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"Fine, I'll let you all go, but you'd better write down as much dirt on Bimisa as possible."

"No problem, go ahead and tell me, while there's still ink in my pen."

Then a story that would make all the followers of Yaro blush would unfold before Norn.

Meren recounted Bimissa's scandalous affairs in vivid detail, though it's unclear how much of it was fabricated; most of it consisted of erotic gossip and excrement.

If anyone dared to say these things to Dante, even ten thousand lives wouldn't be enough to kill him.

Arno couldn't understand any of this. Hungry, it tore off pieces of flesh from the ground and put them in its mouth to fill its stomach. But Moron didn't stop it; he was completely absorbed in the pleasure of telling stories to people.

Norn had completely changed his opinion of Sharred. He had thought Sharred was just a simple spoiled brat who couldn't be relied on at all when things got tough.

In reality, he was not only intelligent, but his character was also far superior to that of Uru and the others.

His decision to have Meuron recount the past was clearly not just to satisfy his own thirst for knowledge, but also largely because he had identified Meuron's true need: to confide in someone.

While Moron was talking, Sharred would ask about details at just the right time, and he would laugh along when Moron made something funny, providing plenty of emotional value.

Norn thought that if Shared were a bit better looking, he would definitely be a top-tier host in Japan.

After what seemed like an eternity, Arno was burping from eating so much that Morren finally stopped.

Shared filled a notebook to the brim. Although it wasn't a good thing to record so much anecdotal history in his academic notes, he still pretended to be quite engrossed.

"Hehe, that sounds really good! You absolutely have to publish this! I can't help but laugh just thinking about those believers seeing this stuff."

"That's for sure. As a scholar, it's my duty to publish the true history to the world, so please keep your promise." Shared stuffed the notebook back into his clothes.

Another section of the flesh suddenly split open, forming a hole.

"This is a different exit from theirs, and you probably don't want to run into them either, even though they might already be far away by now."

"Thank you." Shared bowed to Morren. "Homanano, let's go."

As the three walked away into the tunnel, the entrance slammed shut.

The surrounding tunnels gradually transformed from fleshy walls into rock, allowing Norn and his companions to escape Morren's control.

Sharred took out his notebook and tore out the things that Moron had made him memorize.

"Don't you believe him?" Norn asked.

"He's an evil god, so it's normal for him to say things that smear the Holy Emperor. I won't easily believe these historical accounts until I've gathered enough evidence." Shared regained his composure.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Felix pulled out a guide to the Howling Dungeon and flipped directly to the last page.

The record of the ninth level is only two pages long, one of which was contributed by Sharred during his last expedition.

The location for leaving the ninth floor passage is written above.

The cave that previously connected to the abyss pool was a one-way passage and could not send them back to the upper level.

In a forest on the ninth floor stands a giant tree that pierces the misty dome of the underground city, and one of its hollows is the exit from the ninth floor.

The giant tree wasn't hard to find; its enormous form, connecting heaven and earth, could be seen from anywhere on the ninth floor.

After exiting the tenth floor, they quickly entered the forest.

Since there was wood everywhere around, Felix suggested that they rest here and cook something to eat, so that they could save some of the magic power needed to grow saplings.

Uru found a rock to sit on and handed over the task of starting a fire and cooking to his two "subordinates".

"I'll set up the pot, Koroya, you go find the firewood." Mur quickly took over the task, taking the backpack containing food and cooking utensils from Koroya.

Koroya was responsible for carrying all three backpacks along the way. It's a pity that a gold-level character, who was once sought after by major adventure teams, can only do such menial work.

But there was nothing I could do; my skills were the worst among this group.

I thought I could earn a few dozen gold coins from this S-rank mission, buy a house, and then retire to live a leisurely life with Daisy.

Daisy would probably be disappointed if she saw herself like this.

Koroya put down his backpack, and Uru pulled out a short dagger from his waist and threw it to him.

"My knife is dull, you'll have to make do with it."

Koroya nodded, picked up the dagger, turned and disappeared into the bushes.

The forest was exceptionally clean, with few dead leaves and branches on the ground. We walked for a long time but couldn't find any wood that could be burned.

There was no other way but to cut it myself.

He found a tree, aimed at a lower branch, and chopped it down with his knife.

The feedback from the blade startled Koroya.

This isn't the hardness normal wood should have. Even if the knife is dull, I shouldn't be able to cut through it in one go.

What's even stranger is the feeling when you chop it down. It doesn't feel like you're chopping down a tree; it feels more like you're chopping down a rib!

"That's not a tree!"

Koroya tried hard to pull out the dagger, but the blade seemed to be held in place.

The cracked bark made an unpleasant sound, and the bark of the entire trunk began to move, with an eye formed from the cracks staring straight at him.

Koroya simply ignored the dagger and turned to run away.

"Monsters! These trees are monsters!"

When he ran back to the camp, he found that Uru and the others were already surrounded by the tree people.

Uru charged at a tree-man with all his might, arching his right arm and slamming it hard against the tree trunk with his iron elbow guard.

Large sections of blood-stained bark were smashed off, revealing the trunk underneath, a mixture of flesh and bone.

Uru continued to attack the wound, smashing the entire tree in half.

This attack awakened the other treants in the vicinity, and the seemingly ordinary trees suddenly came to life, moving closer to Uru.

"Felix! Use magic! I can't handle so many!" Uru shouted.

Felix took out his wand and began to conjure fire magic.

A blazing red magic circle appeared, aimed at the treants in the direction of the giant tree. The next second, a fire dragon shot out, burning a gap in the encirclement of the treants in that direction.

The tree-man, which was on fire, fled in agony. Once the outer bark was burned away, the flesh inside could no longer be burned.

The dark red fleshy trees calmed down and began to attack the invaders again.

Oh no, their target has changed. Mur watched in despair as several tree-men surrounded him, then brushed past him and walked toward Felix.

"These tree-men only attack people who damage trees!" Koroya was the first to notice and shouted a warning.

Uru stopped his hand, which was about to strike the tree spirit, and after verifying that the tree spirit would indeed not attack him, he immediately made a judgment:

"Koroya, Mur! Grab your backpacks and let's run!"

The three seemed to have a telepathic connection, as if they had planned it all along, and immediately abandoned Felix, rushing towards the giant tree.