Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

The hunters were initially happy about the situation, but as time went on, they began to worry about where the missing parasites had gone. Were they hiding on purpose, preparing for a big move?

Moreover, new parasites would occasionally pop up in the Fishing Port District, and some of them didn't even dress like residents of the Fishing Port District.

Later, Fanen discovered something that solved everyone's doubts.

It turns out that the parasites are attracted to another Dungeon's Teleportation Gate, and those that are mutated or slightly stronger tend to rush into the Dungeon first, leaving the old, weak, sick, and disabled wandering outside.

Those parasites that entered the Dungeon rarely came back out.

After learning this news, the hunters were a bit stunned, as they didn't expect the difficulty of reclaiming the Fishing Port District to decrease because of the Dungeon.

This also explained why the Fishing Port District couldn't be completely cleaned up, because the Dungeon was constantly attracting parasites from other districts.

"Isn't there a legend about how the Dungeon might have been created by the Creator God? So, could this Dungeon's appearance be the God showing mercy to us?" someone said full of belief.

Fanen didn't find this explanation very convincing. He preferred to believe that the Dungeon appeared because it had a spirit of its own, rather than attributing all the credit to the God.

However, many people believed this explanation, and during such special times, it might even help gather people's hearts, so he didn't say much more.

Speaking of people's hearts, it was only after starting to clean up and search the Fishing Port District that the hunters realized the number of survivors was quite substantial. Quite a few were capable of surviving, and by now, over a hundred survivors had joined them, which was uplifting news!

They quickly adjusted their tactics, as the Dungeon could deal with those dangerous mutants, so they would handle the scattered monsters themselves!

They successfully found a way to rely on the Dungeon!

"Aw!"

The last parasite let out a dying wail as Fanen shook off the blood and flesh clinging to his Saw Meat Blade, looking at the bullet holes on the fallen parasite's body and murmuring to himself:

"Whenever I get a bit high-spirited, I can't execute a Gun Counter. I wish I had Isha's talent..."

"Fanen, are you done with your work here?" someone dressed as a hunter ran over.

Fanen nodded, and the person relaxed, saying, "The search of the Fishing Port District has been fully completed, and all the survivors have been rescued. Do you want to go back and take a look?"

"Just disperse and settle the people as planned. Although the parasites are more interested in the Dungeon Teleportation Gate for now, who knows if a large number of humans gathering will attract the parasites' attention. By the way, arrange for everyone to enter the Dungeon once as soon as possible."

Without this suddenly appearing Dungeon, Fanen and the others might have been dead by now.

"Aren't you going back? Tonight's Puppet Banquet should be more abundant." Just talking about the once-a-day feast in the Hunter's Dream made the hunter's mouth water.

It was almost the most anticipated thing after a hard day's hunt, becoming practically a spiritual solace.

In a nearly apocalyptic city, having a puppet serve up delicious dishes to soothe the soul after a day's struggle for survival was something they likely wouldn't forget for a lifetime.

"Of course I want to, I'm practically drooling just thinking about it," Fanen smiled and looked into the distance, "but today I'm going with a few others to scout the Pearl District. It's time to put reclaiming the second district on the agenda."

Saying this, hope shone in both their eyes, as after a series of misfortunes, their lives were finally starting to look up.

What was the current situation of this Red Country? What about other cities? Would reinforcements come...

What if the entire country had already fallen?

If that were the case, then Fanen and the others decided to become the reinforcements that never arrived!

After meeting with a few hunters, Fanen moved toward the Pearl District under the gradually setting sun. When life was on the rise, even the sunset seemed vibrant and full of life, because people knew that even if the sun set, it would rise again the next day.

Accompanying their departure footsteps, a thick shape flashed by in the shadows, unnoticed by anyone.

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The sun had fully set, and night had enveloped this Red Country.

Even the smallest country has a capital. The territory of Red Country is flat and long from left to right, with the capital located on the left side nearest to other countries, close to the inland area.

Why did it dare to establish its capital there? Well, it was based on the mindset of "anyway we have no resources worth attacking, if a country wants to attack us, we'll immediately surrender and join them for their rice."

Unfortunately, the intentions of the Red Royal Family were long known by neighboring countries, and no one wanted to annex this backwater land.

The para parasite disaster affected two-thirds of the country's area, and the remaining one-third of the intact territory was where the capital was, heavily guarded at the frontline, not letting a single parasite break in.

But all they did was guard, with no counterattack, not even when reinforcements from the Warrior Country arrived, which was quite strange.

This made some in the Warrior Country's reinforcements restless.

In the wilderness surrounding the capital, a few people sneaked out.

"General Uffie, are you really going to enter the disaster area alone?" asked a worried soldier from the Warrior Country.

"Anyway, this general title of mine is just nominal; General Ed is the one really commanding, and my absence wouldn't affect them," said a girl wearing a bamboo hat. Unlike the soldier with the Red Dragon-engraved armor of the Warrior Country, the girl had almost no armor, dressed instead in loose casual clothes resembling a less bulky robe, exuding a free-spirited vibe.

Silver white short hair hung by her ears, with simple earrings that nicely balanced the grandfatherly look brought by the white hair, even making her appear stylish.

Paired with her confident upward gaze and the long spear on her shoulder, she radiated an aura of a master.

"I'm concerned about your safety, how can you go into the disaster area alone..." the soldier sighed. "Even if I saw that the King of Red doesn't want us to enter, he should relent if we press for a few more days. You shouldn't take risks, especially when you've transformed me to impersonate you, that's really...."

He meant to say it was too reckless.

"It's fine, I'm the Sword Saint's daughter," Uffie said confidently, giving herself a thumbs up.

"I'm a one-person army, don't worry about me. What if a few days late results in more survivors perishing?"

Before the soldier could say anything else, she turned and ran off, disappearing from sight in a few leaps, leaving a peal of hearty laughter.

The unique laugh was indeed like Gapar's.

"Sigh," the soldier sighed, speaking a long-held thought aloud to himself:

"Since when does the Sword Saint's daughter wield a spear..."