Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

The house suddenly collapsed, crushing and injuring countless beneath the rubble.

Arrows shot from the window, slowing the monsters' advance.

Bags filled with blood were thrown into the distance, drawing away a few... Isha's clever designs were once useful, but now, against the overwhelming tide of the parasitized, they were futile.

Quantity really brought about a qualitative change; even if her traps doubled in number, it wouldn't reverse the situation!

There was no way, as materials to make traps were severely lacking. What she managed to create was already considered a gift of talent,

"Uh, ugh!"

A middle-aged strong man suddenly let out a roar, and the parasitized who dug the shelter with the most enthusiasm suddenly swelled all over.

"Bang—"

He exploded, successfully blowing apart the ruins that supported the ceiling of the shelter!

A gust of wind came from underground, carrying a rich human scent. All parasitized who smelled this instantly became agitated, the parasites writhing madly, some impatiently bursting out, forming a crimson stream rushing into the cracks.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, flames shot up from underground, the scorching heat forcing nearby parasitized to retreat, the parasites that went in earlier turned to ash in this burst of flames, becoming the first batch of casualties.

Underground, Isha frantically wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, mixing the remaining Heat Stones and oil, throwing the concoction towards the collapsed shelter entrance, using the blazing fire to block the enemy.

"Damn it, they're faster than I imagined."

The people in the escape tunnel hadn't managed to get far; it seemed the way ahead was blocked by dirt, and a group of people were frantically digging.

Even more desperate, her treasured Explosive Magic Scroll wouldn't awaken no matter how much magic was injected into it. Without this item as a primer, the potency of her expired explosive potions stored would be greatly reduced, possibly leading not to a shelter collapse but rather a larger hole accelerating death.

In the dire situation, besides the man digging the tunnel, she and two other men picked up weapons, braving the scorching flames to stab upwards through the cracks. Fortunately, the enemy numbers were vast, and any random stab hit something.

Yet, this also speaks to the desperation of the situation.

The flames didn't last long, gradually waning, and the parasites lurked within the cracks of the ruins, biding their time!

At this moment, a heavenly voice came from the escape tunnel.

"It's dug through, we can leave!"

Isha instantly displayed a joyful expression, grabbing an iron rod so heated it was hard to hold, and beckoning the other two to escape.

Against all odds, they actually managed at the critical moment!

Life is truly full of drama!

As she crawled into the escape tunnel, she glanced back at the shelter where she lived for dozens of days, her heart filled with sorrow.

If life is indeed full of drama, can this disaster be muted so I can see my brother at home afterwards?

Thinking that Fanen might already be dead, the sorrow was uncontrollable, and Isha's already strained body went suddenly limp.

The two men coming behind saw her in poor condition, immediately supporting her and running inside, while behind the shelter had been half dug out, parasitized were scattered creeping in.

They must run faster, faster, before being caught—

"Ah ah ah!"

Terrified screams came from the front of the escape tunnel, the man and Isha were stunned.

All they heard was chaotic footsteps growing closer, the people running in front now were all rushing back with terrified faces, breathlessly shouting:

"Exit, exit is full of monsters!"

"What!?"

Since the parasitized middle-aged strong man could lead them to the shelter, how could they miss the escape tunnel?

"Wait, don't come back, the monsters have alr—"

Isha's attempted warning was drowned in the crowd's screams, they were almost pushed into the escape tunnel.

And here, they saw several parasitized who had come in earlier.

"Ah!"

Louder screams erupted among the crowd.

People fell into a dilemma!

Isha tightly grasped the Explosive Magic Scroll, her gaze darting between the two groups of parasitized, asking: "Are there many monsters in the escape tunnel!"

If there were only a handful, they should fight to burst out. In any case, they couldn't stay here waiting for death.

Those barely escaping back were too frightened to speak, only nodding vigorously; the number of parasitized blocking the escape tunnel might not match those on the ground, but enough to tear them apart.

Isha fell silent, surrounded by the nearer parasitized, people as helpless as infants.

"Oh ah!" a parasitized lunged at an old woman, the old woman screamed, next moment, an iron rod suddenly thrust into the parasitized's mouth, pinning it hard against the wall.

It was Isha who struck!

"Ha... ha..." Her face was flushed red from illness, even slight movement induced heavy breaths, but at such a critical moment, failing to resist meant total defeat.

What use is resisting, in the end still can't escape being consumed utterly.

"At least let these damned worms know, we won't stand foolishly to be killed!"

With her last ounce of strength, Isha shouted.