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“Yes, Father, please give me a resounding name!” the centaur shouted readily.

Huh? So stupid, he agreed so easily? Is this some old man who's lived for 80 years?

Shire saw a sly glint in the centaur's eyes...

"Didn't expect that, did you? Once you've come up with a name for me and I'm out of control, I'll chop you to pieces with my halberd! Wait, where's my halberd handle?"

Oh no, it's that familiar taste of my adopted son!

Charles's expression changed, and he raised his hand to unleash a [Divine Persuasion] on the centaur's head.

Her eyes became clear again.

"Ahem, since you so earnestly desire it, then I'll mercifully think of one for you..." Charles paused for a moment, then tentatively asked:

"Let's call him... Cai Fengxian!"

"What is that?!" Alfia couldn't listen anymore.

Among a group of people like Lide, Mali, Guros, and Lei, who would dare to include Cai Fengxian? Are you even being polite?

"If you can't come up with a name, you don't have to."

Xia Er straightened his back: "Fei'er is fine, so why can't my Gege? Are you looking down on my Gege?"

"I see you're already courting death," Alfia retorted.

"Hey, where did you hear that?"

"You're muttering in your sleep!"

"Whoa, you were eavesdropping on my sleep-talking?!" Charles discovered the problem:

"No! You were peeping at me while I was sleeping!"

Alfia: "!"

Centaur: "Where's my halberd?! Bring me my halberd!"

Charles drew his halberd and held it to the centaur's neck: "Want it?"

Orcs will never be slaves! ... The centaur thought to himself, but on the surface, he smirked, "Father, do as you please!"

“Hmm, seriously. When it comes to centaurs, the only name that comes to mind is ‘Chiron,’ right?” Ciel offered a new proposal.

“Chiron?” Even Alfia was puzzled this time: “It sounds like the name of a god.”

“Hmm… it’s the name of a centaur I saw in some epic tale,” Charles explained.

"That's the grandson of Uranus and Gaia, the Earth Mother. Hmm, in terms of seniority, he should be on par with Zeus."

In the mythology that Shire knew, the centaurs were always the fanatical followers of Dionysus, and Chiron even taught Dionysus 'hymns', 'dances', and 'carnival rituals'.

In addition, the "Fairy Avatar" always appears in a half-human, half-beast form. If it weren't for the fact that the "Fallen Fairy" is always entangled with tentacles, plants, and insects, Ciel would have thought that the Fairy's true form was actually Chiron.

what……

If Ciel weren't around, would this centaur stubbornly go and deliver himself to the monster? Would he eventually get killed by the monster and turned into an clone or something?

Charles felt like he was starting to get a brain.

"Where did you hear so many strange stories?" Alfia frowned.

"Cough, made up, made up."

Ciel couldn't tell Alphia that the story of this world was largely based on "mythology," even though there were no similar kinship relationships among the gods of the city.

Of all the connections, the only thing Charles knew was that Hephaestus had indeed been Aphrodite's 'husband'.

"...In short, Chiron is a great centaur who has mastered formidable skills, trained countless heroes, and is active in various hero tales. Are you satisfied with this name?"

Chiron nodded: "From this moment on, I am the [Descendant of Gaia], the [Son of the God-King], the [Primordial Beast], the [Army of Heroes]..."

"Stop, stop, stop... Don't add so many unfounded titles." Charles sighed, "I'm starting to regret giving you the name Chiron. You're not steady at all, not like a wise man at all."

“That’s right! I’m very smart! Chiron is perfect for me.” Chiron rubbed his nose.

Seeing that Chiron's hostility was slowly fading and being diverted to his new name, Ciel also asked about the important matter:

"You said you saw other humans appear before? Could you describe it in more detail?"

Chapter 379 Beneath the Ice Plains

Isn't she one of your guys?

Just as Chiron was thinking this, he felt a warmth on his neck and lower abdomen, enveloped in holy light, and his hazy eyes became clear again.

He must approve of me to come up with such a wonderful name for me! He can't be a bad person!

After a moment's thought, Chiron said:

"She was a red-haired, blue-eyed woman who resembled both a fellow human and a human. She seemed to be somewhere in between. She wasn't particularly strong, but just as I was about to kill her, she pulled a terrible-smelling longsword from those green fleshy lumps. Those green fleshy tissues crawled onto her body, and her strength increased by leaps and bounds."

"With those green fleshy chunks protecting her, I can't kill her. No matter how many times I kill her, she will always come back to life."

"Then, that thing appeared. I had no choice but to retreat."

Is Revis really that strong?

Charles pondered to himself: Is it home advantage?

Even when detached from the body, the octopus's tentacles can still move, but they will gradually lose their activity as they are separated from the main body. In the original work, the artificial labyrinth needs to devour the flesh and blood of monsters and humans to maintain its operation. Revis's main body has an amazing appetite and needs to consume a large number of magic stones to maintain its body.

But the green meat here might be different; it could be part of a giant octopus itself.

With the power provided by the Kraken and the "Fairy Spirit," it seems not impossible for Rives to survive Chiron.

In addition, in the original work, Revis mentioned when she killed Olivas that she was protecting the "Fallen Fairy", indicating that something was threatening the "original body", and there should be no one else in the labyrinth except for the Heretic.

If it wasn't the cowgirl who appeared later, it could have been this centaur in front of us.

The labyrinth seems to have recognized Chiron's potential, which is why it actively created the "Arena," a special location, in an attempt to cultivate more heretics in order to solve the problem of the fallen fairies.

Seeing that Charles remained silent, Chiron tentatively asked:

"Are you really here to help me deal with that octopus?"

"No, we have our own purposes."

"Huh?" Chiron's expression changed instantly, and he crossed his arms in a defensive posture.

Charles then changed the subject: "But we are indeed the octopus's enemy, but now is not the time for it to die."

Chiron glared: "Why not kill? Is it because you don't want to? Or because you can't win?"

"It's because I don't want to!"

"I don't believe it! I can't even beat him! You definitely can't either!" Chiron nodded seriously, as if he understood something. "After all, you even had to resort to unethical tactics and ambush an eighty-year-old man like me to defeat me! How could you possibly be a match for that big guy?"

"Hmph~ That's why you have to rely on the great [Lord of the Labyrinth], [Guardian of the Earth]—Chiron!!"

“Ah, yes, yes, yes…” Charles continued, “Even a great king needs an army and wise men, so why not recruit more students, like Chiron in the tales of heroes?”

"At that time, as long as we unite with more compatriots, we will surely be able to wipe out the invaders!"

Chiron nodded repeatedly. She also wanted to become the teacher of a great hero. For a monster to become the teacher of a hero was simply too awesome!

He immediately realized, "Wait a minute! I feel like you're using me! I'm nurturing heroes, and then those heroes are slaughtering my own people. Wouldn't I become a traitor?! How vicious humans are! I will not yield!"

“…” Charles rolled his eyes. “The people I asked you to teach are your own kind. We call them ‘heretics.’ In the region above here, they have formed a cooperative community and need a powerful king to lead them.”

"Hmm... the upper level?"

This familiar word awakened in Chiron a desire that ran deep in his blood.

Charles asked in surprise, "You've never been there?"

Chiron's eyes were blank: "I don't know. I've been in the dungeon since I was born. I fought, I slaughtered, and finally conquered countless battlefields, eventually becoming the king of this place!"

In the wild grasslands, he honed his halberd skills; in the Dragon's Pot, he was forced to learn to draw a bow; unable to adapt to the scorching heat of the icy plains, he evolved white fur that could withstand the severe cold; unable to defeat monsters, he learned to use blood energy to enhance his strength.

She grew from a level 4 centaur to who she is today, having experienced countless battles. It seems that her initial motivation was simply to see the sky and embrace the sun.

"I remembered."

"It seems I've been heading towards the ground the whole time... crossing grasslands, navigating labyrinths, slaying dragons, conquering ice fields, and traversing deserts..."

As he spoke, Chiron's expression darkened: "But I was blocked by the shadow behind me."

“Shadow?” Charles asked in surprise.

Alfia interjected, "That's the level beyond the ice plains. After level 62, there's a scorching desert, mainly inhabited by 'Basilisk' monsters. Unlike the sand serpents (level 4) on the surface, the monsters in the dungeon are genuine dragons." (PS: From Freya's side story, the dragon-like serpent beast that Ota slashed down with one sword; its surface strength was level 4.)

"It can breathe dragon's breath while releasing a paralyzing toxin powerful enough to petrify people; it's extremely troublesome." She then gave Chiron an approving look.

"You are indeed quite capable to be able to cross such a remote area."

As she spoke, Alfia's expression turned serious:

“Up to the 65th floor, we call that area the ‘Dark Dead Zone.’”

“Unlike the floors we usually experience, that’s the other extreme. There are no more fluorite and luminous objects that can be seen everywhere in the rock walls. The entire floor is shrouded in darkness, without any light.”

"Even with torches, they can be extinguished by unknown 'shadows,' and without powerful sensory 'skills,' one cannot advance even half a step."

"If you currently divide the floors into: upper (12), middle (24), lower (36), deep (48), and the deepest (60), after the ice plains, we call them 'nightmare,' 'abyss,' and finally 'hell.'"

If the extreme cold of the Sheguo Icefield and the extreme heat of the desert can only be called nightmares, then the "Netherworld Dead Zone" is a true abyss.

Alfia recalled, "There was no light there. In critical situations, we could only rely on magic to forcibly ignite the flames, but our mental strength couldn't be sustained for long. There was a special kind of undead monster. They had no physical form; they were like drifting souls. They would hide in dark corners and drain our mental strength. Only the purest purification magic could be effective against them."

"Adventurers can easily fall into a state of mental exhaustion, losing their way and location."

"Besides being filled with a large number of undead creatures, the maze itself is also an obstacle. Without light, we cannot determine our location, and once we get lost, we need to spend a lot of time finding our way again."

"That's why the Zeus and Hera Familia stopped at the 71st floor. It's not that they didn't want to continue, but the pitch-black conditions made it impossible to find a way down. Or rather, even drawing a part of the map was extremely difficult."

"That's why we shifted our focus to resolving the 'three major commissions'."

Chapter 380 What Chiron Hidden

This was also the first time Charles had learned about the situation beneath the dungeon, and he asked in surprise, "I thought you couldn't find the 'key' to access the next dungeon."