Dungeon Domain Great God!!!

"You want to enjoy this thing in a small area? What a joke, you selfish guy."

Gong Qiying's fingers hovered over [Usable Monsters], almost unable to resist throwing a Furnace Knight over.

People have selfish desires; he could understand that.

After observing for the past few days, he felt Sithran's character seemed decent, and his interactions with her had been positive. Therefore, he decided to observe further for now.

"You want to monopolize this place?" Aili asked.

"Don't you think this is a heaven-sent opportunity, Aili?" Danya's eyes gleamed with fervor. "You and I are stuck at Bronze Rank and can't advance, isn't it because we lack the strength to complete the promotion quest? With this Bonfire, it's not impossible for us to grow into Gold Rank!"

As he spoke, he grew more agitated, past memories flooding his mind.

"It's only because Sithran kindly pitied you that she let you stay in the Silver Rank team. She and Shuen can complete commissions that require five or six people. Why would they let you join?"

"Tch, you're just a good-for-nothing who's been coasting on seniority in a Silver Rank team."

"Can't even complete the promotion quest? As expected, you don't have the talent to be an Adventurer. Aren't your legs quite fast? Go be a runner."

Lost in thought, he suddenly drew his dagger, intending to go back and kill monsters to level up.

"Danya!"

Sithran placed a hand on his shoulder and said, "Are you serious? Do you really think you, do you really think we can monopolize the Bonfire?"

Shuen also chimed in at this moment, "Anyone can explore the Dungeon. This is a necessary path, and someone will find this place sooner or later. We were just lucky enough to be a little faster than others."

"Right," Aili agreed. "Just as Sithran said, Mr. Mareda, who helped her, must have known about this place long ago. Perhaps there are others too."

"..."

Danya was stunned for a long moment before saying, "Then I'll go tell the Lord to put this place under regulation!"

"Slap—"

A crisp slap echoed, Sithran striking his face.

"Nice!" Gong Qiying gave her a thumbs-up from afar. "An outstanding person from another world!"

"Are you crazy?"

Meeting Danya's stunned gaze, Sithran said angrily, "Haven't you considered that the House of Bede would arrest you, arrest all of us? Do you think those nobles would be so kind as to prohibit others from entering while letting you in?"

"Ah—"

Danya's mouth gaped open, his eyes regaining clarity. He said dejectedly, "Then what should I do? The Lord will definitely learn about this Bonfire from other Adventurers. If he sends troops to guard it..."

"Danya, Danya, think carefully. What are you most proud of?" Sithran poked his forehead, frustrated by his lack of progress.

"My forehead?" he said blankly.

"Damn it, it's your connections!"

Sithran really wanted to slap him again.

"Don't forget your profession is Shadow Walker. Every Shadow Walker is automatically a member of the Shadow Brotherhood, the biggest news-mongering group in the world!"

"How can you call the great Brotherhood a group—"

"Shut up!"

"Oh." Danya didn't dare to speak.

The so-called Shadow Brotherhood sounded like the name of an assassin organization, but in reality...

It was a paparazzi team!

Its members worshipped the goddess "Shadow's Delight" and loved to stir up big news whenever they had the chance, such as secretly using recording devices to capture the debauched private lives of nobles and royalty, or exposing that a certain legendary mage used to sell himself when he was young, or that the Grand Bishop of the Holy Light Church was heterosexual and didn't like little boys.

The organization's funding came from major newspapers. As long as there was big news, the reward was quite generous, and every Shadow Walker was happy to send news to the Brotherhood.

Danya was one of them. Although he hadn't stirred up any big news, he was surprisingly popular and could talk to the leaders of the organization!

"We have only one way to fight the lord,"

Sithran said forcefully:

"Spread the news about the bonfire far and wide, make it known to everyone, and let the House of Bede not dare to block the underground city in the face of public outrage!"

"Clap clap clap."

Gong Qiying applauded repeatedly. Wonderful, truly wonderful. Although he didn't know about the Shadow Brotherhood or anything, Sithran's heroic demeanor was worth appreciating.

He had also considered the possibility of the local lord blocking Sain Underground City for his own selfish desires, which was the outcome he could least accept.

So he had a backup plan.

"They have reminded me. The noble class in feudal times was notoriously greedy. My plan needs to be moved up,"

A day passed quickly. Before the bell rang in the underground city, he tapped the stone altar beneath him and muttered to himself:

"Old Jack, come see me immediately."

Bed City, The Lamb Corn Tavern.

The tavern was filled with a joyous atmosphere. A few wealthy patrons had paid for everyone's drinks, and they were all drinking heartily. The air was filled with the scent of alcohol and hormones. A mage even set off a few fireworks to liven things up, and jugglers tossed colorful balls everywhere.

The thin and gaunt Jack sat in the main seat, with a beautiful girl showing her thighs in each hand, and a maid standing behind him to feed him fruit. He looked incredibly dashing and happy.

This was truly the pinnacle of his life.

"Come, Master Jack, I'll toast you," said a fat man adorned with gold and silver. He was one of the major patrons. "Thanks to you today, I had a great time in the Dungeon. After I get back, I'll definitely recommend you to my good brothers."

"Oh, oh, Boss Arthur, you're too kind," Jack quickly bowed, fawning. "Without me, you would have had fun in the Dungeon just the same."

"That's impossible. Without you, I would have died long ago," Arthur waved his hand. "That Swamp Area is like it's run by your family. You know where all the pits are. You saved me several times. You deserve to be called 'Master'."

Jack chuckled, quite pleased.

On that day, Sackman, who had been chasing him, was arrested and imprisoned for several hundred years. Without any worries in Bed City, he chose to stay.

But what was he to do if he stayed? He was already on the Guards' surveillance list, so he couldn't engage in any more black market dealings. The Adventurers he had scammed had also found him to settle accounts and demanded their money back.

As he fell into a predicament, his master, Gong Qiying, spoke.

He told him to become a Dungeon guide, specializing in leading people through the Swamp Area.

Jack dared not refuse. He had some talent in memory, remembering the vast Swamp Area clearly.

In the beginning, only a few people believed he could lead a team through the Swamp Area. After all, the old man looked dry and withered, not like someone capable.

As he led a few teams through the Swamp Area for free with very few casualties, people's opinions changed drastically. They went from calling him "that old man" to "old sir," and more and more people sought him out to lead the way.

Jack also started taking on wealthy clients, like Arthur in front of him. Arthur was a rich merchant who had always yearned for an exciting Adventurer's life. He happened to hear of Jack's reputation and hired him to lead him on a thrilling yet safe Dungeon journey. The result was quite satisfactory.

Some people had tried to imitate Jack, copying his guide routes. The result was either encountering monsters that shouldn't be there in unexpected places, or falling into new traps. In contrast, Jack's group was always safe and sound.

It was absolutely not because some Dungeon lord was playing favorites().

Gradually, even those who doubted him had to admire him. Jack's life got better and better. His fear of Gong Qiying gradually diminished, replaced by respect.

"Drink, everyone drink,"

Jack raised his glass and drank. Just then, a voice echoed in his mind.

His expression changed instantly.