Blighttown They Couldn't Leave Behind

"Blighttown? I've got experience with this dump."

Confidence filled Luluwo's heart.

Although the route she had taken from the Painted World to Blighttown before had not been this long tunnel before them, she was still somewhat confident in her exploration of Blighttown.

No, this mentality could not really be called confidence. Perhaps it was more accurate to say that after being abused so badly, her body had developed a "spider-sense" toward all the malice here, as if she could foresee it in advance.

That counted as a talent too, but she would rather never have to use it, because whenever this talent activated, it meant she had to endure pain no less torturous than a three-hundred-and-sixty-five-mile march of suffering.

Sigh, couldn't exploring Sain Underground City become a little easier?

What she did not know was that, in the Blighttown of the Painted World, the place she had entered was generally known as Blighttown's front gate. To get there, one first had to explore a prerequisite area whose difficulty was also fairly high.

The dark, foul-smelling tunnel before them, meanwhile, was generally called Blighttown's back gate by the countless Undead. Entering Blighttown from here followed the classic route of "doing Blighttown backward."

It was said that doing Blighttown backward was much easier than boldly charging in through the front gate, and that was indeed true.

However, that was in the game.

In the current Sain Underground City, would there really be any obvious difference in difficulty between going forward and going backward?

For now, they would remain neutral and wait to see.

"I'm still so not used to this."

"I feel like the stink here is like Fort Faroth's foul swamp being boiled down over a huge fire until it turned thick. No, it might even be worse."

"Curse Frogs aren't