Our birth must be due to some unknown conspiracy.

Irene spoke these words seriously and solemnly, then looked up at Gong Qiying.

Gong Qiying's expression didn't change; seeing her gaze, he met her eyes.

The two looked at each other for a moment. Irene finally couldn't help but say:

"You don't even look a bit surprised?"

"Surprised?" Gong Qiying blinked. "What's there to be surprised about in such a reasonable matter?"

"... You're right."

Irene's corner of the eye twitched slightly, suddenly feeling like her tone might have been too forceful just now.

Even though such things are indeed reasonable, it's hard to believe that a sealed item escaped from the Dungeon, only to be transformed into a human by a mysterious magician without deeper implications. No one would believe such an action was done out of mere curiosity.

However, when revealing such a significant and secret truth that she thought to be quite serious, the lack of shock or astonishment from those around was disheartening.

"Honestly, it's quite disappointing..."

She muttered a soft complaint to herself, and when looking at Gong Qiying again, her gaze changed. No longer seeing him as an amusement-loving Dungeon Lord, but rather viewing him as a mastermind potentially even more influential than the magician who transformed the sealed item.

This level of old monster, perhaps even his becoming City Lord, was part of the plan.

"You can ask whatever you want, I'll answer," she shrank back a little bit further from Gong Qiying, "but what I know might not be as much as you."

"Not at all; I definitely know less."

To her, Gong Qiying's honest reply sounded purely humble, overly modest even.

Irene resisted the urge to roll her eyes; at that moment, she heard him say:

"I'd like to know, which side do you think you're on?"

"Isn't it obvious? Where I live, of course, that's my side."

She replied without any hesitation, but after speaking, she seemed to recall something and paused:

"But now, indeed, there are young people who think they should side with the Demon Clan. Those immature brats... Do they think their demon blood is some kind of fashion trend?"

Her tone revealed some distress.

"But those bastards are only a few; overall, we all consider ourselves human!"

She emphasized loudly.

Gong Qiying nodded, wanting to reiterate that he was not from the Asta Alliance and wouldn't report to them. She needn't be so tense.

"In that case, I have a few more things I'd like to ask."

After some conversation, he finally understood the bizarre relationship between the White Blood Dungeon and those transformed sealed items.

"Those transformed sealed items know their identities, yet they do not oppose the White Blood Dungeon. On the contrary, they see the White Blood Dungeon, which constantly attracts them, as a sacred entity worthy of worship. Plus, since I became City Lord, I've been subtly guiding them. Now they believe they rightfully belong here; this is their promised land, where they won't fall victim to hidden conspiracies."

"Attracting everyone to the White Blood Dungeon was genuinely for the broader human concern. Before me, Scameroon was plagued by terrifying vampire legends. Every night, bloodthirsty monsters attacked the citizens, it was I who stopped all this. Now, the Blood Clan in Scameroon has become mere urban legends."

When discussing this, Irene's tone carried undeniable pride.

However, everything has its pros and cons.

"My comrades' personalities are somewhat twisted compared to normal people, or perhaps more accurately, they're reclusive."

"They behave like normal people when idle, enjoy the current way of life and are happy to interact with strangers. But a few days each month, they... become irritable, feeling distinct from humans and wanting to vent."

"At such times, to prevent the Dungeon from spiraling into chaos, I must make the White Blood Dungeon dangerous, using the monsters in my control to madly attack humans, causing massacre scenarios. This calms everyone down."

"After all, they worship the White Blood Dungeon; my actions in their eyes equate to letting out their frustration."

This is why the White Blood Dungeon often experiences dangerous days.

It's not that this Dungeon hates humans or its personality is erratic, but for nearly unimaginable reasons from the outside world, it's actually to maintain stability!

"But why do they become irritable?" Gong Qiying couldn't help asking.

Was it because Younka's mentor's experiment left personality flaws in the sealed items? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Or perhaps this group of sealed items aren't that docile, still contemplating going out for mindless killing?

At that moment, Gong Qiying thought of countless possibilities, beginning to assess the safety of these rare creatures.

"It's because those days are payday."

Irene earnestly replied:

"Some despicable bosses will deduct people's salary, which makes everyone really angry."