Dungeon Designer: Bringing Smiles to the World!

"The fire is about to go out..."

The half-dark elf assassin, Aisso, in the team silently repeated these words to himself.

Besides being a member of the Silver Grey Squad, she also has another identity: a member of a small intelligence organization in Leman City.

Just yesterday, everyone in this organization received a commission to gather all information about the "Age of Fire".

The rewards for commissioning are naturally extremely generous, enough to tempt even silver-level adventurers.

And right now, the scene that just appeared out of nowhere and the narrator's words "the fire is about to go out, but the king's shadow is nowhere to be seen" might be related to the "Age of Fire".

Have you heard of those names we just heard?

Having lived in the forest for hundreds of years, the elf girl Lia is full of curiosity about everything in the outside world.

In fact, it's not just her; most elves who leave the forest for training at a certain age are like this.

"The Profound Saint, the Watcher of the Abyss, the Lone King of the City of Sin... These are titles, right? They sound so cool."

"That lump of mud wasn't some saint!" Priest Horn declared vehemently. "No church would bestow the title of saint upon such a monster!"

"It's just an illusion trick by the dungeon lord; he didn't even bother to make it more realistic," the mage Dylan scoffed, explaining.

"First of all, any powerful person with a title, unless they are the ones who recently appeared underground, will definitely leave a record. But I've never heard of those three before; they're just made up."

Dylan was very confident in his knowledge in this area because one of his biggest dreams was to have his own title and become a powerful figure remembered by history.

Listening to the discussion among the team members (mainly Lia and Dylan), Captain Galadon reminded them in a deep voice: "This is a dungeon."

The captain didn't say much, but everyone else quieted down and started to move on.

Before long, they left the empty tunnel and entered the first level of the Dorne Dungeon—Irithyll Underground Prison.

"According to the information provided by the association, there are four main types of monsters on this floor."

A living corpse that usually lies on the ground pretending to be dead, but can spray bloodthirsty maggots from its wounds when attacked.

A licker that hides in various blind spots and launches sneak attacks with its claws and tongue at extremely high speed.

A Chaos Devourer that hides beneath a floor prone to collapse, swallowing fallen adventurers whole and grinding them to dust with its sharp teeth.

And they move in packs in highly toxic swamps, coupled with packs of rotting dogs that are extremely difficult to deal with in the terrain.

Although he has a personality that makes him prone to mocking others, he is also easily beaten to death.

But as an adventurer, Dylan is clearly qualified; even when facing a level 1 dungeon, he will know all the dangers in advance.

"These are all monsters I've never seen before. Did the adventurers give them these names?" Lia asked curiously.

"No." Dylan shook his head. "According to the adventurers before us, these names were all discovered in the dungeon, suggesting that it had been explored much earlier. But the strange thing is, there's absolutely no trace of those people ever existing..."

The half-blood assassin, Axel, nodded, confirming this statement.

The underground city before us, which has undergone changes and is most likely under a new lord, seems to be shrouded in mystery.

Looking out into the deep darkness of the prison, where only a few scattered torches provided faint light.

Galadon said in a deep voice:

"Let's begin."

……

Deep within the dungeon, Rogue was comfortably lounging on a sofa crafted from negative energy.

A sofa suits him better than a cold, hard throne.

Looking up at the SilverAsh Squad on the monitor, Rogue muttered to himself, "All Silver-ranked. Some formidable guys have arrived."

He could see the silver badges worn by the men, which represented Silver-rank adventurers.

"I look forward to your performance."

Out of respect, Roggle slightly rearranged the monsters in the underground prison area.

Sigh, micro-management...

……

"After knowing their weaknesses, these monsters are very weak. I don't know how those adventurers died here."

Dylan casually unleashed a magic spell, a fire arrow, and the living corpse that had been feigning death howled in agony in the flames, burning to ashes along with the maggots inside its body.

"As you said yourself, these monsters are only weak when their weaknesses are known."

As Galadon spoke, he swung his great shield, smashing a lurking Licker into a bloody pulp.

"Those adventurers ahead are our source of information."

Dylan neither confirmed nor denied this.

All around, Leah's swift arrows pierced through the heads of Lickers, pinning them firmly to the wall.

Aisso plays a hunting game with the Lickers in the shadows, but unfortunately, the former always comes out on top.

Horn's prayer kept everyone energized.

Before long, they had made their way to the middle of the first level of the prison.

As the group ventured deeper, the prison's terrain became increasingly complex, with more and more forks in the road requiring them to choose between left and right.

This is definitely among the best dungeons that the SilverAsh Squad has ever seen.

Fortunately, the team skillfully left markers after each step forward.

Because things were going well, the atmosphere in the team wasn't too tense.

"The treasures produced here are quite useful."

Lia kept tossing a Warm Stone she had just picked up; any adventurer could see the value of this item.

Hot Stone

The relic stone from which the prayer of restoration was performed can consume a small amount of the user's energy, radiating warmth to heal the wounds of nearby life.

Legend has it that in the past, the golden tree was like a warm sun, slowly healing everyone.

"Golden Tree, another unfamiliar term..." Dylan silently memorized the prop's description.

"And this too."

Captain Garadon sprinkled a packet of Repair Powder onto his battle-hardened shield.

Instantly, time on the shield seemed to be flowing backward, and in no time, the shield became as good as new.

【Repair light powder

Metal powder imbued with a trace of magic can repair weapons and armor, but completely damaged weapons cannot be repaired.

The magicians of Ulasil discovered that light is time.

A slight smile appeared on Galadon's usually serious face.

As a shieldbearer, Galahad's shield is made of special materials and has extremely high defensive capabilities.

However, the downside is that once it is damaged, it is very difficult to repair. You have to find one of the few dwarven blacksmiths in Leman City to fix it, and the repair cost is naturally exorbitant.

The item called "Repair Powder" can perfectly solve this problem.

"Dylan, have you seen these items before..." The elf girl Lia was about to ask the most knowledgeable mage in the team, but she saw him standing there, muttering something to himself.

"Light is time, light is time..."