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

"Alyssa! We can't wait any longer! We have to find Ron before Lilith does! Find a way to get to Earl Martel's castle right now and trick that kid out of there!"

He made a sharp gesture:

"Find a place to invite him over; I need to have a serious talk with him alone!"

The last few words were almost uttered through gritted teeth.

After a pause, the Duke's voice carried an undeniable command:

"Be quick! The faster the better!"

"Yes, Your Grace."

Alyssa quickly left the room, her figure disappearing swiftly into the shadows of the corridor.

……

The Earl of Martel's residence.

In the quiet study.

Completely unaware of the storm that was about to engulf him, Ron was happily browsing the attribute panel that appeared in his consciousness.

The harvest from this trip is laid out densely before my eyes:

Twenty-seven LV2 entries gleaming with silver light, and thirty-one slightly dimmer LV1 entries.

This land reclamation activity yielded truly abundant "nutrients".

His slender fingers moved through the list of light dots in his mind, his sharp eyes scanning the shimmering LV2 area.

He quickly identified three keywords that seemed to have great potential:

[Deadly Toxin LV2]:

Grants the user the ability to release deadly poisons.

[Low-level Stealth LV2]:

Allows the wearer to enter stealth mode (effective when stationary, deactivated upon movement).

[Epitaph LV2]:

After the wearer dies, a tombstone will appear around their corpse, pointing towards the killer; if any character does not touch the tombstone within three seconds, the tombstone will disappear, and the character will be considered to have died completely.

When the word "epitaph" came into view, Ron couldn't help but let out a light, snickering laugh.

"Ha, those adventurers with their blockheads would never have thought of that."

He tapped the three LV2 entries that had been filtered out, his gaze sweeping across the shadowy corners of the dungeon, scanning for the lurking monsters.

"This stuff has to be applied to the most vulnerable and unlucky person to be cut down for it to work immediately."

He stroked his chin, pondering.

The creatures crawling in the Black Language Cave are indeed few and far between for the adventurers who are now flocking there.

Ron's gaze finally settled on the small, seemingly harmless paralyzing mushrooms—these were the real bottom-tier ones.

"Okay, let's choose these small items."

With a thought, Ron casually picked up an ordinary paralyzing mushroom from the moss on the stone wall, pinched the "Epitaph" inscription between his fingertips, and lightly stuck it onto its dusty cap.

The entry flashed and disappeared into the mushroom's body.

[Entry merging in progress...]

A new species is born.

【Funeral Paralysis Mushroom】

The little mushroom visibly withered, its stem shriveled and contracted, its cap became wrinkled, and it exuded an air of impending death, as if it would die at any moment.

"Hmm, this looks perfect. Let's put it at the entrance to greet the guests."

Ron nodded in satisfaction and placed it in a prominent corner at the entrance of the passage.

Then, he looked at the remaining "low-level stealth" and "deadly toxin".

"When it comes to toxins, of course you have to pick the weakest one to target."

A wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth:

"The objective is clear—paralyzing mushrooms."

After choosing another one, he stuck it on again.

[Entry merging in progress...]

A new species is born.

Highly poisonous paralyzing mushroom

Almost instantly, the mushroom's original dull grayish-brown color suddenly turned vibrant and luscious, as red as poisoned blood jade, so round and plump that it seemed as if it could drip blood.

A faint, yet dangerously sweet, scent spread through the air; this little creature's destructive power was already extraordinary.

"That's good, let it keep the funeral procession company."

Ron also placed it at the entrance.

Finally, only "basic stealth" remained.

"Tsk, this level of stealth... It's okay when you're standing still, but you'll be exposed as soon as you move."

Ron muttered to himself, his gaze carefully sifting through the monsters in the dungeon.

We need to find targets that can actively attack, but don't need to move themselves...

"After thinking it over, isn't this still the mushroom's job? The mushroom exploding doesn't count as moving... Okay, I'll give it to that little red poison sac. Stick it on the narrow path that everyone has to pass through. It'll explode as soon as it's touched, and no one can escape it!"

With his mind at ease, Ron pasted the last entry onto the highly poisonous bright red mushroom.

[Entry merging in progress...]

A new species is born.

[Invisible, highly poisonous paralyzing mushroom]

The entry is now in effect.

The striking, vibrant red mushroom suddenly became blurred and indistinct, appearing and disappearing in the dim light of the passage, like a strange speck of color floating on the stone wall itself.

Ron carefully placed it in a particularly narrow pass in the passage, ensuring that any "guest" passing through would have no way to avoid it.

Looking at the results, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"There are 31 LV1 entries and 24 LV2 entries remaining..."

"Keep the LV1 ones for now; they might come in handy in Carolina's heretic prison..."

Thinking of the heretic prison, Ron casually brought up its interface:

Total number of adventurers who entered the heretic prison: 622

Number of Dead Adventurers: 597

[Experience Reward: 21441]

[Rank of E-level dungeon: 205]

Clearance rate: 0%

"Fortunately, no one has yet cleared the level."

Ron's lips curled into a playful smile.

Just then, the surveillance camera lit up, showing someone "exploring" inside the prison.

"Hey, let's take a look and see if there's anything that needs patching..."

on the screen.

"call……"

Walter took a breath and adjusted the shoulder straps of his half-body leather armor.

Standing beside him were three of his former teammates, and... Rose, who had just temporarily joined the team.

The group of five was at the damp and cold entrance to the first level of the heretical prison.

"guys!"

Ross, unusually, spoke first, his tone carrying a hint of newfound respect:

"To be honest, your skills are really not bad."

He looked at Walter.

Walter rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly:

"Cough... You're not bad either. Matt had to take leave due to family matters, so he asked you to cover for him. Looks like he made the right choice."

Since their major setback at the Black Language Cave, the relationship between Walter's team and his former arch-rival Ross has subtly improved considerably.

They couldn't find a suitable LV10 candidate, so they reluctantly brought him over.

After much deliberation, the five finally chose the newly emerged challenge: Dark Hills.

A heretical prison.

Chapter 49 I can give you Ron

Once bitten, twice shy. Especially Ross, having learned a painful lesson from the Black Rock Cave, dared not be careless again, and his eyes showed a hint of seriousness.

"Hmph, Black Stone Cave? I'm blind! This lousy prison? I could walk out of it with my toes!"

Although Ross kept shouting defiantly, he still gripped the hilts of his two swords tightly and kept jumping around to warm up.

His current role is that of a main damage dealer.

"That's good!"

Walter gritted his teeth, his eyes burning with a fierce determination to reclaim his lost dignity:

"Win them all back here!"