When Leon stood wandering at the entrance to Zane Dungeon, he would never forget that day he fought monkeys in the forest.
It had been the most humiliating moment of his life.
Buried in shit, utterly at a loss.
It had not only been an insult to his dignity, but an insult to his soul—the ultimate insult to a man's pride.
No matter how pathetic a man was, after suffering such an extraordinary humiliation, he would surely be consumed by thoughts of slaughtering the other party and hacking it into eight pieces—no, sixteen pieces, thirty-two pieces, sixty-four pieces, one hundred and sixty-eight pieces!
Leon had thought his revenge had succeeded. He had thought he had washed away his shame. But then...
That roar had destroyed his dungeon dream.
"Screech! Screech! Screech! Screech!"
Zane Dungeon.
When their leader was killed, the monkey troop cried out in agitation, though their cries now clearly carried an undercurrent of sorrow.
Leon washed away every trace of filth. Listening to the monkeys' wails, he felt absolutely exhilarated.
So much so that several bursts of "Hahaha!" escaped his mouth.
He laughed wildly while the monkeys shrieked madly.
Every monkey howled with heart-rending grief. The noise even surpassed its earlier scale, leaving the Strategy Team able to hear nothing but the howling.
They could hear nothing at all. Even sounds right behind them could not reach their ears.
"These monkeys were rather attached to the giant ape," Delu said with a sigh. "Dungeon monsters were clearly supposed to be emotionally detached, yet they were still so loyal and devoted. Sigh..."
"Old men get sentimental when they age," Malu quipped. This dwarf had gotten shit smeared all over his face and still had not gotten angry. His mental fortitude was quite impressive.
Te Er sat cross-legged on the