[Dungeon].
In the setting of Weiwei Fantasy Duel, the underground ruins are maintained by the immense magic power of the Ancient Magicians.
Magic Users live longer than ordinary people, but even a lifespan of just a few hundred years isn’t enough for them.
Especially for those legendary Archmages who refuse to let the knowledge they spent their entire lives researching be lost after death. Before passing, they use vast amounts of magic power to protect their entire inheritance.
Even after their deaths, their magic can persist for thousands of years, buried underground waiting to be found by destined successors who will inherit their treasures. This is how dungeons came to be.
Of course, the treasures of the Ancient Magicians aren’t so easily handed over.
Dungeons are filled with unknown Ancient Monsters and traps, designed to prevent the incompetent from finding any treasure. Only the lucky and powerful can claim the grand rewards.
Though the background feels a bit forcibly set, the operational logic is basically the same as everyone’s traditional understanding of dungeons.
Enter the underground labyrinth, challenge formidable monsters, obtain treasures, and soar to glory.
Besides the threats from monsters, there’s also the intricate scheming of various factions—adventurer parties fighting and killing each other over treasure. Human nature’s darkness is fully exposed in this lawless place.
Such an unpredictable stage of fate is bound to bring joy to oneself.
Just as the Demon Hunter Team left Sweet Melon Town, let’s see what the long-unseen Jester King Bemore has been up to since leaving the Continental Magic Academy?
Of course, she went home to lick the Hero’s feet! What else could she possibly be doing?
The Hero Party’s mansion is located in the Royal City’s small neighborhood. The Hero, Tugiyas, is sitting on the sofa in the main hall reading a newspaper.
She’s dressed in casual clothes, wearing outdated glasses, looking like a lonely recluse. Starting health-preserving practices at seventeen, it’s really hard to believe she is the legendary Hero.
But she truly is a lonely recluse now.
Because her teammates are all busy with work, she has nothing to do and spends every day lazing around inside, sipping coffee and reading newspapers.
The White-haired Witch Bemore went straight into seclusion after returning from the Magic Academy and hasn’t left her room since. Every day, the Hero sends her the simplest food and drink.
The Pure White Knight Fabiana also returned home, but she didn’t go sightseeing. Instead, she went to represent her Knight Order at the annual Knight Battle Banquet.
The Knight Battle Banquet is a social event where the major Knight Orders exchange experiences. It’s not life-threatening but at least a few bones usually get broken.
The Hero Tugiyas had wanted to go and see for herself but was rejected by Fabiana with the excuse, “You’re not a Knight.”
This made Tugiyas quite sad. She could at least go watch the show—there’s no need to participate in the fighting.
However, if she left, there would be no one to take care of Bemore during her seclusion, so she had to stay.
As for the third teammate…
“Boom! Boom! Boom!”
Suddenly, three explosive sounds came from Bemore’s room, scaring Tugiyas so much she spilled coffee all over the newspaper. She hurriedly put on her slippers and rushed over.
The door to Bemore’s room was blown open, and thick black smoke poured out.
“Cough, cough, cough! Bemore, are you okay?” Tugiyas parted the smoke and opened the window for ventilation.
Bemore herself was half-kneeling on the floor, completely naked. Her clothes had been burned away, resembling the arrival of a Terminator.
Her skin revealed bright red blood vessel patterns, as if flowing flames were burning beneath, clearly visible.
Her originally messy pale white hair had also been burnt off in many places. This time, her hair truly caught fire suddenly she had a lively, youthful side-swept fringe, full of adolescent vitality. She was no longer the socially anxious girl who hid behind her hair.
Bemore’s eyes were like flowing orange flames very beautiful, carrying a divine majesty.
“Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?” Tugiyas hastily closed the window again.
“I’m fine. I was just refining magic,” Bemore answered, pulling on a fresh pair of pants.
“Is this magic? I haven’t read much; don’t lie to me,” Tugiyas remarked.
I might as well think you’re cultivating immortality! If Samimi were here, she’d definitely be roasting you right now.
Tugiyas didn’t know what had happened to Bemore. Just like Fabiana, she had disappeared for a while and returned as if she were a different person now diligently training instead of slacking off.
The only thing the Hero knew was that both of them had met Samimi. Feeling.
But about what happened after meeting her, neither wanted to speak, not even answering their own captain’s questions.
Bemore put on her brand-new magic robe and pointed witch’s hat, then came down to the main hall to see the Hero.
“Where are Fabiana and Klose?” Bemore asked.
“Fabiana went to the Knight Battle Banquet. She won’t be back for a few months,” Tugiyas said. “Klose happened to meet a fellow townsfolk and was invited to join their team on a mission. You know how rare it is for elves to meet someone from their hometown.”
“Then let’s go to the Adventurers Guild and find some work. I want to test my new magic,” Bemore said, removing Tugiyas’s outdated round glasses and urging her to get moving.
“Why do you have to make me work as soon as you get back, just like Fabiana?” Tugiyas shrugged helplessly.
“We’re adventurers. If we don’t work, what’s the point? Get moving! Don’t slack off! You are the Hero!” Bemore was like a real witch, destroying the Hero’s vacation.
The Demon Hunter Team traveled slowly during the day and camped in a forest to rest at night.
Before dark, everyone had already set up tents and lit a campfire to drive away the darkness and cold.
The scout Knight cooked a pot of stewed vegetables, and they all gathered to eat.
For someone like me, a modern-day transmigrator, this kind of outdoor camping experience is truly new and exciting.
Everyone else took it as daily routine, but Samimi was very happy.
At this moment, the Black Knight Captain finally took off her pitch-black, deep helmet.
Beneath the headgear was a weathered face, always bearing an expression of exhaustion. Her eyes were dull, and she had scraggly yellowish hair—none of which helped her appearance.
But she was actually quite beautiful!
Even after running missions every day, her skin was good, at least a seven out of ten beauty.
Yes, the Demon Hunter Knight Captain was actually a young woman.
She was like the battle-hardened female knight who grew up in the gritty trenches, trampled until her gaze lost all light—a kind of ruined beauty.
Right, the Demon Hunter Nun is blind. Even if she takes off her helmet, she can’t see her own face.
“Nun Miss, I know you’re very surprised that I’m a woman…” Frollo said softly.
“Don’t be surprised. I didn’t say anything and I’m not surprised at all,” Samimi interrupted, completely unfazed.
“Uh…” This made Captain Frollo lose her prepared lines. After decades of rehearsing, her words got stuck, leaving her awkward.
This isn’t right. Every time she took off her helmet, she’d scare a bunch of people, as most wouldn’t expect her to be a woman. She lived off this ‘female knight’ mystique.
Right, the Demon Hunter Nun is blind. Even if she takes off her helmet, she cannot see her own face.
“Cough, cough, Nun Miss, I really am a woman,” Frollo repeated.
“Oh please, do you think I’m an idiot? I already know you’re a woman, alright?” Samimi mocked.