Strange Occurrences in the Bed Family

"Wow! That woman beat Big Brother to his knees! She must be forcing him to become a slave!"

Yayi and Ya'er, the two lackeys, saw that the situation was dire and immediately started shouting.

"What should we do? Should we go save Big Brother?"

"I think Big Brother will forgive us."

"That's right, Big Brother, please forgive us!"

"You two."

Morgan, lying on the ground, weakly extended his hand, glaring at his two fleeing lackeys, and said feebly, "Come back here."

He spat out a mouthful of blood and still couldn't understand why Sithran, who looked so frail, possessed such immense strength.

In reality, her strength wasn't that great, but it was more than enough to send Morgan flying.

A shadow suddenly enveloped Morgan. It was Sithran, looking down at him with disdain.

Morgan trembled and said with a forced smile, "L-long, cough cough, Elf Lady, spare my life..."

Sithran said nothing. She retrieved her spear and thrust it towards Morgan!

"Whoa, help me!"

For the first time, passersby saw a man scream so loudly that it wasn't just from being hit.

Morgan shut his eyes in fear, but he didn't feel any pain.

Am I dead? So death doesn't hurt at all?

No, I'm not dead!

He opened his eyes. The world was still the same world, not hell or anything. He was unharmed, but...

"My hair is gone?"

His head just felt cool.

Sithran twirled the spear in her hand and said:

"First, this is a harmonious society, and the buying and selling of slaves is not encouraged. Second,"

Her greatshield smashed down next to Morgan's head, shaking the ground. "Don't let me see you bastard outside the city again. Next time, I won't hold back."

Morgan finally breathed a sigh of relief and mumbled, "Thank you for sparing my life."

Sithran glanced at the guards lurking by the roadside and silently put away her weapon.

If the enforcers hadn't been watching, she would have at least stabbed this guy, but with guards around, it was impossible. Bed City's law enforcement was notoriously indiscriminate; they'd arrest everyone first. After all, too many people came here every day, and trouble was constant, so enforcement had to be efficient.

If she had been a little heavier-handed, she probably would have been arrested and charged with mutual combat.

In such a vibrant and thriving city, seasoned adventurers like her knew how to keep things in proportion.

"You ruined my good mood for the day," Sithran grumbled, stomped on his face, and walked away without looking back.

"Cough, cough, it feels like my bones are broken..."

Morgan couldn't even crawl and could only lie there helplessly, muttering to himself, "Where did she get so much strength?"

Sithran stopped, without turning around, and said faintly, "Because I was tempered in the dungeon."

Dungeon? Tempered?

The speaker meant nothing, but the listener took it to heart. If you can get stronger by being tempered in the dungeon, does that mean...

This is obviously unlikely. Killing monsters in the dungeon doesn't give double experience or anything, so...

This elf must have had a fortuitous encounter in the dungeon!

Who knows why the passerby would think that? Maybe their thought process is just peculiar.

Morgan paused, sighed, and said:

"But I'm a member of the Anti-Dungeon Association."

"Then go die, you bastard,"

Sithran couldn't be bothered with this guy anymore and quickened her pace to leave.

"Interesting. Sithran's strength has increased so much. Could it really be thanks to the dungeon?"

On the rooftop, a figure witnessed the entire event and lowered their monocular telescope.

"I'll go in and take a look too."

She tossed her hair aside, revealing pointed ears. She was indeed an elf.

Two strange things have happened in the Bed family recently.

First, the eldest young master, Charon, suddenly left Bed City with a group of people, leaving only a letter saying he had found a business opportunity and was going out to make a fortune.

Second, the second young master, Verde, suddenly became infatuated with the dungeon. The first thing he did every day upon waking was to go to the dungeon, and he didn't bring any attendants with him. No one could find out what he was trying to do in the dungeon.

If one had to say which of these two events was the strangest, it would still be Verde.

Charon's situation was understandable. Everyone knew that Count Philip, who managed the Bed family, was getting old. In the past two years, he had been looking for a new heir among his descendants. The most likely successors were the eldest young master, Charon, and the third young master, Sali. In terms of ability, Young Master Sali was the strongest, so it was possible that Young Master Charon would do something like this to try and improve his chances.

As for the second young master, Verde? Who would consider making this playboy, who spends his days indulging in pleasure, the heir? He might just gamble away the entire family fortune one day!

Verde's worthlessness was known throughout the city. He was proficient in eating, drinking, and gambling, even having the astonishing feat of losing his underwear at a casino, which greatly shamed Count Philip, who had the urge to beat this useless son to death.

Even if he had some knowledge in mineral identification, it couldn't salvage his dismal reputation.

Everyone thought that this kind of person would never amount to anything, unable to survive without the protection of a prominent family.

But then, Verde actually started working hard recently!

Although he was just struggling to survive in the Sain Underground City, exploring dungeons was considered a legitimate activity in people's eyes.

Count Philip was greatly shocked upon hearing this news and subsequently offered Verde his support—a chest full of Teleportation Crystals.

Thus, Verde's explorations became even more unrestrained.

However, there were rumors that the second young master still hadn't managed to get out of the swamp.

"What are my older brothers up to?"

Sali paced back and forth in the room, unable to understand what these two were doing.

The Brave Hero Elsa was curled up on the sofa, munching on snacks and flipping through a light novel, looking every bit the shut-in she had become, thanks to Sali.

Perhaps annoyed by the sound of his pacing, she looked up at Sali, said nothing, and then lowered her head again.

They spent their days inside the house, analyzing reports from Adventurers about the Sain Underground City. Recently, a few reports had garnered significant attention.

[Unknown Adventurer:]

[I distinctly remember there being a rock near the swamp last time I went. Jumping on it a few times would stun the nearby monsters. But when I went back this time, it didn't work anymore! Instead, a Monster crawled out from under the rock and bit me to death. This Dungeon is truly bizarre; it changes every day!]

"Changes every day."

Sali murmured the words, then turned to Elsa and said, "Do you think this might fit our hypothesis?"

"What?" Elsa was engrossed in her novel and hadn't heard what Sali said.

Sali said helplessly, "You know, that thing,"

"If a Dungeon changes frequently, it must mean that within it lies—"