Accepting the Investigation

When Morgan opened his eyes, his gaze met Gong Qiying's directly.

"Ah, ah,"

He opened his mouth, making a strange sound as if his throat were being squeezed. He waved his hands frantically at the other party, but when he tried to pounce, he stumbled, pulled back by the iron chain around his neck. Gong Qiying had re-chained him.

"Interesting, you're not trying to escape, but coming towards me?"

When a normal person wakes up and sees a terrifying monster standing beside them, there are usually two reactions: either they are so terrified they can't control themselves and quickly run away, or they pick up a weapon to fight.

And Morgan... actually belonged to the latter???

His face was full of deep disgust towards the monster. He bared his teeth and claws at Gong Qiying, his hair standing on end, and he kept hissing.

A tribute to the Legendary Hajime.

This behavior didn't quite match his appearance, as he looked like someone who was very good at running away.

Gong Qiying pressed him to the ground with a single finger, rendering him immobile, and immediately felt bored.

He realized Morgan was still foolish.

Although this guy's movements were exaggerated, his eyes were cloudy, revealing a sense of stupidity, and he couldn't form a coherent sentence. He would fit perfectly in a lunatic asylum.

Clearly, his mind had been affected in some way, becoming incomplete.

Was this the price of transforming into a Demon Race member?

Gong Qiying began to ponder. But if the price was so high, why would they transform into Demon Race members? What they gained and what they lost were completely disproportionate.

In such a situation, there was usually a reasonable explanation – that Morgan and the others were controlled by a Black Hand behind the scenes or something similar.

Someone was turning humans into Demon Race members and putting them into dungeons to do things with unknown purposes! He reached this conclusion.

This wasn't purely based on speculation, because he noticed that both Ya Yi and Morgan had the same brand on their necks. The brand looked like a winding long snake, but it had twisted things on its body. Were they horns or tentacles?

Gong Qiying memorized the pattern of the brand. Perhaps it was the mark of some organization.

Speaking of which, why did these organizations always like to put marks on themselves, as if they were afraid others wouldn't recognize them?

Just as Gong Qiying was about to create a prison and throw the two mentally incapacitated individuals inside, a sudden change occurred!

"Ya ya—"

Morgan and Ya Yi's bodies instantly swelled to several times their original size. Their skin was stretched so thin it became transparent, allowing their internal organs to be seen.

Just as Gong Qiying reacted, two stone-like wings immediately shielded him, and they exploded.

"Anti-Dungeon! Destroy the dungeon!"

"Bang!" "Bang!"

The Hero Gargoyle's massive body was shaken back a step, and foul matter splattered everywhere.

Fortunately, after withstanding the explosion, the Gargoyle's transformation time was up.

Gong Qiying (in the form of the Hero Gargoyle) "devolved" into Gong Qiying (in the form of Godwyn).

"Destroy the dungeon"

He kicked a skull on the ground, unsure whose it was, and said, "Just you?"

Morgan and the other's last words made Gong Qiying very unhappy. Just moments before, he had felt a tiny bit of pity for them, but now only indifference remained.

Was the purpose of this organization anti-dungeon? He tentatively concluded that behind Morgan and the others hid an organization, an evil organization aiming to destroy dungeons!

But how would they destroy dungeons?

As long as there was mental power, even if they killed monsters or destroyed scenes, they could be restored.

Soon, Gong Qiying discovered a clue.

After Morgan died...

The dungeon's mental power did not change.

"..."

He fell silent for a moment.

Mental power was the fundamental basis for a dungeon's operation. If everyone who entered a dungeon did not release mental power upon death, then the dungeon would indeed slowly perish.

Regardless of how Morgan and the people behind him achieved this, it was indeed a correct approach, an approach that could destroy dungeons.

"If I don't find them and kill them, my thoughts won't be clear,"

He could no longer allow the Anti-Dungeon Organization to exist in the world. He had to send all of them to Morgan.

"But the first thing to consider is how to expose the Black Hand behind the scenes,"

Gong Qiying felt that this matter had to be handled in the outside world. Information within the dungeon was too limited.

It was at this moment that he suddenly felt his body in the outside world being touched.

With a thought, his consciousness went there.

"What's wrong?" He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and pretended to have just woken up.

The ones pushing him were the construction workers. One of them, seeing him awake, was visibly excited and said:

"Sir, something big has happened outside!"

"What?" Gong Qiying could roughly guess what had happened.

"It's the Demon Race!"

Another person gesticulated wildly and said, "They say they were so big, covered in strange things, and especially terrifying. Luckily, they were all crippled!"

"Just get to the point," an older worker said. "We only heard about it from others. It seems a few members of the Demon Race were suddenly thrown out of the Zane Dungeon and even knocked out the young master of the Bede Family. Now the whole city is under martial law!"

"Demon Race?" Gong Qiying said in "surprise," "How, how could there be the Demon Race here?"

The workers exchanged glances and said, "We were shocked too. I've lived this long and never seen a living member of the Demon Race. They say the Demon Race is being escorted to the dungeon now and will pass by the street in front of us, so we were thinking..."

Gong Qiying understood. He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead and watch, go ahead and watch. Consider it a half-day break,"

"Hehe, thank you, boss!"

The workers rushed off excitedly. Gong Qiying followed shortly after and saw the half-dead members of the Demon Race locked in cages. They hadn't transformed into human form yet, and their bizarre appearance attracted a large crowd.

The people here had only seen images of the Demon Race drawn by artists in newspapers and novels. This was the first time they had seen the real thing, and it was much more terrifying than the illustrations.

"One is missing," Gong Qiying noticed that the number was incorrect; one Demon Race member was gone.

Escaped? Impossible. How could it escape under everyone's watchful eyes, especially while severely injured?

Perhaps it was also taken away by the Guards, but why wasn't it with the remaining Demon Race members?

The prison cart escorting the Demon Race entered the dungeon. People gathered behind, watching intently until they could no longer see it, then reluctantly left.

The workers greeted him and went to eat, leaving Gong Qiying alone to return to his shop.

However, two Guards were standing in front of his shop.

"What are you doing?" Gong Qiying frowned and walked over to ask.

"Are you Ma Lei Da?" one of the Guards asked.

"I am. What's wrong?"

The reason he used the alias Ma Lei Da was that he was worried this world might have magic that could curse or track people based on their names, so he decided to be cautious.

"Do you know Tai Mu Da?" The Guard pulled out a portrait. Although the brushstrokes were abstract, the features were discernible.

It was him?

Gong Qiying knew this person because this was the person who had subleased the shop to him.

"He is a member of the Anti-Dungeon Organization. The City Lord has issued a warrant for everyone in this organization,"

"Please come with us for an investigation."