The Beginning of Total Collapse

The Wildwood Church squad captain's actions had been far too sudden, leaving both men unable to react in time.

One was his father, the Wildwood Bishop, who had failed to react.

The other was Gong Qiying. He had noticed what the man was doing, but he had not had time to shut down the Painted World he was still calibrating.

After all, who could have expected that he had only just handed out two Painted Worlds, and one of their holders—who had only just left—would immediately run back in to use one right as the old and new days changed over in the dungeon?

Even the most enthusiastic adventurers Sain Underground City had ever seen were not this eager. But what did he want?

"I think I have a rough idea."

Gong Qiying looked helplessly at the captain's figure reflected in the Crystal Ball, then at the Wildwood Bishop, who had already entered the Painted World.

Finally, he glanced at the Hypnotic Magic Array he had not finished calibrating. It seemed he had accidentally raised this thing's effectiveness, and he had not adjusted it back down yet.

At present, the Wildwood Bishop was the only person inside the Painted World.

If he started lowering the Hypnotic Magic Array's abnormal settings now, there might not be any major problems—but that was only a might.

The Hypnotic Magic Array's effects had already begun working on the Wildwood Bishop.

What else could he do?

"Then we'll go with this."

Gong Qiying shook his head like a kindergarten teacher helplessly watching an unruly child.

"Let's see what happens first. At worst, we'll give him some compensation."

"You unfilial bastard! Once I get out, I'll skin you alive!"

Inside the Painted World, "Dragon-Slayer Knight," the Wildwood Bishop shouted furiously, venting his rage by repeatedly kicking