Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

"Ah, you've woken up, outsider."

Outsider?

"Yarn is the land of blood therapy."

Where is Yarn?

"But how could an outsider like you understand it from the start?"

This place feels quite creepy; can't I just remain ignorant...

"It's quite simple, you just need a bit of Yarn's blood."

The red liquid in the drip suddenly started flowing faster.

"Now, let's begin the transfusion. Don't worry, no matter what happens, you'll just think it's a nightmare."

What transfusion, is that liquid in the drip blood, old man, what are you planning!

Having just come out of his temporary tough-guy phase, Fanen returned to his usual timid state, and at this moment, he wanted to express his resistance through struggle, but unfortunately, his body wouldn't move. He could only watch helplessly as the blood slowly flowed into his body, his vision becoming increasingly blurry.

At some point, the old man's figure disappeared, leaving this clinic-like place empty.

As the blood entered his body, Fanen felt something surging within, was it power? But before he could grasp this force, a frenzy of thoughts overwhelmed him, causing him to involuntarily let out a low growl, as if his mind was being eroded by a beast.

"Gollum gollum..."

From the ground beside him, blood suddenly surged forth, and a skinned wolfman monster emerged from the blood, slowly reaching its sharp claws towards Fanen.

The Yarn's blood, as the old man called it, flowed into Fanen's body, seemingly causing a significant mental disturbance. Bestial instincts rose in his mind, and as this beastly nature continued to grow, the wolfman monster drew closer, almost merging with him.

Just as the two were about to completely fuse, the struggling Fanen suddenly opened his eyes, glaring fiercely at the wolfman.

"I am...human!"

His resilient and strong-willed spirit resisted the corruption!

In the next moment, a fiery blaze suddenly appeared on the wolfman, accompanied by a piercing shriek. It flailed its limbs and collapsed to the ground; once the beastly creature died, Fanen immediately felt lighter, as if he had overcome a significant hurdle.

In the Sain Dungeon, in the City Lord's room, Gong Qiying, behind the crystal ball, made a comment:

"Indeed, the news about the resilience of the Reid people's spirit is true."

At this moment, Fanen just wanted to laugh; overcoming the werewolf brought by the bizarre blood gave him a great sense of achievement, and he felt a lot of the resentment in his chest dissipate.

Feeling there's nothing to fear anymore, I'm very brave now!

But why can't I move my body yet? Though my neck can turn.

Amidst his confusion, he turned his head, meeting the gaze of a small face.

A creature with a goblin-like small body, pale and shriveled skin, a terrifying upright mouth, an odd being that could definitely be the stuff of children's nightmares, was lying beside his pillow, staring at him with blinking eyes.

"..."

Fanen and this little creature locked eyes for two seconds, his expression gradually getting out of control.

"Aaahh! A ghost!"

He let out a pitiful scream like that of a frightened young girl.

This scream startled the little monster beside him, and in his horror-stricken scream and gaze, one, two, three, four...more and more little monsters crawled out from under the bed, climbing onto his body!

For someone timid, this kind of scene is truly unforgettable for a lifetime!

In extreme panic, there was a "creak" sound, and Fanen's scream suddenly stopped.

He fainted.

He didn't even hear the voice of the woman drifting from somewhere.

"Ah, you've discovered you're a hunter now."

...

After an unknown period, Fanen slowly opened his eyes.

"A familiar ceiling."

He wished the ceiling in front of him was unfamiliar, because this was where he had just experienced a series of terrifying events.

The blood in the drip was already gone, but he temporarily refrained from thinking about where that liquid went and quickly turned over from the transfusion bed.

"Where exactly is this place?"

Yet before he could steady himself, after just two steps.

[Yusefka Clinic]

Accompanied by a strange sound effect, the magical words suddenly appeared in front of him, scaring him so much he almost knelt on the ground, luckily grabbing the transfusion bed behind him to stabilize himself.

He panted heavily, clutching his chest, stammering to himself: "Do, do all dungeons have to be this frightening?"

No, some rainbow pony dungeons even offer premarital checkup services.

Fanen cautiously examined the room; neither the wolfman nor the pale little monsters were visible, as if it had all been a dream.

"No matter what happens, you'll just think it's a nightmare..."

He repeated quietly what the old man had said earlier, feeling there was more to that sentence, but he couldn't figure it out.

The place he was in, uh, called the Yusefka Clinic, had a building layout unlike any house he had seen in his daily life, with some things he recognized, but other devices completely unfamiliar, giving it a peculiar mix of familiarity and strangeness.

The floor creaked underfoot as Fanen carefully moved to the window to look at the view outside.

Sure enough, it was exactly like the city he had just seen earlier, only the sky wasn't as dark as it was in the dream,

He was, of course, curious about the origins of this city and wanted to know what benefits could be gained from within the dungeon, but at this moment what he thought of was finding a way out of the dungeon; there wasn't anything resembling a teleportation gate to be seen here.

"I must get out quickly; everyone's medicine is still on me, I must deliver it back before being controlled by parasites."

By the way, why can't I sense any parasites inside my body?

Fanen looked around, the only way forward was a door, and he hoped that once he passed through it, he would immediately find a teleportation gate leading out.

"Creak, bang!"

He gave it a casual push, and the door burst open with a bang, making a noise that even startled himself.

He looked at the door and his own hands in disbelief, then murmured to himself:

"Did, did my strength increase?"

Perhaps that's a good thing?

Just hope it's not the parasites altering his body!

He, steps somewhat impatient, descended the stairs behind the door; the entire clinic was shrouded in darkness, creating an oppressive atmosphere where every rustle of grass in the wind made one nervous.

But what most put Fanen on alert was the gnawing sound coming from somewhere.

Listening carefully, the sound of a beast was heard in the darkness.

It was tearing into something, like flesh?

Fanen slowed his breathing, sweat trickling down his forehead, as he cautiously approached, the strong stench of death greeting him on the clinic's first floor.

A predictable consequence of the stench being the presence of a corpse, and the culprit behind it, at this moment faced away from him, feasting eagerly.

It was a massive wolfman!

One could tell just from the back view how terrifyingly strong the thing was, and, to make matters worse, it blocked the clinic's exit!

Sweat beads appeared on Fanen's palms; he tightened his grip on the only weapon he had on him—a dagger—and patted the medications on him, seemingly making a certain resolution.

Then he turned and headed back up to the second floor.

Who's kidding whom, I definitely don't want to face such a terrifying monster in battle, if I die, it'll be for real!

Try finding another method, maybe jump out through a window?

"Snap!"

Perhaps not controlling the sudden increase in strength, he unexpectedly left a small hole in the wooden stairs.

His body instantly froze.

"It's over."

The wolfman immediately let out a roar, lunging at him ferociously! The foul breath was right behind him!

Naturally, Fanen was not about to back down. Without looking back, he bravely took to his heels and ran!

He didn't forget to transform his internal fear into complaints as he ran:

"Why didn't you charge when I slammed the door open earlier, even though it made a louder noise!"