There's a skeleton dungeon connected to my basement.

Chapter 428, The Canary No Longer Confined in its Cage
I rode on my thin, weak little horse.

It was such a docile pony that even a lame man could ride it.

I hate it.

I hate myself even more.

Unfolding the old parchment scroll, Xiao Yang is reading the second volume of the Northern Epic.

The once fierce barbarian warrior now scurried over to Xiao Yang with a bowl of meat soup.

"Come and have a taste! This soup contains some rare ingredients that Miss Yun brought from the South!"

It looks strangely like a husky sticking its tongue out.

Xiao Yang realized that his charm had indeed become excessively high recently.

"And it's getting higher and higher."

It's so high it feels a bit abrupt.

"Where did it come from?"

After a little thought, I roughly found the answer.

[Awe-inspiring as a swan, graceful as a dragon in flight]

This quality, combined with the agility attribute from mythology, bestowed upon Xiao Yang the blessing of never being bound.

However, it seems to represent a less-than-pleasant story.

"In the blink of an eye, she was trapped on a narrow golden platform, becoming a melancholy canary."

To some extent, one's own traits can indeed lead to or foreshadow certain situations.

Take, for example, the exaggerated charm that Xiao Yang displayed.

Raising her head, her deep blue eyes seemed to radiate unparalleled brilliance. With just one glance, the burly barbarian in front of her was stunned and bewildered, and not far away, the girl wiping the longsword in her hand was also stunned.

Such brilliance was quickly concealed by Xiao Yang using the Concealing Breath Technique.

Such high charm is not a good thing for ordinary people. If it is displayed on an ordinary person, it will be noticed by some people with special fetishes.

Being locked on the golden platform and becoming a not-so-free bronze sparrow might be a good outcome.

The ultimate insult is more likely to occur.

Perhaps that's why.

This trait appeared in Xiao Yang.

Her face was delicate, but the lines were not soft; instead, they were angular.

She had a slender figure, but an indescribable, chaotic aura emanated from her.

As the two Xiao Yangs approached.

This chaotic temperament appeared abruptly in him.

It's like a dangerous, strange, and ethereal being that exists but isn't entirely present in this world.

If someone really wants to capture Xiao Yang and make him a concubine on the Golden Platform, then that person will probably really go to war with the other side.

He took the soup bowl.

There wasn't anything particularly unusual in the bowl.

"Seaweed, there's seaweed in this soup."

It is indeed a rare and unusual thing from the South.

Perhaps it's because she's too charming.

Even though Xiao Yang slacked off the entire trip, he was not kicked out.

There should be a result by tomorrow.

Unfold the epic tale of the North that I hadn't finished reading.

Many thrilling things actually happened during this journey.

A fairly exciting adventure.

"A sudden cold wave."

"The Frost Dragon that gave birth to offspring."

"The lost tribes of the icy plains chasing after the great horn."

"A vast army of monsters lurking in the distance."

Many stories unfolded along the way.

Unfortunately, these things were too mundane for Xiao Yang.

He is already a legend.

You could even say he's a living demigod.

He has become someone who can no longer participate in other people's stories.

Once he officially appears, in most cases, everything will revolve around him.

"I can only be an observer."

Those dangers and difficulties were things he could easily solve.

Perhaps this is how the gods view everything that happens in the world.

"Because I can't participate and feel a sense of presence, I'm indifferent to everything."

This is not a good thing.

And it's a real shame.

"He still hasn't climbed out of the cesspool!"

Their adventurer party had already reached the foot of the central peak in the North.

Xiao Yang sensed a trace of the dungeon's rules on this peak.

It's like a pre-prepared script.

The source of that dungeon's chaos, that monster king, he will come here. [“I am the true king!”]

The appearance of these words heralded the complete shattering of the young Northern Kingdom.

At this point, Xiao Yang had completely read through everything recorded on the parchment scroll.

"It's a bit too short."

………….

When the weary adventurers climbed the high mountain.

A long, dark blue sword appeared before everyone.

This place seems to be a battlefield from long ago.

A tall skeleton leaned against the dark blue longsword.

He plunged it deep into the chest of the black-robed figure beneath him.

Xiao Yang found the damaged core of the dungeon on the field.

Most of its power was lost.

Finally, the leader of the adventurer's party, Miss Yun, who carried a longsword, grasped the dark blue longsword.

As the longsword was slowly pulled up.

At this moment, the other team members also became excited.

The dark blue longsword began to glow.

"This is at least a legendary weapon!"

"This time we're going to make a fortune!"

Such excited words rang out.

The drawing of the longsword elicited some strange echoes.

A burly, lion-like man with flowing blond hair and wearing magnificent armor appeared in the shadows.

"no!"

"Why not? Is it only you who can become king?!"

I don't need anyone!

"We don't need you at all!"

"I am the true King of the North!"

The longsword was thrust downwards.

A man covered in black snake scales gripped the falling sword tightly with both hands, roaring furiously.

"you are not!"

The lion-like man raised his head, his gaze falling on the flames and ruins around him.

They gave that answer affirmatively.

He lowered the longsword.

I don't know if I finally softened my heart.

The longsword ultimately failed to pierce the heart of the figure beneath it.

However, this also brings hidden dangers.

A ghastly green blood flowed from the wound, transforming into a venomous snake of the same color. The snake bit down hard, seizing the man's wrist.

"I am the King of the North."

"you are not!"

Xiao Yang was paying attention to the situation on the field.

"Golden hair?"

This is a very important symbol.

Even now, blond hair is revered by barbarians because it represents the bloodline of kings.

to here.

The dark blue longsword was finally pulled out.

A rumble sounded.

But then the monsters arrived.

The first to arrive was a fully grown frost dragon.

Then came the griffins, swooping in.

The four sides of the cliff.

One by one, hideous monsters climbed up.

Not long after.

A horde of all sorts of monsters crammed this place together.

The man whose chest had been pierced opened his eyes.

The frost dragon that had been circling in the sky finally came roaring down.

On the field, the adventurer team was caught off guard.

They faced the approaching monsters with tension, even fear.

The only one who could be considered calm was Captain Yun, who had just drawn his dark blue longsword.

wrong.

And Xiao Yang.

He was watching everything happening on the field with great interest.

(End of this chapter)