Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

There's a question: How do adventurers come to know the names of every elite or boss monster?

In fact, the way each name is known is different.

Some are discovered by glancing at the hunting manual after the fight, while others are guessed through various hints during earlier exploration, exemplified by the [Molten Furnace Knight] and [Pope Shalivan's Phantom].

And some special monsters have their names appear in large magical letters when they appear, just like the names of various areas, accompanied by stunning effects that enhance the shock value significantly—like the [Biomimetic Tear Drop of the Full Moon Queen].

Given that Fanen and his group lacked a hunting manual, they first learned the name of the elite monster [Clergy Beast] they encountered from the items it dropped later on.

Father Gascoin clearly hadn't reached the level of the Full Moon Queen's Biomimetic Tear Drop, as there was no stage where a real name was revealed.

Currently, the group only knew that this was a crazed hunter, and he was charging towards them.

Although they knew Father Gascoin was a hunter, under normal circumstances, humanoid enemies seemed less impactful than beasts, that's what Fanen and his team thought.

If there were veteran adventurers from the Sain system here, they would quickly correct this dangerous notion, because encountering beast-type enemies with formulaic appearances in the Sain series dungeons just meant they had high aggression and nothing special.

However, even the most experienced among them would find it hard to stay positive when facing humanoid enemies.

"Let's go!" The two hunters exchanged glances and rushed up from left and right. Noticing their intent, the others immediately fired shots head-on to distract Father Gascoin.

These two hunters were once street thugs who often fought, learning combat techniques, and excelled at pinning down and restraining enemies.

Indeed, seeing how old Father Gascoin appeared, they wanted to use street-fighting tactics to bring him down; perhaps they could even interrogate him for some intel!

Both wielded Saw Meat Blades, one aimed at the hand and the other at the leg, while the people in front kept shooting at Father Gascoin's arm, trying to use the bullet's impact to stop him from swinging the axe.

"Heh."

With incredible skill, Father Gascoin dodged the two swings at the last moment in a precarious stance that looked like he might fall at any second, showcasing his extensive combat experience.

However, this was exactly the effect the two wanted!

"Ha, watch me!"

"Fall down!"

Suddenly, the two dropped their weapons, which hadn't yet retracted, and lunged at Father Gascoin with open arms!

"Well done!" Fanen praised, as the two really knocked Father Gascoin down, and he rushed over, "Hang on, wait for us—"

Before he finished, there were two screams as the two who had just brought down the enemy and hadn't yet formed a hold were thrown away crying out.

Throwing two sturdy adults simultaneously? What kind of supernatural strength is this?

Fanen's steps halted abruptly, as Father Gascoin stood up at this moment, a towering figure standing in front of him like a large black tower, with the bloody smell even evident in his breath.

It was then that Fanen and the others realized one thing:

The power of an enemy cannot be judged solely by their size.

The Saw Meat Blade slashed, making Fanen react immediately with a slash, however...

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and Fanen, his face lined with black, was shot and fell to his knees.

Damn it, I find that in battles between hunters, the first to act often ends up suffering...

Gun counters are fun, but in the enemy's hands, they make oneself equally "happy."

"You brat, I'll kick your ass hard!"

Bell's uniquely sharp tone echoed from the side, fortunately drawing Father Gascoin, who was about to share some wisdom with Fanen, away.

Everyone rushed in together, giving it their all, the sounds of gunfire and weapon transformations ceaselessly filled the air, more lively than a New Year's celebration.

With extensive combat experience, superior weapon proficiency, and non-human-like strength, Father Gascoin seemed exceptionally brave amidst the siege; ordinary attacks couldn't halt his assault, and their attacks were nothing to him.

Though it seemed they had him surrounded, the actual combat experience felt like he had surrounded them!

Fanen finally recovered from being downed, got up to see several people kneeling just like he had earlier, clearly also victims of gun counters—some even bleeding heavily from heart-to-heart exchanges with Father Gascoin.

He's a more terrifying enemy than the Clergy Beast!

Trying to help, he barely engaged a few moves before being hit by the axe, and flying back, feeling like several bones shattered until halting at a gravestone.

These gravestones, carved out of stone, looked decrepit but surprisingly hard upon impact, with many similar ones in the graveyard.

"Tsk, only three bottles left."

He injected himself with a Blood Collection Bottle, and when the injury was severe, recovery took relatively longer. He utilized this time to observe the enemy.

Father Gascoin's attacks were wide and precise, sneakily shooting when unexpected, having a gun counter success rate as high as ninety-nine percent; almost every gunshot resulted in someone falling.

Compared to him, Fanen felt like an ape who didn't know how to properly use a gun; no, apes are strong at least, maybe more like a monkey.

If only I weren't this seasoned hunter's enemy; having him teach me combat skills would be so beneficial.

Just as this thought emerged in his mind, the injuries on his body had already been healed by the Blood Collection Bottle. He shook his still slightly numb arm, ready to rejoin the battlefield. If he didn't hurry into the fight, everyone would be knocked down.

Yet, at that moment, he suddenly heard a dull thud.

A kind of dull sound that weapons make when they strike an indestructibly hard object, creating an irritating feeling.

Those engaged in fierce battle might not have noticed, but as an observer, he could see it clearly. Father Gascoin's Big Axe missed its mark and struck an inconspicuous tombstone, immediately rebounding off the hard surface.

A tombstone can make it ricochet?

Fanen's eyes lit up. With so many tombstones around, if they could figure out Father Gascoin's attack patterns and guide him using the terrain, could they use these tombstones to defeat him? It seemed very promising!

It looked like history was about to be replayed? He loudly shared this news with the others, who were also delighted upon hearing it.

But at this point, the group was already at a disadvantage, lacking the energy to observe the terrain or lure the enemy towards the area with more tombstones. Fanen's expression changed; he suddenly slit his wrist and sprayed blood at the priest, successfully drawing Father Gascoin's attention with the rich fragrance of blood and the sound of gunfire.

Father Gascoin charged fiercely, and Fanen ran in a different direction.

Those who finally had a breather anxiously shouted:

"Fanen, you ran the wrong way! There are more tombstones behind you!"

"I know!"

Fanen pulled down his mask, showing the passion ignited by danger on his face, turning to face the priest who had already pursued him.

The area he was in was one of the few open spaces in the cemetery; there were no tombstones around. It was perfect for a fair duel, but they couldn't defeat him head-on at this moment. What was he doing?

"You all rest quickly. While I'm holding him here, find a place with more tombstones to fight," Fanen shouted to the group, then turned his gaze back to the priest. "I want to duel him one-on-one!"

"Are you crazy!?"

"I hardly encounter seasoned fellow Hunters. How could I give up this valuable learning opportunity!"

He stared at Father Gascoin, his tone showing respect, and said:

"I don't know if you can still understand me, but I'm going to steal your hunting techniques during this battle."

Father Gascoin exhaled a murky breath, seemingly in response, and launched the attack first.

Fanen felt a mortal threat, which instead made his smile more reckless. He faced the attack directly and attacked in return.

He realized the way to escape but only told his companions and didn't put it into practice himself, instead having a one-on-one duel with an invincible enemy.

This wasn't to show how noble his morals were; he genuinely wanted to train himself and learn more hunting techniques. Facing Father Gascoin directly as a mentor was undoubtedly the fastest way to improve, even though he would undoubtedly die many times.

Once he really couldn't bear losing anymore, then he'd use the tombstones to fight. That's what he thought.

The people watched him charge and fight the enemy, holding his own for a few seconds before being overwhelmed and beaten, finding themselves at a loss for words.

"I'll scout the place with more tombstones first." Someone turned and quickly went to find more tombstones.

But some others, watching Fanen's fighting posture, fell into thought, finally sighed, and said, "I... I want to learn too."

"Count me in too," another person echoed. "My axe is the same type as his, but I don't know how to use an axe. It's hard to hit. I want to fight a little longer with him."

"Why are you all... I use a cane; I can't dare to solo. Who wants to guide me?"

Under Fanen's influence, people gradually realized something:

Rather than defeating Father Gascoin or more enemies, the usual goals of adventurers like quickly improving the exploration of the map, they should focus on enhancing their own strength instead.

Their goal was to reclaim Savis City, and even the entire Red City, not to stubbornly push through the Dungeon!

"Switch!"

Fanen barely lasted two minutes before being sent flying by an axe strike, the powerful force knocking him out of the cemetery and crashing onto the rooftop of a nearby building.

Before flying away, he didn't forget to remind everyone, showing responsibility.

"Oh dear, I learned a lot, but when I think about it in detail, I can't remember."

His body felt extremely fatigued, but a sense of fulfillment was born in his heart, causing him to laugh incessantly.

He turned his head, wanting to check on his companions' battle situation.

However, what he saw when he turned made him unable to laugh.

Why is there a woman's corpse lying next to him? Was this on the rooftop originally?

Since this place should only be accessible after defeating Father Gascoin, people hadn't noticed there was a woman's corpse here.

The corpses in Yarn numbered in the thousands and thousands, so one more wasn't surprising, but something else grabbed his attention.

The woman's body had a brooch pinned to it.

A large and beautiful Ruby brooch.