The Blood Demons, having successfully changed their stance, paid countless prices to integrate into human society as they have now. In fact, the integration went so well that they learned things they didn't need to, such as honestly walking the straight path and working for a living, leading to news of Blood Demons being exploited by unscrupulous bosses.

This may seem quite pitiful, but it's rare to have some hard work and suffering guarantee a stable life.

Not many years have passed since being hunted by the whole society, and they've always lacked security. To integrate into society, they would do anything.

The Blood Demons occasionally exhibit some erratic behavior similar to the Elves, but the difference is that the Elves engage in it for fun out of their own will, while the Blood Demons do it out of unfamiliarity with society and a desire for acceptance.

The new generation of Blood Demon offspring, both in appearance and cognition, already have no difference from proper humans, and their daily behavior has thus become normal.

Most who left the White Blood Dungeon are also of the younger generation; they have a more exploratory spirit towards external life.

"Still, I hope we can thoroughly become humans..." the Mage muttered to himself quietly.

So many years have passed, even the most intellectually challenged Blood Demon has successfully socialized, possessing the cognition of normal humans.

And he had some unsettling guesses about the nature of what they used to call home in the White Blood Dungeon. If his speculation is correct, then the White Blood Dungeon is not a sanctuary for them at all; rather, it should be the opposite.

"But entangling over these matters is contrary to a stable life."

The few Blood Demons who still remember the events back then unanimously agree not to delve into it; they just want to continue enjoying peaceful days inside the White Blood Dungeon, and their descendants don't have to ponder over such matters.

Living in ignorance like this is quite nice; they don't need to recognize kinship with the current Blood Clan and can live their peaceful lives separately.

The ancestors who didn't pass down the history between Blood Demons and the Dungeon probably thought the same, right?

"Hey, we're setting off, lots of commissions today!" The warrior's call came from not far away, and the Mage realized he'd been spacing out for quite a while. Smiling and shrugging, he picked up his Magic Wand and followed.

This team looked no different from the most common adventurers on the streets, perfectly integrated into this world.

"Where to next? No matter which map's matters, I'm completely clear on.", the Mage routinely inquired.

"You didn't check the commission content, did you? First, we need to go to the third level today, slay a few monsters there to collect materials, and then go..." The assassin blabbered on.

Earning a living through commissions released by the adventurer's guild has become a prevalent livelihood for many Blood Demons, thanks to their gradual withdrawal from regular jobs. The outbursts within the White Blood Dungeon have actually reduced.

They have become skilled workers at handling all White Blood Dungeon commissions, clearing all related tasks within the third level in just one hour.

"Ah, although commissions have become more and more handy, the price is that dungeon exploration has completely lost its freshness."

"I truly wish to clear my memory to rediscover the feeling of exploring the dungeon for the first time; back then, I was genuinely obsessed with it."

"How about I punch you to make you lose your memory?"

They casually chatted while walking towards the stairway leading to other levels. The White Blood Dungeon indeed had lost its freshness for those residing here; living here felt bland like an old couple.

Although this kind of life is good, for the young, it still lacks some passion. Likely in a few years, the warrior and assassin would run off to explore the vast world, unable to suppress their loneliness.

If only the White Blood Dungeon could open a new area, but the last new area appeared several years ago; the Mage knew his thoughts were merely wishful thinking.

But just when they were about to leave, the Mage suddenly raised his hand.

"Wait a minute, the bat swarm I summoned in the sky reported a new discovery."

His brows lifted in surprise, "What do you mean by a place that was once flat suddenly having an unfathomably deep pit?"

The three rushed to the spot indicated by the bat swarm and indeed found an enormous, pitch-black pit several hundred meters wide at the map's edge on this level, seemingly ready to pierce through the entire layer!

"Is this... a new mutation?" The warrior scratched his head, feeling that what's below seemed a bit intimidating?

While he and the assassin hesitated about this sudden change, the Mage showed unprecedented excitement, immediately lifting his Magic Wand and applying Flying Skill to everyone present, jumping with acceleration into the dark pit!

"The White Blood Dungeon has a new map again! My youth is back!"

His cry, "Wa!" grew more distant; it seemed he completely fell into the Abyss.

The warrior and assassin exchanged a glance and jumped in alongside with a resigned expression; they both had forgotten when the mage was this excited.

"What do you think is beneath here?" Feeling the roaring winds by his ears after jumping, the warrior couldn't help but ask.

"I don't believe it's a good place; such a huge pit, it could be a mass grave." The assassin clearly had no optimistic views on the scenery below; he had long lost any special sentiment towards his native Dungeon, feeling it paled in comparison to others.

He strongly desired to visit the currently popular Sain Dungeon; also the reportedly addictive Glory Dungeon mentioned in magazines, and the Cangyin Dungeon also seemed rather good. Aren't these better than White Blood Dungeon?

Just as he was contemplating this, a light appeared underfoot.

Wait, how are the words "underground" and "light" connected? He even smelled a refreshing air!

"What is below?"

In the next second, the two completely fell out of the pitch-black pit, the entire world instantly illuminated by warm light reminiscent of sunset!

The assassin and warrior instinctively closed their eyes.

The interior of White Blood Dungeon was perpetually dark; those who stayed within felt an imbalance in the day-night cycle. The sudden exposure to daylight made them unable to adapt.

Only when their bodies finally adjusted to the intense light did the two use their Flying Skill to stabilize in the air and hesitated before opening their eyes.

Before their eyes appeared a gigantic floating castle in the air!

The deepest part of the pale castle pierced the sky, with layers of roads in the same white tone surrounding the castle like a constellation, forming an endlessly complex architectural layout.

Just a glance caused an involuntary feeling of dizziness, evoking a sense of one's own insignificance before this immense structure. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

"Whoa..."

The warrior's eyes widened; what did he see? A spectacle!

How long since he saw such a peculiar and grand structure from within the White Blood Dungeon? The sudden appearance in an unexpected location had a doubly shocking effect!

This is the map Irene created modeled after the White Blood Church, calling it the White Blood Castle!

The Mage's exceedingly excited voice had already come from some unknown roadway; he seemed to be enjoying his time inside.

The warrior and assassin exchanged a glance, understanding the emotions in each other's eyes.

When did the White Blood Dungeon spring back up again? The architectural level doesn't feel like other maps anymore!

"Now, going at least a year without feeling bored!"