Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

Chapter 94: Underground Dungeon!

Aside from that, the smoked meat workshop “Old Hank” was indeed quite good.

That kind of well-prepared magical beast jerky was not only delicious, but also essential fuel for maintaining high-intensity training.

Lance bought a large bag in one go, planning to stock it at home to deal with the consumption over the next few nights.

Carrying the heavy food bag on his way home, Lance was in an exceptionally good mood.

He mentally reviewed the astonishing gains from the past three days.

Including today’s settlement rewards, the commission tasks alone had netted him a total of 1128 Skill Experience Points.

As well as an equally valuable 260 Knowledge Experience.

Several core combat skills had made significant progress through this period of real combat tempering.

Lance had already made plans in his mind.

After finishing tonight’s basic training, he could select skills and fully make up for the remaining bit of missing proficiency.According to his calculations, he would most likely gain two brand-new skill specializations tonight.

This kind of rocket-like growth speed—if word got out—would probably shock all professionals in the world.

At this rate—

There was no need to wait until autumn.

With just a bit of luck, before Cecilia’s internship period ended, he might complete the class advancement ritual and officially step across the threshold of becoming a professional.

By that time, the long summer would have just ended.

And when the autumn winds began to blow, he would have enough confidence to attempt conquering a true Underground Dungeon.

In this fantasy world, so-called “Underground Dungeons” were not merely ruins left behind by ancient civilizations.

They were a unique and living form of terrain.

Tracing back to their origin, it was a grand yet brutally cruel history recorded in primordial mythology.

At the very beginning, there was neither time nor space in existence.

It was the primordial creator Aether who scattered chaos with a single sigh, and illuminated the countless stars with a glance, thus creating this stable material world.

However, the power of creation exhausted all of Aether’s strength.

Before falling into eternal slumber, it separated its reason and emotions, creating two gods in its own image to manage this newborn world.

These were the original Twin Gods.

The elder brother, Aurelius, was responsible for sowing laws into the world and perfecting its physical rules. He was the embodiment of the creator’s love and reason.

The younger brother, Zelos, was responsible for playing and causing mischief within the world, injecting vitality into it. He was the embodiment of the creator’s desire and chaos.

But for eternal gods, endless time was always accompanied by boredom.

Soon, the younger brother Zelos grew tired of this unchanging peace.

Thus, a cruel game called “Life” began under the will of a god.

Zelos casually created countless grotesque monsters, watching them slaughter freely across the land.

But this monotonous spectacle of destruction quickly bored him again.

To make the game more interesting, he brought in his brother Aurelius.

Indulging his younger brother, Aurelius did not refuse. Combining their completely different authorities, he created a brand-new group of races.

These were the intelligent races that now inhabited the continent.

They possessed the ability to learn, to think, to summarize experience, and to create tools.

Unlike the monsters created by his brother, which were born powerful, the creations of the elder brother were initially extremely weak—but possessed limitless potential for evolution.

As time passed, when the intelligent races learned to use magic and creations to counter-kill monsters, Zelos felt the game had become unbalanced.

Observing these intelligent beings struggling to survive in adversity, he made an excited decision.

To increase the difficulty, he unhesitatingly split off part of his divine power and created the first-generation Demon King, who ruled all monsters and possessed supreme war intelligence.

After that, countless stories unfolded.

The arrival of the Age of Gods, and the catastrophe that swept across the entire material world—known as “Ragnarok of the Gods.”

Even the supreme Twin Gods both fell during this calamity.

And thus, Underground Dungeons were born.

This was the most vicious yet most romantic curse that Zelos had left upon the world.

Because he was unwilling for the game to end.

So his divine body dissolved, burrowing deep into the mantle of the continent, merging with rock, ley lines, and surging aether.

That colossal divine corpse ultimately transformed into Underground Dungeons scattered across the world.

These deep labyrinths were also a manifestation of Zelos’s personality in life.

He admired all life that was fearless and brave, capable of bringing him joy.

Underground Dungeons were the arenas he created from his own corpse, allowing all races to continue entertaining him.

The reason people across the continent tirelessly ventured to conquer these dangerous dungeons—

Was because of the abundant rewards buried within.

Anyone who cleared a dungeon would receive generous compensation, and even honor bestowed by certain laws.

In this wondrous world, achievements and honor were not empty praises, but could transform into real, tangible power.

Conquering dungeons was no exception.

But this game was forcibly enforced.

Underground Dungeons would never disappear. They continuously evolved over time, always maintaining a dangerous sense of novelty.

If the surface-dwelling races neglected dungeon exploration for too long, or failed to make substantial progress—

Then the will slumbering deep underground would grow angry.

What followed would be the terrifying phenomenon known as “Dungeon Rampage.”

Countless monsters would surge to the surface like a tide, launching frenzied attacks on nearby towns and villages.

And such anger was difficult to quell.

What might have originally been a simple Level 1 dungeon could, after rampaging, instantly spike in difficulty to Level 5 or even Level 10.

That was a disaster capable of destroying an entire nation.

Thus, building towns around dungeon entrances and stationing permanent adventurers to regularly clear and suppress them had become a common survival strategy in this world.

Adventurers, as a result, had become one of the most indispensable professions on the continent.

“I really look forward to that time.”

Lance sighed. Once that moment came, he would personally experience one of the most unique features of this world.

It would also fulfill a dream of his as a player from another world—running dungeons on the corpse of a god. Just thinking about it felt exhilarating.

Just as he was still sketching a grand blueprint of the future in his mind, his gaze casually swept across a shop by the street.

His steps paused slightly.

It was a high-end weapon shop that mainly served veteran professionals.

Through the clear display window, Lance saw a familiar figure from behind.

He did not linger. Like an ordinary passerby, he simply glanced at it briefly, then continued walking as if nothing had happened, blending back into the crowd.