Dungeon Designer: Bringing Smiles to the World!

"Miss, there are only 33 master-level adventurers in the entire world. You'd better lower your expectations."

His voice was cool and calm, but his tone still revealed concern.

"Ugh, River, could you please not be so scary next time?" Grace complained to her follower who had been with her the whole time except when they entered the dungeon.

River, a human.

The profession is a high-level shadow assassin, skilled in all techniques related to assassination, including but not limited to poison preparation, disguise, close combat, and so on...

However, his greatest skill is undoubtedly his perfect lurking in the shadows.

Ever since Grace ran away from home and left the Ashford family's castle estate on the border of the kingdom, River has been lurking in Grace's shadow, secretly protecting her safety.

Otherwise, how could a low-ranking priest possibly travel such a long distance to reach Leman City?

Even on the surface dominated by the Order faction, it is not entirely peaceful; there are still plenty of bandits and robbers.

"Understood." Rivera nodded, then shifted the topic to Grace.

"Miss, now that you've explored the dungeon once, perhaps it's time for you to return. Madam is very worried about you."

"I'm not going back!" Grace defiantly buried her head in the blankets. "I won't go back until I become a master adventurer!"

"..."

Rivers couldn't bear to shatter her young mistress's fantasy. She knew very well what terrifying monsters those 33 master-level adventurers were, and she didn't think Grace could reach that level.

After a moment of silence, Grace peeked out and whispered:

"Rive, you know what? My first time running away from home, my first time teaming up with someone to explore a dungeon, my first time dying and being resurrected... I was really happy during that time, and I want it to continue like this..."

Rivers didn't speak, but listened quietly as Grace recounted her exploration experiences in the Dorne Dungeon.

As the sun set and drowsiness crept in, Grace took Rivers' hand before falling asleep.

"Rive, will you join my adventure team for life?"

Grace's eyes shone with hope.

Rivers had been Grace's attendant since she was 10 years old; their relationship was more like sisters than mistress and servant.

"Don't worry, Miss." A gentle smile appeared on River's icy face. "I will always be with you."

"Then it's settled! I'll introduce you to Miss Alyssa and Mr. Joel tomorrow! With Rivers on the team, we're sure to clear the Dorne Dungeon!"

Satisfied, Grace closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

River, who was by the bed, did not immediately disappear into the shadows, but instead looked out the window.

As the sun completely disappeared below the horizon, night fell.

However, as a city of adventurers, Leman City was still brightly lit, as if adventurers with inexhaustible energy were drinking heartily in the taverns and talking at length about their experiences during the day.

The vast majority of nobles despised this lifestyle, which they considered vulgar.

But Grace, who had lived in the Earl's castle estate since birth, longed for this kind of unrestrained and free life.

"An adventurer's party, I really miss it..." River murmured softly, "[Dorn Dungeon], let's go and meet them there."

It is the duty of a servant to eliminate all dangers for the young lady, even in the dungeon.

……

Inside the Dorne Dungeon, the muscular berserker who had previously traded information with Elisa and the other two was now furiously swinging his giant axe, smashing the rotting wild dogs surrounding him into a bloody pulp.

Beside him, the swordsmen and shield bearers in the group were also fighting fiercely, buying time for the mid-level mage behind him to cast a wide-range attack spell.

"Alright! Get out of the way!"

A surge of powerful magic converged at the tip of the staff, forming an arc of light large enough to illuminate the entire pool of poison.

3rd Ring Spell - Lightning Bolt!

A violent burst of lightning shot out, heading straight for the center of the poison pool, before exploding amidst the pack of rotting wild dogs.

This single blow instantly killed nearly twenty rotting wild dogs.

In addition, the damp environment, created by the other first-level spell cast by the mage earlier—[Water Creation]—further facilitated the spread of lightning.

Almost all the rotting wild dogs in the poison pool were paralyzed.

The berserkers, swordsmen, and shield bearers immediately swarmed forward and wiped out all the corrupt wild dogs.

"Huff, huff..." The berserker, having broken free from his berserk state, slammed his giant axe into the ground with one hand, panting heavily.

Just now, a full fifty or sixty rotting wild dogs attacked their team of five. If it weren't for the fact that the mid-level mage in the team happened to know a large-area damage spell like [Lightning Bolt], the entire team would probably have been wiped out.

"Damn it, the information that magician sold us was fake?" the swordsman in the team said through gritted teeth. His entire right arm had been bitten to rotten flesh by the rotting wild dogs, exposing the bare white bones. He couldn't even hold his sword now.

The shield bearer, wielding a large shield, frowned and said, "Wasn't it said that there would be a bell that could summon a powerful knight at times like this?"

"Phew... Unless those three guys don't want to stay in Leman City anymore, they won't deliberately sell us false information."

The berserker, as the captain, suppressed his bloodlust: "They must have gotten incredibly lucky and just happened to run into a random event, or it could simply be the work of the dungeon's lord."

"Never mind that for now." The mid-level priest in the group interrupted their speculation, his tone slightly anxious: "Just like the intelligence said, the toxins from these wild dogs' bites cannot be cured or removed by prayer."

"Even a level 1 Healing Mantra won't work," the mage added.

In this world, the spells used by magicians and the prayers used by priests have many similarities, but they are not entirely the same.

Overall, prayer is more of a supportive and functional practice.

Spells are more focused on damage and control, while healing methods are limited to only a handful of spells.

"Cough cough."

The berserker captain coughed up several mouthfuls of blood; he had the most wounds, and the crimson putrefaction within them was naturally the deepest.

But his gaze remained resolute: "Then let's conquer this underground city before we're poisoned to death!"

……

Dorne Dungeon

Rating: 1

Negative energy reserves: 861

Daily energy expenditure: 12

Number of adventurers entering today: 52

Number of adventurers entering this month: 52

Adventurer completion rate: 0%

Dungeon Treasures: Special Item - Summoning Bell (Lost Knight), Learning Spell Scroll - Meteor Shower, Buff Amulet - Spell Orb, Wearable Equipment - Fighting Sword, Mineral Resource - Brightstone Mine (Small)...

Comment: Your dungeons have given many adventurers a hard time! Keep it up!

"What a fruitful day!" Deep in the Dorne dungeon, Rogue looked at his haul and smiled.