Deep in the Living

Chapter 750 The Primitive Dungeon
Looking at the keys and tickets in his hand, Roddy didn't rush to leave. Instead, he wanted to ask the shop assistant for some information.

After all, the other party should be considered as half the person in charge of the dungeon.

Why is the deepest part of the dungeon completely different from ordinary dungeon events, and even unrelated at all?

Ordinary dungeons are set against the backdrop of various literary works, providing information that can be referenced.

The deepest part of the dungeon remains completely unknown, and it is not based on any literary works.

The shop assistant exhaled a smoke ring, pursed his lips, and replied, "Because... the corner initially overestimated the level of this low-level world."

The earliest dungeons didn't produce any literary works.
It is this pure, unknown, crazy, and root-related dungeon structure that is why it is called a "dungeon".

The monsters that first arrive here will be thrown into the area and explore randomly.

You can return once certain special conditions are met, such as surviving for a certain number of hours or finding a special old artifact.

However, this design resulted in the deaths of a large number of monsters, including some very talented monsters who could have become leaders of organizations in the present day.

Due to design imbalances,
Although corners are inanimate objects, certain rules are set before they die. If the death rate caused by the selection mode far exceeds expectations, the difficulty will be reduced or the selection method will be changed directly.

As it became more integrated with the human world, this led to the subsequent "dungeon incident".

An independent event created based on human horror literature.

It will provide some event information and corresponding derivative rewards.
In practice, this method is more effective at promoting monster growth and has a better selection efficiency.

As for the earliest dungeons, they were left in the deepest part, used as the original sifting ground for seeking divinity.

Therefore, the deepest dungeon is also known as the "Primitive Dungeon."

Roddy immediately understood, "No wonder... I was wondering why this place was called a dungeon, even though it's a place mainly associated with various horror literature events."

So, where did the primordial dungeon come from? Was it the remains of a prison brought by a great being, or some special spatial region?

These questions made the shop assistant very impatient. "You are asking questions that touch upon the essence of the world. I have no right to answer them, nor can I answer them. You will not get any answers to any questions about the Primal Dungeon from me. You will have to explore it yourself."

Don't waste your time; your time is more valuable than mine.

"Thank you."

Roddy himself didn't expect to get any information from here; he just needed to know the true nature of the so-called dungeon.

He stepped into the elevator again. There was no button to go down, but there was a hole at the very bottom.

Roddy inserted the key he had just received and turned it gently.

click!
The elevator continued to descend.

The feeling given to Roddy was very different. It was no longer a simple downward movement in space, but also a downward movement in time... It was as if Roddy was traveling from the modern era to the ancient times, to the old era in which the essence of things existed.

He had experienced this feeling once before.

It was by using the pituitary gland of Jock to obtain the relics that one felt lying in the secret coffin room.

The elevator seemed to take some time to descend, so he used the opportunity to warm up. A good night's sleep last night, coupled with Mr. Rose's breakfast, meant Roddy was in top form.

After a simple stretching exercise, the elevator stopped.

"Is this the base of some small tower?"

The exterior of the elevator corresponds to an old tower, built of large, rough stones, with broken wooden boxes scattered around the walls.

Roddy tried to pull out the key to the elevator, only to find that the key was completely weathered, as if it had been there for thousands or tens of thousands of years.

Not only that, the energy food he brought from school also decomposed and dissipated.

When he looked up at the top, there was no longer the passageway he had passed through before the elevator, but the top of a tower hundreds of meters high.

It's not dark here right now; you can see the starry night outside through the windows on the tower's surface.

No noise, no danger.

Pushing open the wooden door at the base of the tower, a wide, open space overgrown with weeds appeared before us. This open space did not extend infinitely, but was completely surrounded and enclosed by a city wall over a hundred meters high.

Both the towers and the city walls have a medieval European feel, but their height is a bit unusual.

Too high, too big.

It's as if something is being deliberately sealed off.

Such a tall and magnificent city wall does not enclose a city, but only a special flat building, a dungeon.

The dungeon door was sealed with a grid-shaped metal gate, resembling the gaping maw of a monster covered in metal teeth. As Roddy's gaze pierced the darkness within the doorway, a faint noise reached his ears.

Clearly, that was the so-called "Primitive Dungeon," the place where Master Jiang lost his physical body and nearly died. It was also the place Luo Di needed to explore, the place where he needed to sever the source of his eyeballs.

Other than that,

Inside the city walls, there are many old wooden houses, and even some weapon racks lying on the ground, with various cold weapons long since rotted away.

"There must have been an army stationed here, specifically responsible for guarding this special dungeon to prevent anything inside from escaping, or perhaps for some other purpose."

Roddy strode quickly to the entrance of the only building.
My gaze was drawn to the parchment scroll pasted on the side of the door.

The writing on it is still faintly preserved, and its meaning can be roughly discerned:
Welcome to this [Primitive Dungeon], to all the jailers who have answered the call to come here.

Before entering the dungeon, you can go to the guardhouse here to get a free torch and some rations. If there are no guards here, please take them yourself.

I suppose you are ready to draw upon all that you have learned and all the courage you have accumulated over the years to explore the dungeon and seek out the most primal and insane fears, where the "proof" lies deep within those fears.

Hopefully, this entrance will be able to recruit qualified jailers.
Luo Di looked at the words above and was greatly shocked.

"Jailer recruitment? Does this mean that this selection mechanism already existed before the corner was even formed and before that hand fell into our world?"

That great being who manages the central prison is not responsible for all of this by one person alone.

He has a sound management system and many subordinates, among whom the most basic 'prison guard unit' needs to screen personnel in this way?
"Even someone of Master Jiang's stature only barely meets the requirements for a prison guard position?"

When Roddy discerned this vast difference in dimensionality from the text, he couldn't help but gasp. No wonder the lame man kept referring to this as a low-level world when he first arrived.

Following the instructions on the parchment, Roddy found the guard room in the embedded building on the right side of the prison. It was completely empty, and the fireplace had long since burned dry.

The traces of life here have long been erased by time.

A wooden treasure chest in the corner of the wall.

There were indeed torches inside, and the grease applied to the ends of the torches was the same as that in the dream—a special grease from the bodies of dungeon creatures that could provide a unique flame for illumination.

Other than that,

Inside the treasure chest were a set of medieval knight's armor, a fairly sharp sword, and a bag of dried bread.

The armor wasn't anything special; Roddy only took the bag of bread with him.

After confirming that there was nothing else, Roddy returned to the dungeon gate.

He knew very well that the flat building in front of him was just the outermost surface of the dungeon, a relatively safe area.

The building should contain passageways, staircases, or elevators that lead to the depths of the underground, to the darkest, most insane areas.

Through the gate, one can only see no more than ten meters into the interior, where some gray and white ground and heavy, sturdy load-bearing columns can be seen.

There's no rush to use torches now; we'll light them when we need to touch the darkness.

Just as Roddy crouched down, his hands gripping the bottom of the gate, preparing to open it by brute force.

His tongue curled up slightly, and his gaze returned to the interior of the openwork gate.

There seems to be something there!
A sound of flesh being dragged.

An unsettling sound of flesh rubbing together.

The thing seemed to be slowly approaching the door.

Roddy also paused his door-opening action, waiting quietly to see what was inside the dungeon... If it was suitable, he wanted to try to kill it, obtain information, and get the grease.

suddenly,

His right eye began to twitch, and a sound like Mount Sumeru emanated from the eyeball.

"Don't be so stupid!"
Despite sensing the danger, you still tried to go through the main entrance. Although this is only the surface of the dungeon, there is a 'guy' that occasionally wanders around here, and you just happened to run into him.

I don't want the human species that I finally managed to mark to be snatched away by this disgusting thing.

Turn your head quickly and look to your right... my eyes will give you some clues.

Although Roddy didn't want to look, his right eye still forcefully pulled it over, where there was just a rough stone wall with nothing there.

But as the second pupil moved, lines began to trace on the surface of the retina, directly drawing a dark side door leading to the dungeon.

"Get out of here, you'll die!"

(End of this chapter)