Dungeon Deathmatch

Gong Qiying quickly looked away, refusing to look at the Deep Blue Letter.

But how could he ignore something that had such a strong presence?

"That damned riddle teller, can't you just explain it clearly? What does the envelope actually represent?"

Is it a challenge letter from another dungeon? A friendship letter? Or will a Blue Fatty pop out of the envelope and grant him three wishes?

The Deep Blue Letter shimmered with tiny sparkles, reminiscent of sapphires. Its craftsmanship was exquisite, making it a true work of art. If it weren't for the message left by the previous Godwyn, Gong Qiying would have already opened it.

Unfortunately, at this moment, this beautiful envelope was more terrifying to Gong Qiying than a billion murderers.

"Summon some Subspace Miasma to devour this thing?"

Just as he hesitated, the Shrine shone brightly again, and in the blink of an eye, a Gray Letter landed on the Deep Blue Letter.

This thing even multiplies!?

One letter was enough to upset him, and now a second one has arrived; this is really a bit much.

With a flash of light, another Light Green Letter appeared on the Shrine.

Gong Qiying's expression froze.

The light flashed again, revealing an Amber Letter.

The light flashed again, and the Orange Yellow Letter gently landed in front of him.

Light, orange/gold/earthy/flesh/reddish-brown/cyan/dark blue.

Envelopes fell like snowflakes, completely engulfing the Shrine.

Gong Qiying is numb.

He now feels like he's choosing to register an account as a woman on a dating platform with no identity or background.

It's like being surrounded by wolves!

A gentle breeze blew by, and the ancient book turned a page, revealing that there were words recorded on the back of the last page.

If you receive more than one letter, open it and read it; it is your destiny.

Dude, what you just said really screams self-abandonment!

Compared to other ways of greeting, writing letters is the gentlest. If you see more than five letters, it means that this group of dungeon lords is of decent quality. Perhaps you can look forward to becoming friends with some of them or forming Alliance.

I've seen over a hundred envelopes already. Doesn't that mean all the city lords of my generation are model citizens of civilization?

No, who knows what "quality" actually means?

He pulled out the first navy blue one from the mountain of envelopes, took a deep breath, and opened it.

Even if monsters and demons crawl out after opening it, he would accept it.

"To my unknown new companion: Hello, I'm Lin Weier from the Dark Blue Sea Dungeon. I unlocked the world map a few days earlier than you, hehe. Perhaps you can call me senior? You must be completely confused right now, just like I was. Luckily, a kind senior guided me, so I want to help you in the same way she helped me. Remember to reply to me if you have any questions; you can use the Shrine. This seashell is something I found while drifting; it's very pretty. I'll secretly show it to you. Goodbye~"

The letter was written in neat handwriting, in a lovely tone, with a beautiful seashell drawn in simple strokes, and the paper even had a faint fragrance.

If Little Chef Boy saw this, wouldn't his imagination run wild?

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Gong Qiying fell silent for a moment, his expression somewhat strange.

"Why do you look perfectly normal?"

So it turns out that opening the letter doesn't automatically force you into a battle. Are the other Dungeon Lord this humane?

That's quite heartwarming.

He opened the Gray Letter again, this time the handwriting was much bolder.

"Don't believe Lin Weier. That old woman who pretends to be young is lusting after your body and will drain you dry. If you're a real man, come and ally with me, Pan Sen. I'll be waiting for you in the Boulder Dungeon! I'll have plenty of good wine and meat! If you're a woman, forget it. Being younger isn't a problem either."

Pan Sen Brothers, your thinking is a bit dangerous.

But with the gray warning, Gong Qiying suddenly felt that the sea-blue color had become suspicious, and the slight thought of replying that had just arisen disappeared.

"We really can't let our guard down for even a moment,"

He then opened a Purple Black Letter.

"Join us, together, to destroy humanity!!! Destroy humanity!!! Destroy humanity!!! Long live the demons!!!"

The letter was covered in congealed slime, making it look quite disgusting.

Neuropathy.

He tossed the purplish-black letter aside and picked up a dark blue one.

"Demons are nothing but filth! Join our Astar Alliance and fight to defend the sacred human bloodline! Exterminate demons within five years, elves, dwarves, and Orcs within ten years, and impure-blooded hybrid humans within twenty years! For the sake of human purity!"

Brother, you're going a bit too far.

Gong Qiying felt more and more relaxed as he read on. The contents of these letters were completely different from what he had imagined; they were more like reading some funny little advertisements.

The information left by the previous Godwyn made him think that the dungeons were a dark forest, and whoever was exposed first would die. But now the atmosphere is completely different.

He gradually discovered a pattern: the lighter the color of the letter, the more human-like it seemed to be written, or rather, like it was written by a creature with complete intelligence and logic; the darker the color, the more inhuman it was, the more disjointed and even illogical it was.

Most of these letters contained greetings, requests for alliances, and some were casual chatter. Of course, there were also those who were provoking him and trying to provoke him into starting a war.

"But I don't even know how to start a dungeon battle."

Gong Qiying ignored the malicious letters.

These envelopes don't seem as dangerous as described in the ancient texts. Was the previous Godwyn making a mountain out of a molehill, or have times changed?

Just as he continued to open the letters, a flash of light appeared on the Shrine, and suddenly another letter, purplish-black in color, appeared.

It was written by the person who just shouted "Long live the demon race!"

"You just read my letter, didn't you? Why didn't you reply! Why! As expected, you are evil, human, I will kill you!!!"

The handwriting screamed madness; the writer seemed to be in a fit of rage.

[Jia Nage, the lord of the Calamity Nest Dungeon, has launched Deathmatch against you. This is his first time launching Deathmatch, and you cannot refuse.]

They'll start fighting at the drop of a hat?

The war will begin in thirty days. Please make adequate preparations.

At that moment, Gong Qiying finally understood why his ex-wife hadn't let him open the envelope.

Among the Dungeon Lord, there were also warmongering madmen who were almost misled by the seemingly harmless content of most of the letters.

"This is troublesome,"

Perhaps he should act a little flustered at this moment? Or perhaps as if facing a formidable enemy?

But looking at his immense Spirit Power and the vast array of Available Monster...

"Let's go out and gather some information about the Calamity Nest Dungeon. The map shows it's in the west. Oh, I see, it's demon territory. In that case, we probably won't get much information in Bede City. Humans have always known very little about the Western Continent."

Gong Qiying turned his gaze to the mountain of letters, thinking that perhaps he could inquire with a certain city lord.

Doing so is risky, but going to war with an enemy whose intelligence is unclear is even riskier.

"Forget it, what's done is done."

He opened the Crystal Ball.

"First, wipe out the Bede Family, and stop them from causing trouble."