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

Race: Vampire

[Level: LV15] (Upgrade!)

[Experience: 214/258]

[Racial Trait: Extra-long Lifespan]

Skill Slot 1: Summon Bats, Skill Slot 2: Advanced Night Vision, Skill Slot 3: Empty

At the same time, the 2000 experience points shared by the other contracted monsters in the dungeon were also distributed.

Each monster gained 20 experience points, like a glimmer of life being infused into it.

Their auras became noticeably more solid, and their basic power was quietly strengthened deep within their bloodlines, each reaching LV2.

The remaining 2569 experience points belong to Lilith.

Ron's thoughts shifted slightly, and an invisible sense swept over Lilith's state:

Name: Lilith

[Race: Elemental Creature]

[Level: LV20]

[Experience: 226/638]

[Racial Trait: Immunity to Fire Elemental Magic]

[Skill Slot 1: Flame Shield, Skill Slot 2: Fireball, Skill Slot 3: Flame Rain, Skill Slot 4: Empty] (New skill added!)

She had unknowingly mastered a new elemental magic—

"Fire Rain!"

With the experience points distributed, the next step is to inventory the "loot" left behind by the adventurers.

The upgraded monsters were more efficient and quickly collected the equipment and gold coins scattered throughout the cave.

Lilith, along with Ron and several monsters, brought the equipment, tainted with the aura of adventurers, to an equipment purchasing shop in Ironflame City run by a seasoned kobold.

The shop was filled with a strange smell of metal, grease, and inferior enchanting materials.

The dog-headed boss pushed up the monocle on his nose, deftly manipulating the abacus beads with his paws, his eyes gleaming with shrewdness.

After careful evaluation and calculation, he gave his final price:

"My esteemed lady, these spoils, tainted with the aura of the dungeon, are worth a total of 8667 gold coins."

The kobold's voice echoed with a slightly hoarse tone.

Lilith was slightly taken aback; this number exceeded her expectations.

However, compared to the potential returns from her mysterious rebate system, it was still somewhat inferior. She sighed softly, preparing to accept the deal.

"and many more."

Ron's voice rang out.

He precisely pulled out a longbow from the pile of equipment. The bow was shrouded in a deep purple light, its lines elegant, as if it contained the power of stars.

"This bow is not for sale."

The kobold shopkeeper glanced at the bow, a hint of understanding and regret flashing in his eyes, and immediately deducted a sum from his abacus:

"Therefore, the remaining equipment is worth 6667 gold coins."

This bow is worth a whopping 2000 gold coins!

Ron clicked his tongue in amazement, and at the same time, he had already "seen" its attributes:

【Title: Oath of the Wind Chaser】

[Quality: Purple]

[Usage Level: LV10 and above]

[Effect 1: Increases the range of the wearer's ranged attacks by 30%]

[Effect 2: The wearer gains the skill Magic Arrow Rain]

"It's truly a weapon that contains strange power; 2000 gold coins is worth it."

Ron muttered to himself, his fingers brushing against the cold bowstring.

Lilith carefully collected the gold coins, left the shop, and after a moment's mental calculation, handed Ron 17 gold coins:

“Your 20% share was originally 2017 gold coins. But you took the bow worth 2000 gold coins, so that part needs to be deducted.”

Her explanation was clear and concise:

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back now."

"Yes, Miss Lilith, you may go back now."

Ron nodded.

Stepping out of the Black Whisper Caves, bathed in the metallic, rusty light of the Ironflame City twilight, Lilith thought to herself:

"I refuse to believe that without investing a single penny, you can make the Black Language Cave as sinister as before!"

Ron remained deep inside the cave.

He took out the [Time Rift LV3] entry, which shimmered with a faint light like the sands of time, and imprinted it into his soul panel as if branding it.

[Entry fusion...bloodline tracing...]

[A New Species Emerges: Retrospective Vampires]

A strange, ancient, and powerful force surged and reshaped his cold blood vessels in an instant, as if connecting him to a source deep within the river of time.

This feeling was like drinking the finest blood wine, so wonderful it sent shivers down my spine.

"This power... is intoxicating."

He gripped the shimmering purple longbow in his hand, his scarlet eyes sweeping across the dark cave.

"The monsters only leveled up by 1, so their strength has only increased slightly... It seems we'll have to rely on modifiers to give them new 'traits'."

Ron pondered.

During this downtime of the dungeon maintenance, if Miss Carolina has any requests, we can start designing a dungeon for her.

……

The atmosphere inside the Ironflame City branch of the Adventurers' Guild was somewhat tense.

Veronica, dressed in a fiery red lizard skin armor and looking dashing, stared grimly at her younger brother Michael, who was only wearing his underwear, and his four equally disheveled teammates.

She thought that with her brother's team's strength, taking over a small Black Language Cave would be a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, they ended up with their entire army wiped out and all their equipment lost!

Michael looked embarrassed, but more than that, he was furious.

"Sister! You're the one who sent us to the Black Whisper Caves! Now all our equipment is gone, worth over 5000 gold! You have to compensate us for our losses!"

He tried to cover up his mistake by increasing his volume.

Veronica's brows were furrowed, as if covered with a layer of frost:

"Idiots! Since you accepted the guild's 5000 gold bounty, you accepted the risk and were prepared to lose your equipment! Is that as stupid as expecting the guild to compensate you for your equipment after you die in an adventure?!"

Her words were like a cold whip, lashing at Michael's sophistry and excuses.

Michael was rendered speechless by the rebuttal, knowing he was in the wrong, and could only mutter his defense:

"Who knew that damned E-level dungeon would be so sinister..."

Veronica cursed "idiot" in her mind again.

She always believed that no matter how strong the Black Language Cave was, it was only E-level, and that her brother's failure was purely due to underestimating his opponent and being careless.

But they were blood relatives after all, and seeing her brother and his teammates standing shirtless in the guild hall, she couldn't completely harden her heart.

"Just wait."

She left with a cold remark and turned to walk towards the office of Amata, the branch president.

Chapter 30 The Heretic's Lamentation Prison

The office was filled with the smell of parchment and tobacco.

Guild Master Amata, an experienced and insightful half-elf, guessed the outcome from Veronica's expression.

He rubbed his temples wearily, as if trying to soothe the mental strain caused by the divination spell.

“Alright, Veronica. It seems things aren’t looking good. So, proceed as planned and issue the ‘pioneering order.’ Let the truly capable large teams test the waters.”

Veronica didn't leave immediately; she hesitated slightly before speaking:

"Guild Master, although Michael and his group failed, they did manage to penetrate deep into the final area of ​​the dungeon and witness the...strangeness of all the monsters inside."

"I think having them compile information on the characteristics of the monsters would be of great help to future explorers."

Amata nodded, tapping her fingers on the oak tabletop:

“That makes sense. Michael is your brother, so you should communicate with them about this and get them to provide detailed information as soon as possible.”

Veronica gave an awkward smile:

“But… Michael and the others refused. They said that this intelligence was obtained in exchange for their equipment, and if they wanted it, the guild would have to give them some ‘benefits’.”

Her words carried a subtle, almost imperceptible hint.

As the branch president, Amata had been navigating the complexities of human relationships for many years; how could he not understand the meaning behind Veronica's words?

This is clearly an attempt to use intelligence as a pretext to demand compensation for the equipment losses suffered by her brother's team.

However, considering the value of the intelligence and Veronica's status as a capable assistant, he was willing to give her a way out.

"Understandable."

Amata said calmly:

"However, the guild will not compensate for the purple-quality equipment lost by Michael's team. They will only compensate for the blue-quality equipment they lost. Go tell them that if they accept this condition, they will write the report; if they don't accept it, then forget it."