Before long, I will head to Scameroon to investigate what's really going on with Edgar at the Holy Light Church.

Finding Blood Magic, which can quickly enhance one's powers, before setting out is truly a stroke of luck.

Fanen gazed at the blood-filled dynasty, unable to resist muttering to himself:

"There must be more places hiding Blood Magic than just this one."

These days, it seems I'll be spending a lot of time in the Sain Dungeon, as finding more Blood Magic is the current priority.

Speaking of which, it feels like there's something else I need to do, but I can't quite recall it...

Oh right, it's the challenge bounty that Leon has set up recently, offering thousands of Gold Coins to find experts who can successfully conquer all the traps in Sain Ancient City and join his adventure team!

It's even circulating in the taverns that the so-called Painting World-like Sain Ancient City, once conquered, will trigger some kind of change in the Sain Dungeon, making the newly appeared area the latest hotspot. Even some teams originally heading to Scameroon have stayed behind because of it.

"Surely there won't be a chance for me to get involved; with so many people challenging it, it'll likely be cleared in the next few days."

Fanen shook his head regretfully. Honestly, he too wanted to see his name on the First Clear Stone Stele across the various zones of the Sain Dungeon.

But for the sake of the mission, better to focus all his attention on Blood Magic now.

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"This is never what I wanted."

"I never intended for my dungeon to offend Lord Patron."

"The two of us have sparked new creative inspirations together."

"And now you've rewarded me, rewarded every potential spark of inspiration."

"Anyway, let my inspiration and passion burn bright!"

"I will bring brand new dungeon design achievements for you!"

White Blood Dungeon, City Lord's room.

Irene held the micro-model of the White Blood Church in her hands, recording a video pledging loyalty to Gong Qiying, and spent half a day embellishing it with an Image Stone before sending it over to Sain Dungeon.

Since she had borrowed something friendly from him, naturally she had to show her loyalty—it's a basic principle for dealing with people!

"Hehehehe, now you're mine, and I'll take good care of you, slurp..."

After tossing over the Image Stone, she immediately circled the micro-model excitedly, with an expression that looked almost deranged.

But unfortunately, the only thing that could draw such expressions from her was the dungeon, so arresting wasn't an option.

"Though there are quite a few designs worthy of ridicule, somehow it feels like the positives overshadow all the negatives, giving me a sense at the bottom I've never had before. I must study this treasure thoroughly from beginning to end."

She began disassembling the micro-model, imprinting every detail firmly in her mind for analysis, swiftly examining the structure of the White Blood Church.

"This can still be designed like this, strange knowledge increasing."

"That trap idea is good, but how can you make adventurers obediently walk into it?"

"Ah, so this is how it's solved!"

The self-talk filled the City Lord's room.

Irene now has a short-term and long-term goal.

The short-term goal is to thoroughly research the White Blood Church, emulating its style to create a new map unique to her dungeon, using the novelty and playability to retain the leaving Vampires—no, the elegant Blood Clan—stopping them from venturing into the dangerous outside world.

As for the long-term goal—

"I have a dream."

I will leverage my research into the White Blood Church to grasp the entire Sain Dungeon's schemes and conduct a comprehensive, multi-layered transformation of my White Blood Dungeon, achieving 'blue outshines blue,' surpassing Sain Dungeon altogether!

Let the future White Blood Dungeon replace the current Sain Dungeon in the adventurers' mouths!

"Ghehehe, what a terrifyingly ambitious person I am."

Starting today, from this moment, let the White Blood Dungeon flourish!

A few days later, in the living layers of White Blood Dungeon—

"Another day of being crowded out by humans..."

A warrior-class adventurer, whose skin looked paler than an average person and ears and teeth slightly pointed, sighed irritably and said.

"What's there to do, we're the endangered species now," a Mage beside him sighed, sharing similar features but less noticeable unless closely inspected.

"I want to drink their blood." The surrounding atmosphere was eerie as an assassin lightly licked his dagger, the poison on the blade making his tongue hurt.

These three, without a doubt, were Irene's kin, being transformed sealed items into humans.

Even if they were still somewhat reluctant to integrate into human society, they wouldn't be foolish enough to use their scarce numbers to fight against the entire human world.

As for joining the Demon Clan? What are you thinking, who wants to go to the Western Continent where even birds don't poop? Isn't staying comfortably in human lands better!

So these ones who could be regarded as the Blood Clan now felt conflicted, ultimately accepting their circumstances and staying within human society without causing trouble.

"Not looking forward to adventuring at all, starting the day late, the contracts received were all troublesome assignments."

"Can't help it, we are all working as adventurers to avoid being exploited by a heartless boss, stop complaining, let's get moving already."

The warrior forced himself to pep up and encourage his teammates, but unfortunately, they didn't seem to be on board, grudgingly collecting their gear to head to other layers to fight Monsters.

Adventuring for survival, how is it different from clocking into work! Tears of blood trickled down the Blood Clan's faces!

"By the way, do you remember the old lady living next door? She's been gone for a week now without returning," the Mage Blood Clan suddenly said.

"I remember her, given her age, she shouldn't be interested in the outside world anymore, could something have happened to her?" The warrior Blood Clan said puzzled, "It seems I know three or four others who've gone out and haven't been seen since. Now that you mention it, makes me wonder where they went."

The assassin Blood Clan lowered his voice cryptically and said, "Let me tell you, I've gotten some exclusive news, all those who went out found good gigs outside, probably won't be coming back."

"What? Are they abandoning White Blood Dungeon?" The warrior asked in shock.

"How is it abandonment, it's more like finding better opportunities," the Mage countered, showing keen interest, "Tell me more, what are they doing."

"What would they be doing in Scameroon, joining the church of course."

The assassin said matter-of-factly, "And you'll never guess, they're joining the Holy Light Church!"

"What? They've gone mad!" This time, both warrior and Mage were taken aback.

"You don't understand, the Holy Light Church has come around, offering generous gifts to every new believer, also multi-faceted life assurances, joining is like entering paradise."

The assassin showed a longing expression, "Honestly, I'm tempted, but I just can't give up White Blood Dungeon."

The warrior and Mage exchanged glances, seeing struggle in each other's eyes.

At that moment, the assassin mused strangely out loud:

"But I heard there's some who didn't go to the Holy Light Church, instead chose some obscure little church, the church worships something..."

"Seems like an oddly colored flame?"