Dungeon Designer: Bringing Smiles to the World!

As a semi-official squad, the SilverAsh Squad's combat power is formidable even among Silver-tier squads, mainly due to their personnel configuration.

Dylan, a high-ranking mage, is a human with silver-rimmed glasses and a rather irritating expression. He is just one step away from becoming a higher-ranking arcane mage and is a genius boy in the Kingdom Academy.

Lia, a high-ranking archer, is a blonde, blue-eyed elf girl. Her innate elven talent allows her to hit her target perfectly among the handsome men and beautiful women living in the forest.

High Priest, Horn, a middle-aged man with a stubble beard, was a former priest of the Healing Church. The Healing Church was responsible for casting the [Resurrection] spell on adventurers, at least in Leman City.

A high-ranking assassin, Aisso is a half-human, half-dark elf. Her inherited dark elf talent gives her an innate affinity with shadows. Although she is clearly a girl, she has given herself a more masculine name, and even her teammates are unaware of her past.

The low-tier Ironheart, Galahad, possesses some giant blood, making him much taller than an ordinary human, nearly three meters tall. Coupled with his explosive muscles, just standing there gives people a sense of security. When he uses his shield to smash monsters, his damage output is probably no less than that of a berserker.

There were five people in total, a standard configuration. The number of people was not large, but each of them was an elite force.

Thanks to Captain Galadon's calm and collected command style, the SilverAsh Squad has conquered many level 2 dungeons. While they may not be household names in Leman City, they are at least somewhat famous among adventurers.

This is also a major reason why the Adventurers' Guild incorporated them into a semi-official team.

"Go in."

Glancing at the resurrection glow of the previous team, Garadon gripped his greatsword and stepped through the entrance gate of the Dorne Dungeon.

The other four people in the group followed.

"Rumble..."

The gate closed again.

A deep, downward tunnel, accompanied by eerie howls, came into view.

"Based on the intelligence provided by the association, but just to be on the safe side, Dylan." Galadon looked at the mage in the team.

"understood."

Dylan raised his staff, chanted a spell, and cast the 4th-circle spell [Arcane Eye].

An invisible magical eye appeared behind him, watching over everything around him and sharing the entire surrounding view with the caster.

"Safety."

"Let's move forward."

Galadon led the charge, with archer Lyra on the flanks and assassin Aesop at the rear.

The most vulnerable mage, Dylan, and the priest, Horn, were sandwiched in the middle and were under strict protection.

The formation is simple, but it has been practiced extensively and is close to perfect.

As long as Galadon stands, the mage Dylan and the archer Lia behind him can unleash endless damage.

However, things took an unexpected turn.

Just like the [Ember Squad] entering the [Taifa Dungeon].

Before the five members of the Silver-Gray Squad had gone far, the gray mist swept in again, enveloping them in a few breaths.

Was the intelligence incorrect?

Just as doubt and wariness began to surface in his mind, Dylan shook his head: "The fog itself is harmless, and there are no monsters around."

"What's going on? Are they deliberately trying to scare us?" The elf Lia was a little curious. Although she was an elf with a long lifespan and a silver-level adventurer, she hadn't been an adventurer for very long.

"Who knows?" Dylan shrugged. "Don't try to understand what's happening in the underground city with normal human thinking. After all, the way those city lords from the underground think is different from ours."

"Alright, enough chit-chat, let's move on..."

Just as Captain Galadon was about to give the order to advance, the surrounding gray mist shifted again, and an aged voice rang out.

"Yes, indeed..."

Ashes filled the sky, and a ruin that had been dilapidated for countless millennia came into view of the five people, while at the edge of the horizon, a magnificent royal city stood tall.

"That is Lothric, the homeland of the Lords who passed on the Flame, and the place where wanderers converge."

Therefore, the pilgrims all headed north and learned the meaning of the prophecy…

On the sandy ground, the emaciated and hunched pilgrims, their backs bound by chains to gray-white tortoise shells, struggled forward, eventually collapsing from exhaustion before the royal city.

"The fire has died down, but the king is nowhere to be seen..."

A world that seems to have reached the end of its road is about to begin.

What did I do here? Is this still an underground city?

The five of them exchanged glances, each seeing the bewildered look on the other's face.

But regardless of how they feel, the sound and images continue.

The scene flashes, and a church that also appears to have been abandoned for a long time appears.

"When the flame of inheritance is extinguished, the bells will ring out all around, thus awakening the ancient Lords of Cinder in their coffins."

"Clang... clang... clang..."

An ancient bell tolls, the camera slowly pans down, and a coffin appears before everyone's eyes, as if something might jump out of it at any moment.

The screen went dark for a moment, then lit up again.

This time, an even larger coffin appeared, seemingly prepared for a giant, exuding a deep and evil aura.

Between breaths, a strange wriggling sound reached their ears.

"Eldridge, the Profound Saint."

But the thing that crawled out of the coffin clearly did not fit the title of "saint".

A clump.

No, it was a huge lump of black mud that wriggled and crawled out of the coffin, with sparks appearing on its pitch-black body.

"Blasphemy! This is blasphemy! How could such a monster possibly have the title of saint?!"

High Priest Horn in the group looked furious. Although he was no longer a priest of the Healing Church, the scene before him was a complete blasphemy against God!

While cursing, Horn cast a [Purification] spell, but naturally it had no effect.

"Calm down, this is an underground city." Galahad pressed his large hand on Horn's shoulder and ordered, "Ignore these tricks, let's move on."

Yes, tricks. These are all just tricks designed by the dungeon lord!

With this thought in mind, the group continued their journey through the gray fog.

But the images and sounds still haunt me.

"The Watchers of the Abyss, the Farron Immortals."

Five warriors, dressed in stylish leather jackets and capes and wielding greatswords, stood up.

Immediately afterwards, from an even larger coffin, a giant wearing a crown, wielding a large sword, and exuding an extremely imposing aura slowly rose.

"Yom the Giant, the Lone King of the City of Sin."

With a long howl, flames scorched the giant's body.

The scene changes again; in the abandoned sacrificial site, a pair of hands puts blindfolds on themselves.

"However, the kings will surely abandon their thrones, and the ashes of the flameless will come in droves."

Beside the campfire where a spiral sword was stuck, a figure dragged a frail old man with a broken leg slowly past, finally kneeling on one knee with the sword in his hand, as if he were praying.

"That is a nameless, unearthable, and cursed immortal."

But that's why the ashes crave the embers so much...

The surrounding gray fog dissipated, and everything returned to calm.