Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Ainz III, today as well, was thoroughly enjoying life.

Meanwhile, the Evil God Hidden Dull Star, or rather a strand of its consciousness, was in quite an unpleasant mood.

Due to energy-saving reasons, most of the time, this Evil God remained in a dormant state, awakening briefly only once on the day of the Eliphas turmoil.

During the rest of the time, its reactions to the outside world were managed by a separated strand of consciousness, which was equivalent to its Consciousness Avatar.

Yet perhaps due to an overly prolonged slumber, this strand of consciousness gradually developed its own relatively independent will, differing somewhat from the main body of the Evil God. The Evil God had no other opinion on this matter since this consciousness was absolutely loyal; a slight personality was inconsequential.

However, the avatar lacked the true godliness in terms of character and was rather playful, having spent years with the Evil God observing and playing a lot, with more of Humanity.

Simply put, it could be angered by the provocations from Ainz III, which were considered insignificant by the main body of the Evil God.

But alas, the power it could control was limited, and it couldn't do anything significant to Ainz III, who considered Sain as his shell to retreat into. Awakening the slumbering main body of the Evil God for such minor inconveniences was impossible, thus its mood had been quite unpleasant these past days.

When one's mood is poor, one tends to vent. The Evil God Avatar was no exception—it couldn't kill Ainz III, so it had to find another place to vent its anger.

At this moment, it suddenly remembered something: its main body seemed to have messed up a small country called "Red." That country must be in chaos now.

Excellent, let's go there and appreciate the scene of devastation!

Though it was somewhat reluctant to admit it, the Hidden Blood Parasites, transformed by the Evil God, belonged to the same category of the Evil God's Favored as this separated consciousness, only of different levels.

Now it was about to appreciate the masterpiece crafted by its colleagues.

However....

Wait, why had the number of Hidden Blood Parasites decreased significantly!?

Why was there a large area where there was a blank space without a single parasite!?

Having not paid attention for over ten days, what exactly had happened here?

It felt incredibly shocked, followed by outrage and panic—Red was one of the works the main body had been satisfied with in recent years. If something went wrong, the main body would be angry upon awakening.

No, I must investigate thoroughly to understand what's going on!

With this thought in mind, it mobilized as much power as it could, directly projecting its consciousness into the strongest Hidden Blood Parasite in the vicinity of that eerie blank zone within Red. Since they were all Favored of the Evil God, projecting consciousness didn't consume much.

Gradually, things appeared in its vision. Its first reaction was: How tall, how enormous had this parasite grown by consuming so much? Surely its power must be immense.

The second reaction was, why did it seem like it was being attracted, continuously moving forward?

The Consciousness Avatar surveyed its surroundings, and the scene around it came into view. It felt the long-forgotten sensation of "amazement."

Here was a street in some decaying city, a very spacious street packed with various parasitized beings. But what puzzled it was why the branches surrounding this street were all firmly blocked, forming a strange one-way route?

From a bird's-eye view, there were as many as thirteen such one-way routes, with entrances scattered throughout the city, yet all exits converged toward the same place.

That place emitted a strong allure to the parasites.

The Consciousness Avatar initially felt a hint of interest until it noticed living humans from the sides of the road.

Where on earth did these clones that were identically dressed except for differences in height, body size, and armed with weapons come from?

The group of them intently watched it, always on alert, and they even looked like seasoned fighters from their postures.

Wait, why were there humans alive here, and quite a few it seemed? Weren't they all supposed to have been consumed completely?

At that moment, the Consciousness Avatar realized that the eerie blank zone in this town might just be the work of these strange humans.

Aha, I've caught you. Today, I will slaughter all you detestable humans.

The Consciousness Avatar eagerly prompted the parasite it had projected into, instructing it to disregard anything else and assemble forces to kill the humans first!

However, no matter how many times it repeated its request, the gigantic parasite ignored it, continuing along the one-way route, moving toward its ultimate goal.

Stop, you fool!

Perplexed about what bewitched this creature so, it watched as the humans grew more distant—how could it let such a golden opportunity slip away?

Immediately, it employed its power to corrode the parasite's body, planning to kill the humans personally once it had full control. But just then.

A girl-like figure commanded others to throw bags filled with liquid high into the air. When these bags landed in front of the parasites, they shot arrows to burst them, causing fragrant blood to spill everywhere.

The Consciousness Avatar instantly noticed the parasites going berserk. The parasitized beings, covered in blood, madly dashed forward, chased by the trailing parasites, even the one it inhabited, an unstoppable mass crushing one parasite after another under its girth.

Stop, stop now!

The Consciousness Avatar hastened the rate of invading the parasite's body, but it was too late—they had reached the endpoint, where they were greeted by...

An Underground City Teleportation Gate emitting a faint glow.

For some reason, upon seeing this Teleportation Gate, the Consciousness Avatar felt an overwhelming urge to retch as if it had encountered something extremely revolting. Striving to restrain the parasite, it finally sensed slight impact, gaining a sliver of control over the body. The next step would be full control, then returning to kill humans was the proper course of action.

"Thud——"

A heavy, muffled sound echoed as the strongest nearby Hidden Blood Parasite collided with the Teleportation Gate.

Stop, I don't want to go in!

The tone of the Consciousness Avatar was sharp, as if witnessing itself about to fall into a cesspit.

With a flicker of light from the Teleportation Gate, it successfully entered the Sain Dungeon.

From afar, Fanen and the others wiped their brows with relief, "I thought that guy would turn around and attack us."

"The Dungeon is truly impressive."

"My route design was quite effective, right?"

Anyway, the hurriedly constructed route, crafted by the survivors of Savis City over several days, had indeed served its purpose.