Anti-Dungeon Organization

Second floor of the Adventurer's Guild.

After Jack left, Leon stared out the window at his departing figure, lost in thought.

"What's up, Boss?" Te Er asked. "What are you thinking about?"

Leon withdrew his gaze, smiled, and said, "Te Er, you've been tricked again this time."

"Huh?" Te Er scratched his head, asking in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"It's simple, that Mr. Jack is a not-so-skilled con artist," Leon said, feeling a bit bored.

"Black Fist" Beidang nodded in agreement.

"I knew that old man was off from the start. He kept shaking and shaking, people probably thought he was having a heart attack," Malu shrugged, a mischievous look on her face as she chuckled, "Only a big dummy like Te Er would be fooled."

"You!" Te Er glared at her, and she giggled and hid behind Leon.

"Alright, Malu, stop teasing Te Er," Leon stopped the dispute, then looked at Te Er and said, "Didn't you notice anything strange?"

"I did feel something, but," Te Er sat down on the sofa, huffing, "Jack's knowledge of the dungeon didn't seem fake. Didn't he answer all your questions, and even point out where you deliberately said something wrong?"

Leon chuckled softly, stroking his golden hair that shone like sunlight, and said, "Yes, his knowledge of the dungeon can't be faked, but the more genuine he acted, the more I suspected one thing."

"What is it?" everyone asked in unison, like a chorus.

"Behind Jack, perhaps someone is guiding him," Leon smiled smugly, his golden hair seemingly sensing his emotions and becoming even more radiant.

"My eyes are going blind! Where's the hat? Quick, put a hat on the Boss!" Malu covered her eyes and cried out, "Didn't we agree to wear hats indoors!"

"Wearing a hat when meeting guests is too undignified," Leon said helplessly.

"Black Fist" Beidang nodded in agreement.

"Anyway, I'm very interested in the person behind him. If we can invite him to join the Strategy Group, I'm sure our progress will be much faster," Leon's eyes gleamed with ambition. "At least, our speed won't fall behind the Strategy Groups currently tackling other mutated dungeons!"

"Malu!"

"I'm here, I'm here," Malu covered her eyes, not daring to look over here at all.

"Go track Jack. If there really is someone guiding him, remember to be polite to them."

"Okay, okay, I really can't stand being in this room anymore."

Malu was about to leave after speaking. With a bit of Night Cat blood mixed in her veins, she couldn't stand strong light at all.

However, something unexpected happened.

"Ah—murder—" A scream came from downstairs in the guild.

Bede City, within the Resurrection Room belonging to the Holy Light Church.

Dozens of priests specializing in resurrection spells were online around the clock. When an adventurer's body was teleported to the Resurrection Room, they would immediately begin the resurrection process.

Someone who had just died could be resurrected in less than ten minutes. If they had been dead for a longer time, it would be troublesome. If it exceeded one day, then no resurrection spell would be effective.

Not every Resurrection Room was contracted by the Holy Light Church. In fact, churches of all sizes were vying to contract the Resurrection Room business. Outside of Bede City, other Resurrection Rooms might be contracted by the Forest Church, or perhaps the Night Light Church, the Necromancy Church, or something else.

After all, the Resurrection Room was a big business. Every time an adventurer was resurrected, they had to pay a resurrection fee. It wasn't too much or too little, just enough to be acceptable to everyone if they gritted their teeth.

In a study within the Resurrection Room, a young-looking acolyte asked the old man beside him, "Teacher, as long as the death occurred within a day, can Resurrection magic save them? Won't the legendary God of Death be angry?"

"Why would he be angry?" the old man asked kindly.

"Because," the acolyte hesitated, "Resurrection magic is considered blasphemy against death, right?"

"Haha, the God of Death isn't that petty, and besides, not every death can be resurrected by Resurrection magic,"

The old man affectionately stroked the acolyte's head and explained:

"Only deaths within the dungeon can be resurrected in such a simple manner by Resurrection magic, because the dungeon locks a person's soul within their body. Since the soul hasn't left the body, as long as the body is repaired and the soul is awakened, the person can naturally be resurrected,"

"However, once someone dies in the outside world, except for special circumstances, their soul will immediately be pulled into the Netherworld. At this point, the body is just an empty shell. To resurrect this empty shell, a complex and expensive summoning ritual is needed to pull the soul back from the Netherworld,"

The old man said, "That is true blasphemy against death. Those who perform such Resurrection magic will be marked by the God of Death,"

The acolyte said with some fear, "Marked... what will happen?"

The old man said solemnly:

"They will be noted down in the God of Death's little book,"

"?"

The acolyte blinked, not understanding, and finally pretended to suddenly understand, saying, "Oh, oh! So they'll be noted down in the little book, that's terrifying,"

The corner of the old man's mouth twitched, but he said nothing.

The atmosphere in the study quieted down, and then the acolyte's voice was heard again:

"So, that old gentleman who was just brought in can't be saved, right?"

"He can be saved, but also not,"

"?"

The old man sighed and said slowly:

"He cannot afford the price of being saved,"

In the morgue, Jack's body lay there alone.

The morgue, the least used facility in a Resurrection Room, because the bodies sent here were basically from the dungeon, and most of them could be resurrected. Cases like Jack's were rare.

"His heart was shredded by a sharp weapon, causing instant death. Please accept my condolences," the priest said with downcast eyes, speaking sadly to Leon.

"I am not his family," Leon's face was expressionless.

"Oh, then it's fine," the priest's expression changed in a second. He stretched and asked, "Do you know where his family is? If we can't contact them, he can only be buried in the ground. This old man was an adventurer, right?"

"Yes," Malu was also shocked by the priest's rapid change of expression.

So-called ground burial was the final resting place for lonely and helpless adventurers. If they had no family to handle their affairs and hadn't bought a grave before death, the adventurer's body would be sent into the dungeon.

Besides surface adventures, exploring the dungeon was an indispensable part of every adventurer's career. Most people would agree with this method.

"The killer is really cruel," the priest continued, "The recent Anti-Dungeon Organization has been getting more and more out of hand, even daring to kill people on the street. This old man was unlucky,"

The person who killed Jack was from the Anti-Dungeon Organization.

This is a mysterious organization that strongly opposes dungeons, claiming that ancient evil gods are hidden within them and that people must destroy the chaotic dungeons and destroy everything obtained from them.

Everyone used to see this organization as a joke, but unexpectedly, in the past two years, the Anti-Dungeon Organization's actions have become increasingly extreme. They started by organizing protests and marches, and today they even dared to kill someone on the street.

There are even rumors that the organization possesses a method to permanently destroy dungeons.

Perhaps Jack's act of selling ingredients yesterday attracted their attention, or perhaps it was because Jack led people to conquer the dungeon. In any case, he indeed became a victim.

"Boss," Malu suddenly said, "Should I stake out here for a day or two to see if anyone comes to collect his body? If so, maybe that person is the one behind him."

Leon was silent for a moment, then nodded.