Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

"Master Gapar, why are you in such a hurry?"

Warrior Country, Imperial Capital.

Gapar walked ahead with an exasperated expression, his steps fierce and fast, ignoring the calls from King Banto's attendant sent to assist him.

Or rather, the fact that he didn't disappear without a trace with a single step was already a sign of respect.

"I can't stop worrying about that girl, I'm going to Red to have a look."

Gapar's wide sleeves fluttered up and down with the swing of his arms. It used to look quite dashing, but now it only revealed the owner's impatience.

Ever since he heard from King Banto that his daughter had gone to the frontlines, the Sword Saint had been restless, unable to focus even when studying combat skills, occasionally losing his train of thought.

Until today, when he heard that the troops supporting Red hadn't returned, and his daughter Uffie had ventured deep into the frontlines alone on her own initiative, his paternal worry reached its peak. He had to see for himself no matter what.

"But General Uffie has shown us her reliable strength and cunning. I dare say she's among the best of her generation in the world. Isn't your worry perhaps... a bit excessive?"

No matter how much the warrior spirit tradition is lost, people from the Warrior Country can't easily change their straightforward way of speaking. Even an attendant from the Royal Palace might sound slightly offensive to someone taking it seriously.

But Gapar had gotten used to it these days. He let out a deep sigh and said, "I heard you're a father too. If your child traveled far and didn't return, what would you worry about?"

The attendant replied without thinking, "As long as they don't bring back a child with them."

"?"

A question mark slowly appeared above Gapar's head.

For some reason, the attendant's answer made him feel even more agitated, briefly imagining his rebellious daughter bringing a child home someday...

No, absolutely can't imagine it! My brain will crash!

"Uffie's like I was when I was young, reckless in speech and action, too young and frivolous. I'm afraid she'll offend someone and must go see."

"With General Uffie's strength, there aren't many who would harm her if she offended them, right?" the attendant said.

"That would be even worse."

Gapar seemed to be explaining to the attendant or maybe just talking to himself:

"If she offends someone stronger, getting beaten up could be a motivator for her to improve."

"But if she offends those weaker than her, it's bad. The worst outcome would be developing a habit of using her strength to bully others, something I absolutely can't allow!"

His eyes sparkled with determination, resolute.

Maybe you're worrying a bit too much...

The attendant finally chose to stay silent, watching as the overly protective father departed, shaking his head and sighing:

"Never mind, I should think about how to explain this to the King."

Meanwhile, in Red, Savis City.

"Scared stiff?"

Gapar's daughter, the honorary general of the Warrior Country, an exemplary figure among the world's young generation—Uffie, lifted her hat slightly, observing the frozen Isha in front of her. Shouldn't the script lead to a tearful gratitude scene for saving her life?

She had literally fought her way through parasitic creatures just to find a living person and gather information.

"You seemed to have some strength; how could this scare you senseless?"

Though complaining, she kindly took out a healing potion from her bosom, intending to splash it over.

"Brother!"

But Isha let out a scream loud enough to shatter glass and ran towards the direction Fanen was kicked flying.

"Brother?"

Uffie tilted her head. Was Isha calling the person she kicked, a frenzied parasite victim?

She instantly filled in a tragically painful story in her mind, showing a sympathetic expression, and shook her head. Jumping down from her rifle, she kicked up her spear with her foot, caught it mid-air after a few spins, and rested it on her shoulder, walking towards the direction Isha ran, mumbling:

"That's why I support the dangerous creatures' extinction plan. Every year there's a heap of tragic incidents caused by monsters, yet they still argue about protecting species diversity. In the end, human safety should come first."

She glanced at the flesh-covered lumps and serrated wounds of the creature corpses on the ground, recalling the Saw Meat Blade in Fanen's hand, and suddenly understood.

So that man fought the monsters, protecting his sister, only to become frenzied after defeating the monsters himself, because of parasitism. That should be it, right?

"Girl over there, let him go; there's no saving him."

Uffie raised her spear horizontally and said, "I'll end his suffering quickly."

Isha had injected two tranquilizers into Fanen, but he convulsed violently as if having epilepsy, letting out beastly growls from his throat now and then, yet didn't fully recover from his near-beast state.

"Why isn't it working? It used to be effective quickly..." Isha mumbled in anxious confusion, suddenly remembering that because of the Blood Echo shortage, they diluted the tranquilizers they bought from the Messenger before using!