In fact, when Artorias planted the sword and erected a tombstone for him, he had not yet died.
He watched as Artorias fell into ntal madness again, and the only way to alleviate this pain was to slay Abyss Monsters.
The sight of this figure, enveloped in madness yet firmly rembering their mission, had deeply shocked Dal.
Even now, whenever Artorias is ntioned, his eyes would surely be filled with admiration.
That day, he had shared the story of the Wolf Knight among the people, and as expected, everyone showed a look of astonishnt.
Afterwards, the deeds of Artorias rapidly spread, and his fa quickly surpassed the previous Fran Undead Team.
People are most interested in the legends of tragic heroes, and the perfect image of the Abyss Wanderer swiftly garnered a wave of fans.
All these things made Dal’s heart gradually clear up, and he finally ca to a decision regarding the idea he had been hesitant about.
In front of him stood dozens of strangers, both young and old, the survivors of the Val City incident, and only a small part of them.
They would always co to visit Dal, but the previous Dal was indecisive, so many sought their own paths, so becoming adventurers, so seeking masters, others leaving for distant lands.
The few dozen that remained were unwavering in their desire to beco Fran Guards, visiting the farm every day, watching from a distance without disturbing much.
Today, Dal finally gave them an affirmative answer.
There was no cheering, as the cheering would be saved for when the Demon Clan was truly killed.
But thrilled expressions had already erged.
"By my own strength alone, I can’t take care of so many people; I need help."
"The Guild is an option to consider, and besides the Guild, a suitable candidate..."
Monts later, Dal arrived at the bell tower.
If he could cooperate with the New Strategy Group and obtain a fast track to Fran Fort, it would greatly reduce the ti needed to train these survivors.
"Knock knock knock."
He knocked on the door and found it was open.
"Is anyone there?"
He seed to hear noises coming from the top floor, so he went up, the closer he got, the clearer the sounds.
Wait, it sounded like soone was making a commotion and crying?
Dal carefully peeked out and saw a scene that caused his brain to crash.
"Uh rah rah..."
The captain of the New Strategy Group, hailed as the first in speed runs, the eternal night’s Black Bat, Father Gascoin’s nesis, and the grudge-holder of the Warrior Pot, Luluwo.
She was now holding onto a man’s leg, weeping and sobbing, while Berto and the others couldn’t pull her away.
And the man whose leg was being hugged, everyone was familiar with.
"What on earth do you want to do..."
Leon was holding his forehead, looking quite troubled, while Maru, Drew, and others folded their arms, a watch-the-drama unfold expression on their faces.
Wow, quite the spectacle of a major royal appointnt!
Dal was hesitating whether he should go out or not; his timing wasn’t quite right.
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