Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Yarn, a stern city.

Tonight, on the night of the hunt, its merciless side is highlighted even more.

Beastified citizens roam the streets in groups, each holding a weapon, unable to tell whether they are hunting beasts or have become beasts themselves.

One beastified citizen slowed his pace slightly, accidentally leaving the group.

The next moment, a pair of large hands reached out from the shadows by the street, tightly covering his mouth. With a "crack," his neck was snapped before he could make a sound, and his powerless body was dragged into the shadows.

Soon followed the sound of flesh being sliced.

"Ugh..."

A beastified citizen in the front of the group turned back curiously, the slicing sound instantly halted.

He watched for a while, seemingly noticing nothing strange, then turned back and continued walking forward.

Completely unaware that thick blood was slowly flowing out from the shadows, the beastified citizen's head then rolled out, the jaw still unconsciously opening and closing.

The one who did all this was a hunter with yet undeveloped skills.

Fanen.

He flicked clean the blood on his Saw Meat Blade, breathed in a gulp of foul air, his face showing the exhaustion unique to long-term mental tension.

The beastified citizen's body without a head still twitched slightly, causing Fanen to instinctively stomp fiercely, directly piercing through the chest, leaving the opponent motionless.

"What the hell are these monsters, their life force is so tenacious."

Faced with the monsters of the Dungeon, not a single moment can be relaxed, who knows when these guys might get back up, just earlier he was bitten by a beastified citizen's upper half.

Since then, he learned to finish the job.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, ending up smearing all sorts of blood on his face, looking even dirtier.

The experiences in the Dungeon today were scarier than all the nightmares he had in his life combined.

After leaving the Yusefka Clinic, Fanen walked into this city called "Yarn."

Just like every hunter would do, he joined this hunt night, though he didn't understand what was particularly special about it.

Upon leaving the clinic, the first enemy he encountered was a beastified citizen of Yarn.

These monsters have an appearance extremely similar to humans, but their bodies sway like animated corpses, their surfaces showing faint signs of beastification, seemingly possessing some intelligence, able to say a few simple words, but mostly attacking people on sight.

Upon first seeing a beastified citizen, Fanen even tried to greet him, since he looked so much like a human.

Yet the second after he greeted him, the opponent rushed at him violently with a large machete, despite being prepared, the enemy's reckless fervor still startled him.

It might sound embarrassing, but facing beastified citizens did cause Fanen to hesitate inwardly.

Their human-like appearance always reminded him of the Reid people controlled by parasites outside, bringing back memories from his hometown, beastified citizens' faces all seemed to turn into familiar ones.

But when he inhaled the tempting aroma of the beastified citizen's blood, his hand wielding the Saw Meat Blade reacted before his brain.

As the blade rose and fell, the head rolled.

Looking at the beastified citizen's head rolling on the ground, Fanen was indeed stunned for a bit, according to the storyline in the books he had read, should he be feeling like he just killed someone and then vomit against the wall, unable to withstand the psychological pressure?

But this notion appearing in his mind meant he couldn't vomit.

On the contrary, feeling the sensation of killing the enemy, he did something he thought was quite bizarre:

He licked his lips.

"This Dungeon is not right, this city is not right, and I am not right either..."

With this conclusion, he continued to delve deeper into the city of Yarn.

The architectural style of this city was completely baffling to him, having not encountered anything similar before, but as a city built by humans, there must be similarities, such as main streets and complex, intertwining alleys.

Naturally, Fanen ventured into the alleys; only such confined spaces could provide him with a sense of security, as if hiding here could keep all the monsters' sights away from him.

This manner of action did indeed benefit him, allowing him to avoid the beastified citizens moving in groups on the main streets.

When he first saw nearly ten beastified citizens moving together, the shock he felt was indescribable.

The translation of his mood into modern terms is:

Damn, mobs!?

Facing beastified citizens in absolute numerical superiority, even though his Saw Meat Blade thirsted for blood, Fanen dared not act rashly, only stealthily assassinating a single enemy like before.

Watching the beastified citizens' backs gradually receding, he breathed a sigh of relief, sneaking in the opposite direction for exploration, always hugging the walls if possible, ideally diving into alleys.

At any sound or movement, he immediately sought nearby places to hide, absolutely refusing to give the monsters a chance to spot him.

Relying on this tactic, he surprisingly safely evaded many wandering beastified citizens, occasionally able to assassinate a few.

However, someone was not going to let Fanen continue being timid.

Every road he could take after leaving Yusefka Clinic ultimately led to one place—

"Crackle!"

The sound of the bonfire burning came from ahead, accompanied by the crackling of fat, flesh sizzling to a char and even exploding, forming a rather unpleasant melody.

Fanen stopped in his tracks, involuntarily looking up, as if he had seen something incredible, his eyes widened, he muttered to himself:

"Bonfire party...?"

What appeared before him was an open avenue where there was absolutely no place to hide.

Gigantic torches stood on this street, upon closer inspection, it turned out that the body of the torch was actually a grotesque, twisted monster, though long dead under the flames, just its massive physique indicated how horrifying it must have been in life.

And now, this horrifying monster had become a decoration at the bonfire party?

At a glance, the street was filled with the wandering beastified citizens, raising torches high, weapons in hand dripping with blood, lingering incessantly on this must-pass road, much like the legendary participants in a witch hunt.

Enemies crowded into this bonfire party, more than Fanen had seen all day!

Anyone would retreat in the face of such a scene.

He was certainly no exception, the atmosphere of this bonfire party was simply too ominous, it felt like if he rashly charged in, he would be roasted over the fire into Bruno!

His steps began to show signs of retreat, but just then, a beastified citizen standing on a carriage holding a shotgun suddenly, as if guided by something, turned to look in his direction.

Then raised his hand for a shot.

"Bang!"

The sound exploded like thunder here, freezing the entire bonfire party for a few seconds, as if some uncle with the power to pause time activated his ability to halt time.

Fanen looked at the bullet that landed by his feet, his mouth corner, eyelid, fingers... anyway, all the places on his body that could twitch twitched, his neck stiffly raised upwards.

The dozens of eyes of the beastified citizens were also looking at him.

Both sides exchanged a glance.

The ability of the time pause uncle was undone, time began to flow.

"Arghhhh!"

The seemingly strongest beastified citizen pointed at him, uttering an indistinct shout.

The next moment, a clamor that could cause an earthquake erupted on the street, they danced like mad, pouncing towards Fanen!

What else could Fanen do? He could only turn around and run for his life!

"Something's wrong, that monster shouldn't have seen me!"

He had tested on the way here, the beastified citizens' eyesight should be quite poor, even a few meters away might not discover him, why could that one dozens or even hundreds of meters away spot him!

Don't tell him it's because the vision of someone playing with guns is good!

The pack of beastified citizens chased closely behind Fanen, looking eager to extend an invitation to this outsider to join the bonfire party enthusiastically.

Fanen wanted to find a place to hide, he had marked a few seemingly nice hideaways when he arrived, they should allow him to hide—

"Arghhhh!"

Just as he turned into the alley designated as Hideout Number One, a big machete came crashing down towards his head, nearly splitting it open.

In panic, he glanced up, only to find that Hideout Number One was unexpectedly filled with four or five beastified citizens!

Fanen cursed under his breath, "Unlucky," decisively spun around and ran towards Hideout Number Two.

However...

"Here too!?"

He refused to believe it and dashed towards Hideout Number Three.

"How did you get in here!"

Fourth, Fifth, Sixth... all the places he had marked were now teeming with beastified citizens!

As if they were deliberately targeting him!

"Well, um...."

Seeing the final Hideout Number Seven also fallen, he sighed, turned to face those perhaps now more than a hundred beastified citizens behind him, forcing a smile:

"How about we reconcile, I'm actually quite good at grilling meat at bonfire parties."

Their response was the familiar shout from the beastified citizens:

"Arghhhh!"

"I knew reconciliation was impossible!"

Years later, when Fanen reminisced about the past, this memory often surfaced in his mind.

When recounting this experience to others, he habitually referred to the bonfire party experience as:

"The Yan people's most enthusiastic welcoming ceremony."