You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

The dungeon boss, "Lava Behemoth," immediately went to help players carry treasure chests, shouting as he did so, "Black Language Caves Big Sale!"

The background music for the dungeon has also changed—it's now Bubble's "Monster Parade March".

The players were completely dumbfounded.

"This... the instance crashed?"

"No, we've been kidnapped!"

"Did the BOSS just mention the Black Language Cave?"

Thirty seconds later, control was restored.

Rock Core snapped out of his daze and furiously started furiously typing in his log—

[Source of the intrusion: Black Language Cave · Bubble]

[Warning! We need to talk next time we meet.]

Bubble immediately replied over the loudspeaker:

[Bubble: Okay, bring some food while you're at it]

Ron was laughing so hard he was practically lying on the table.

"Awesome! This feature is so stress-relieving."

Claudia rolled her eyes.

"That's called declaring war."

"What's there to be afraid of? It's a 24-hour cooldown period, and we're not playing every day."

Bubble sent a notification:

[Bubble: I think we can use this feature to let other dungeon monsters know in advance that monsters can also self-govern.]

Ron was taken aback, then slowly smiled.

"Are you trying to export your ideas?"

[Bubble: Yes, we can write the concept of autonomy into the temporary takeover script and let them figure it out themselves]

Claudia listened, a chill running down her spine.

"Are you trying to... revolutionize dungeon consciousness in the dungeon world?"

Ron shrugged.

"Revolution? No, we call this—copy diplomacy."

Half an hour later, a server-wide message popped up.

[Server-wide Announcement: Black Whisper Caves - Bubble has completed its first cross-domain takeover; target: Deeprock Fortress]

[Result: The target instance monsters started dancing and began promoting the Black Language Cave to the players.]

[Comment: Is this diplomacy? Or is it an advertisement?]

The comment section exploded.

"Bubble is being way too arrogant!"

"Will Deeprock Fortress file a complaint?"

"Dungeon diplomacy = dungeon invasion, this is going to be interesting."

Ron felt particularly pleased as he watched the popularity soar.

He knew very well that—

The small garden core that Bacchus sent not only didn't harm them, but actually gave Bubble a real weapon to use.

And this knife has only just been used.

[Ding—Cross-domain takeover proficiency increased to Lv2]

[Reward: Dungeon Diplomatic Reputation +1]

[Reward Distribution: Bubble Stickers - "Your Home, My Responsibility"]

Ron slapped the sticker on the edge of the console and said with a smile:

"Bubble, next stop, let's find an even bigger dungeon to play in."

[Bubble: Okay, this time we'll choose... Beijing.]

imperial capital.

The sky was still bathed in golden light, and caravans and adventurers came and went on the streets. No one realized that something was drilling up from the bottom of the earth that day.

Ron led Viser, Jill, and Belin out of the teleportation array.

The objective is the [Tower of Judgment] instance in the north of the Imperial Capital.

This is not a regular challenge arena.

It belongs to the Imperial Council and houses a group of experimental creations of "illegal copy designers." Normally, only those with special privileges can enter.

Ron was there to stir up this hornet's nest.

Viser asked in a low voice:

Are you sure we're just going to force our way in like this?

“Screw it,” Ron glanced at the crowd. “We’re just ‘visiting’ under the invitation of the inspection team.”

Jill grinned.

"Want to take some things with you while you're here?"

“Yes.” Ron’s eyes were cold. “I’ve been staring at that ‘fragment of the laws of dungeons’ for a long time.”

Outside the Tower of Judgment, black-armored guards blocked their way.

"Identity verification warrant".

Ron handed over a pass stamped with a red seal.

That seal was borrowed by Claudia from a nobleman in the capital through her connections.

After the guards confirmed the entry, they allowed passage, and the tower gate slowly opened.

As soon as I entered, a sense of oppression enveloped me.

The towering walls resembled a cage, with dense chains of sealing runes covering the surrounding walls, and shimmering energy tracks embedded in the surface.

Belin frowned: "This doesn't look like a dungeon, it looks more like an altar."

“It is indeed an altar.” Ron stared at the floating stone at the center of the tower. “That’s a ‘Fragment of Law,’ capable of directly rewriting the rules of dungeon operation.”

Viser asked in a low voice, "The plan?"

"The plan is simple—take it in thirty seconds, then leave."

The three approached the center of the tower, one in front and one behind.

The guards' footsteps echoed around the outer perimeter, but they did not make a direct move.

Ron tapped the patterned box at his waist lightly with his fingers.

Instantly, the energy tracks inside the tower began to flicker like a broken water pipe.

Thirty seconds—the tower's defenses will be delayed in an "update delay," a vulnerability he had preemptively created.

Ron rushed out, stepping on the rune chain to jump directly in front of the law fragment, and with a snap of his hands, pulled the gray-glowing stone piece off the fixing device.

The tower shook violently, and the guards on the outer ring all drew their swords.

"withdraw!"

Viser and Jill flanked him, while Belin threw out a cloud of ice mist to block the way.

They rushed into the outer ring portal almost a second before the defensive array was fully restored.

Outside the tower, the sun still shines.

Passersby continued to chat and laugh, unaware of what had just happened inside.

Ron looked down at the fragment of law in his hand.

It was cold and heavy, like a stone containing thunder.

"With you, Black Language Cave can directly interfere with the rules of other dungeons."

He put the fragments into the box.

"The capital city... this is just the first step."

Meanwhile, in the shadows at the top of the tower, a pair of eyes were coldly watching the departing group.

The man wore half an iron mask and had a hoarse voice.

"Finally showing itself, Ron."

Ron felt a chill run down his spine as soon as he put away the fragments of the law.

That kind of coldness wasn't from the wind; it was from murderous intent.

Viser noticed it too and turned to look at the crowd.

"Someone is following us."

Belin casually adjusted her cloak, her fingers pressing against the ice rune at her waist.

A tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows at the street corner.

He wore a half-iron mask, a dark gray hunter's cloak, and two curved knives at his waist. He walked slowly, but each step was in Ron's path.

“The Iron-Faced Hunter,” Viser said in a deep voice, “one of the top three assassins on the Imperial Capital’s bounty list.”

Ron squinted.

"He came for me?"

"Nonsense, you just destroyed the altar of the Tower of Judgment. If he takes your head, the bounty will be enough for him to retire for ten years."

Without saying a word, the Iron-Faced Hunter flicked his wrist, and two flashes of cold light appeared.