From this, it's clear that Irene has a very clear understanding of her own strength.

Gong Qiying pulled out the letters Red Teeth had written before, which recorded some information about the White Blood Dungeon.

White Blood Dungeon, a dungeon known for its vampiric creatures and erratic violent nature.

Its main feature is a group of bat demons that absorb blood to suck away diseases. This magical creature attracts many patients seeking miracles from the outside world, and because the blood therapy lasts at least a month, this feature also attracts a regular customer base, as there are always people who enjoy coming here for "blood therapy."

It seems like a peaceful way to make a living, but White Blood Dungeon's impression within the adventurer community is like a child's moody temperament.

Sometimes, the monsters inside White Blood Dungeon become extremely violent and bloodthirsty, and the design of various traps is terrifying, making it impossible for entrants to survive. It is said that shortly after the Sain Dungeon mutation, the trap designs in this dungeon became even scarier.

But sometimes, the inside of White Blood Dungeon is frighteningly peaceful, as if it has switched to friendly mode. It's not that you can casually walk around and pick up treasures, but at least the probability of obtaining various rare items has greatly increased, and the monsters aren't as violent.

Because this "personality change" has no pattern, adventurers find this dungeon quite bothersome.

Additionally, because most of the monsters inside White Blood Dungeon are related to "blood," it is revered as a Holy City by a group of Church members who worship the so-called Blood God. It is said that this Church organizes regular sacrificial ceremonies to please the soul of the White Blood Dungeon.

The specific manifestation seems to be that they go there to commit collective suicide, of course, they never forget to bring their Teleportation Crystals.

Another interesting thing is that White Blood Dungeon, like the Val Underworld, is a "Life-type dungeon," housing many people living inside. It's said that races rarely seen in the surface world, such as "Vampires," reside there.

Gong Qiying read it again, his brows gradually furrowing.

Just reading this information and then thinking about how Irene has fallen into the point of borrowing spiritual power from him, there's something suspicious about it all.

"Instead of speculating here, it's better to contact the other party directly."

He remembered the advice from Flame Fire, the lord of Blast Flame Underground City, during communication with Irene, the most effective method is—

"Directly smash the spiritual power on her face."

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White Blood Dungeon, the Lord's room.

This is a grandly decorated and cute villa, reminiscent of some Lord's family's womenfolk residences, with an area much larger than Gong Qiying's small room.

But despite being such a good room, not a ray of sunlight shines through; the room's entire lighting relies on some bizarre glowing small objects, and there's an omnipresent gloomy aura of the homeowner never leaving home.

If any "normie" appeared here, the room's owner might be crushed to explosion by the positive energy on them.

"Gooooo..."

A whimpering sound not quite human emitted from a corner of the room. Could there be a ferocious beast raised here?

On closer inspection, in the dark corner of the room, is a large, black thing curled up like a slime!

Is it an extreme giantization slime? No, it's just the dungeon lord wrapped in a black cloak underneath the dungeon.

"Goo, hateful humans..."

The cloak lifted a little, revealing a pair of eyes glimmering with blood light, particularly striking in the dim room. These are the eyes of a vampire creature, predatory eyes to any creature with flowing blood!

However, these eyes now lack vitality, not inciting any fear.

In the next second, this thing that looks like a slime but is actually Irene's device rolled to the bedside with a "boom," hitting the bedpost before stopping.

From inside the cloak came a sound of a painful groan, but immediately a super loud roar echoed throughout the Lord's room.

"All of my spiritual power has been swindled by those hateful humans, damn it!!!"

The entire White Blood Dungeon seemed to feel the owner's anger, and the operating monsters paused before their eyes turned red, becoming more violent.

However, even when these monsters became violent, it wasn't a big deal because most of them had no targets to fight against.

There are hardly any adventurers wandering in White Blood Dungeon.

Irene sighed deeply, wrapping herself tighter in the cloak.

She began to reflect on how she had fallen to this point and why she went bankrupt.

"I hate humans."

Because of her hatred for humans, when she was in a bad mood, White Blood Dungeon would become an extremely violent demon cave, devouring many adventurers who come to explore.

Because of her hatred for humans, Irene seriously learned various dungeon design methods, humbly seeking advice from seasoned lords to constantly improve her dungeon designs, just to give adventurers the most unparalleled terrifying experience.

Because of her hatred for humans, she liked seeing humans scream in horror due to White Blood Dungeon, a sight that makes the corners of her mouth uncontrollably curl up, a pleasant feeling that doesn't fade away.

Thinking of these things, the corners of Irene's mouth quirked up as if recalling her glorious past; the current difficulties were nothing major.

However, a seemingly illusory voice echoed in her ears.

"This White Blood Dungeon doesn't feel as scary as the rumors, it's kind of easy..."

This voice purely emerged from her memory but, at the moment it was recalled, it pressed down on the corners of her mouth.

"Sain Dungeon! Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

The White Blood Dungeon she meticulously designed should always be the existence that made adventurers wail and dread when heard!

Until one day, a group of adventurers clearly from the outside said such disdainful words to her White Blood Dungeon!

Irene could never forget the bizarre appearances of those adventurers.

Someone wore a black rag-like hood to hide their face, someone draped roughly polished giant stones as armor, someone wore a helmet like a white toad.....

This group received the highest level of treatment in White Blood Dungeon, with violent monsters surging towards them en masse, and underworld traps densely laid across the path.

Then, they cleared it.

Before leaving, they repeated that phrase.

"This White Blood Dungeon is kind of easy."

Later, Irene found out that the equipment they wore, the weapons they wielded, the combat skills and magic they used, even their insights into dungeon trap designs, all originated from her peer—the Sain Dungeon.

Words couldn't express the crushing sense of defeat Irene felt at that moment.

Since then, she doubled down on her studies, constantly increasing the difficulty of the White Blood Dungeon, step by step perfecting her little world, making countless efforts that moved her.

And the results of these efforts were naturally enjoyed by Scameroon's adventurers, further spreading White Blood Dungeon's infamous reputation.

To satisfy her bloodthirsty desires, Irene would occasionally send monsters into a frenzy.

And after each frenzy, like making a compensatory gesture to adventurers, she would offer lots of items and treasures.

Although her spiritual power was tight, giving away better items and treasures made things even more strained, it didn't matter because those Blood God believers would soon come in to commit suicide and cover her deficit. It had been like that for years, she trusted those believers despite her dungeon having no connection to the Blood God.

But this time, she failed.

Right after the recent rewards ended, the Blood God believers didn't show up.

Not only did the Blood God believers not come in, even some of the regular residents in White Blood Dungeon who would leave to restock supplies and then return, didn't come back this time.

The fragile balance she relied on suddenly collapsed.

And she had no idea why.

"Why aren't you all coming back!"

Just when Irene was losing her temper, the City Lord Panel flashed.