Redscale City.
A massive open-air training ground.
Crack.
After a brief moment of stunned silence.
Ulysses suddenly exerted force, crushing the barbell handle in his hand.
He looked down at the fallen barbell, then threw back his head and burst into wild, uninhibited laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha! Good! What a Monster Hunter!!"
"So this is an Architect from the Nine Provinces? So this is a Nine Provinces dungeon? No wonder it won the arena!"
"I like it! I like this dungeon."
"No flashy nonsense, only a pure clash of flesh and skill. Facing those Deity-level catastrophic beasts alone—this is real combat! This is the romance of the strong!"
He stared at the system projection, unprecedented blazing fighting spirit burning in his eyes. Then he abruptly turned around, slammed his towel onto the ground, and roared like a bell, "Someone! Get every player with a sequence above thirty over here! The moment this dungeon opens, we'll clear it immediately! Clear it within a day!
"And another thing! Every Architect here is useless! Every last one of them!!
"Hold their heads down and make them watch the trailer! Then make every one of them clear it too!!!"
At the same time.
Franca.
Inside the spacious office.
Rosalind's fox ears stood even straighter, while lingering images of light and shadow seemed to still reflect in her sapphire-blue eyes.
"Your Highness—"
The personal guard beside her could not help swallowing. "Th-this is the strength of that Architect from the Nine Provinces?"
Rosalind did not answer. She had not even clearly heard what the guard had said, merely murmuring to herself, "A civilian dungeon can actually be made like this. Incredible—I believe Liana now. This truly isn't the kind of Architect that can be selected through sheer competition—
"And the trailer is even playing