Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

My total level is nineteen? What kind of level is that, am I strong or weak?

But judging from the battle with the Clergy Beast, I guess I'm extremely weak.....

What he didn't know was that without the initial Blood Therapy boost, his level would only be single digits, and he would have to exert all his effort just to fight a Beastification citizen.

Although level nineteen is still very weak, he would need to triple it to match Leon's debut level.

Due to his low level, the Blood Echo needed for leveling up was naturally very little. After spending all the Blood Echo he had, he managed to reach level twenty-five with cautious and balanced point distribution.

After using items like [Cold Blood Pearl], [Thick Cold Blood], and selling extra items to the Messenger, he successfully reached level thirty!

He's still a bit short of reaching Silver Level, but can now be considered among the best in Copper Level adventurers.

Feeling the surge of power within him, Fanen looked around excitedly, trying to find anything else he could sell for more Blood Echo. He was just a few hundred points short of leveling up again, and leaving like this felt unsatisfying.

Unfortunately, there was nothing else left to sell unless he wanted to pawn his clothes.

"This power, this power..."

Away from the puppet lady, Fanen drew his Saw Meat Blade and swung it around. The Saw Meat Blade that previously felt heavy with just a few swings now danced like a butterfly at his fingertips. Moves he had thought about but never could execute due to physical limitations were now possible.

He now felt his attacks could not only leave a small cut on the Clergy Beast.

But also tear out some fur!

Doesn't that sound a bit low-level?

Fanen suppressed his excitement with this thought, keeping himself calm, understanding that a few level-ups wouldn't defeat such terrifying monsters.

What if he challenged those Parasitic creatures outside?

He shouldn't fear the regular parasitic creatures; as long as he maintained good protection, he wouldn't have to worry about being parasitized in battle, but what about when facing that mutated kind?

He didn't know, unsure of the mutant's strength, only assuming it to be formidable.

"Not enough, I'm still not enough."

He looked at the puppet with burning eyes; if his gaze had warmth, the puppet lady would be sent to the Initial Firestove to transmit fire.

This beautiful puppet in front of him was truly priceless!

"A Dungeon that can make people stronger, I've truly found an incredible treasure. This is an unprecedented discovery. I, no, the entire Reid might become stronger because of this Dungeon!"

Excitement filled his mind, but Fanen vaguely felt he had heard something similar before—Dungeons that could also enhance adventurer prowess, probably overheard during trade talks with foreign merchant caravans.

"Isn't it called Sain...?"

Reid here was quite isolated, and external battles rarely affected their fishing and seafood activities, so outside news rarely reached them. Their clothing style was still what's popular from many years ago.

"No matter what magical functions that Dungeon called Sain has, I believe that the one I've encountered is the best Dungeon!"

He clenched his fist, took one last look at the teleportation gate leading outside, and resolutely strode towards...

The teleportation tombstone!

He definitely needed to gather the few hundred Blood Echo required for leveling up, even raising just one level could assist in battle, right?

What if in a fight outside, he was just one level short of victory?

That's what he thought.

City Lord's room, Gong Qiying opened the [Unity Seeker Panel] again, and Fanen's portrait appeared on it.

The portrait was divided by a diagonal line; the lower left showed Fanen dressed in tattered robes, anxiously running through an alley, eyes wary of his surroundings, but underneath was an unconcealable cowardice.

The upper right also showed him, but dressed in Hunter's gear, pulling down his mask to wipe off prey's blood splattered on his face, while at his feet lay a Wolfman, hacked into a bloody mess.

This indicated that he had already accepted Sain and became the first Reid person to become a Unity Seeker.

"Not bad."

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Reid, Savis.

On an inconspicuous street, beneath the debris of a nondescript collapsed house was the basement—survivors' shelter.

This place was once a famous fish market, now it's filled with rotting and smelling fish corpses, so fetid even the parasitic creatures are unwilling to come here, making it a haven for survivors.

However, calling it a haven doesn't mean there are only about twenty people living here, and after Fanen and the others left, there were only about twelve or thirteen elderly, weak, sick, and disabled, with at most three men holding the fort.

If parasitic creatures attacked, they would stand no chance.

"Miss Isha, please have some warm water."

In the basement, a young girl who looked not yet of age was observing the situation outside the ruins through a homemade rough mirror, drawing something on a notebook with her other hand.

Her name was Abraham Van Isha, Fanen's sister.

An elderly woman carrying a bowl of water with just the right temperature approached gently, "You're sick right now, just rest well, Fanen and the others will surely return before dawn."

Isha nodded with hope, politely thanked her, then took the warm water, drinking a small sip before setting it down, saying:

"There isn't much Heat Stone left, don't waste this precious warmth on me, pregnant women and the elderly need it more."

The elderly woman sighed helplessly, saying:

"That won't do, you're a patient."

"Everyone here is a patient." Isha continued drawing on her notebook.

"But the traps around the shelter rely on you for maintenance, that's everyone's sentiment that you absolutely mustn't collapse."

Isha's hand paused, her notebook filled with simple mechanisms.

If one observed closely near the shelter's ground, cleverly designed traps could be found all around, able to lure parasitic creatures away and provide self-defense if absolutely necessary.

"Alright." She smiled, taking another sip of warm water.

As a Hunter's child, Isha had also received training from her father, but she was more interested in traps and mechanisms than actual combat, showing more talent in that regard.

Conversely, her brother Fanen was almost an illiterate in traps, often failing to set up tree branches to catch birds as a child.

The traps near the shelter had successfully diverted parasitic creatures numerous times, and Isha's contribution was significant to the sanctuary's survival until now.

Although their father taught them to be humble, she was still a child.

So when she received the elderly woman's praise, there was no visible reaction on her face, but her legs, dangling in the air, swayed even more, humming a tune.

When her brother returns, let's try to praise him too—braving the outside was already so courageous.

However, as she casually glanced at the mirror, the tune in her mouth stopped abruptly.

"Bell, Bell lady..." Isha's little face suddenly turned pale, calling out the elderly woman's name, and in the end, she directly shook awake the bell symbolizing alertness.

This bell hadn't rung in ages!

People panicked immediately, not knowing what had happened. Under the questioning gazes, Isha forced herself to suppress her trembling, saying:

"They... are coming!"

The mirror reflected countless swaying figures piling up in the streets.

And among those walking corpses were a few familiar faces!

It was the people who had ventured out to gather supplies earlier!