But that was obviously impossible.
If Chen Luo really did that, the first to oppose him would be the adventurers, because the dungeon contained countless treasures.
Even if Chen Luo became the Dungeon Lord, at most he would only reduce the monsters' ferocity so they would not relentlessly pursue fleeing adventurers.
What Chen Luo could do was merely increase the adventurers' survival rate as much as possible. He could not ensure that adventurers would never suffer even the slightest injury after entering.
At least, that was how things stood regarding the dungeon.
However, Chen Luo was considering whether to create something like an Escape Crystal. If adventurers encountered monsters in the dungeon, they could use an Escape Crystal to return to a safe zone.
That seemed feasible.
If they were sent directly back to the dungeon entrance, teleporting from the deeper floors would be extremely difficult. The lower one went, the more expansive the area became, and even the straight-line distance was absurd.
But the dungeon had things like safe floors.
Forget it. He would deal with that later.
Besides, once Chen Luo obtained the Dungeon Lord's authority, Uranus, the chief god who had always relied on divine power to suppress the dungeon, could retire.
Even without Uranus's divine suppression, the dungeon would still follow the rule that monsters grew stronger the closer one got to the deeper floors.
As Chen Luo moved, the blood flowing from the bronze cauldron that had collected the gods' blood traced out a massive magic circle. At its center, Chen Luo placed several chief gods of the Dark Faction.
"Chen Luo, what are you planning to do?" Those Dark Faction chief gods showed no fear whatsoever toward Chen Luo's impending persecution.
At worst, they would die.
"Do you even need to ask? Of course,