You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

This area belongs to mad rats and giant wolf spiders.

He was very familiar with the giant tarantula, and his gaze shifted to Mad Rat's control panel:

[Name: Mad Rat]

[Race: Beast]

[Level: LV1]

[Experience: 0/20]

Racial Trait: Infection Immunity

Skill Slot 1: Black Germ, Skill Slot 2: Empty

Black germs? Brilliant!

A brilliant idea took shape instantly.

"Let's graft this 'black germ' skill onto the giant wolf spider! Then, when the giant wolf spider's web binds the adventurer, the germ can be directly 'inoculated' along the spider silk!"

He activated his ability again, and the [Black Germ] skill of the ten mad rats was extracted and implanted into the skill slots of the ten giant wolf spiders, like black plague seeds.

“This floor also needs a ‘face’.”

Since there is a giant wolf spider, the [Spore Spider Siraya] of the same kind naturally becomes the first choice.

Ron checked her panel:

Name: Siraya the Spider

[Race: Beast]

[Level: LV10]

[Experience: 0/108]

[Racial Trait: Climbing Expert]

Skill Slot 1: Spider Egg Burst, Skill Slot 2: Spider Silk Binding Field, Skill Slot 3: Empty

Spider eggs bursting open...that's an amazing skill! And what if it gets infected with 'black bacteria' on top of that…"

A red glint flashed in his eyes, and he immediately extracted the skill from a giant wolf spider that had recently acquired the [Black Germ].

Then it was carefully "embedded" into the empty skill slot 3 of the Spider Siraya.

Imagining the scene of the exploding spider eggs causing not only physical impact but also the spread of plague, Ron's lips curled into a dangerous smile.

Carolina, who had been watching the whole thing from the sidelines, frowned more and more deeply, her elegant vampire eyebrows furrowing.

She finally couldn't help but speak:

"Just like that... a simple setup? Don't you consider monster positioning, teamwork, terrain utilization, or anything like that?"

As the only daughter of a vampire count, she had witnessed firsthand how her father's personal dungeon architect worked—

That was micromanagement down to every single brick and every corner!

In contrast, Ron's approach was so crude it was as if he were throwing monsters in like beans!

Wouldn't that allow adventurers to successfully complete the game?

She strongly suspected that Ron was just giving her the runaround.

"Do not worry."

Ron didn't turn his head, his voice carrying an undeniable, lazy confidence:

"The dungeons I create don't need those cumbersome rituals."

He had led the last monster into the deepest and most sinister third level (the execution ground for heretics).

Carolina watched his retreating figure, her bloodshot eyes filled with even deeper suspicion.

She bit her lower lip, struggling internally:

"Since things have come to this... and we've chosen to believe this mysterious vampire, then... let's wait until the dungeon opens and let the facts speak for themselves."

She suppressed her doubts and followed.

On the third floor, filled with the stench of blood and rust, Ron placed the remaining monsters—earth elementals and three other bosses—there.

He first scanned an earth elemental panel with his mind.

Ron's gaze fell upon a slowly moving earth elemental, and an invisible force swept over its soul contract:

【Name: Earth Element】

[Race: Elemental Creature]

[Level: LV1]

[Experience: 0/20]

[Racial Trait: Steadfast as a Mountain]

Skill Slot 1: Rock Smash Fist, Skill Slot 2: Empty

He subtly activated the [Rock-Shattering Fist] with his mind, and its effect appeared:

The attack has a forced knockdown effect.

Good control skills.

If ten earth elementals simultaneously throw a punch, the resulting shockwave would be enough to render any adventurer who steps into it as a leaf in the wind, never to rise again.

However, simply knocking someone down is not enough to kill them.

These creations of the earth need sharper "fangs".

Ron turned his gaze to the last two high-ranking "gatekeepers" on the third floor.

First, there was that writhing mass of [Rotting Flesh Gruq], emanating an ominous aura:

[Name: Rotten Flesh Gluck]

[Race: Undead]

[Level: LV10]

[Experience: 0/108]

[Racial Trait: Corruption Growth] (Wounds will continuously ooze corrosive pus)

Skill Slot 1: Corrosive Breath (Spews out highly toxic miasma), Skill Slot 2: Horde Summoning (Summons small undead creatures), Skill Slot 3: Empty

"Corrosive Breath...if combined with the Fist of the Earth..."

A sinister plan took shape in Ron's mind.

Without hesitation, he peeled the [Corrosive Breath] from the rotten flesh of Gruuk, as if extracting a wisp of dark green plague soul, and then precisely "infused" it into the skill slot of an earth elemental.

At the same time, he removed another earth elemental [Rockbreaker Fist], as if unloading a heavy runestone, and "embedded" it into the empty skill slot 3 of the Flesh Gruk.

Ron smirked as he imagined the rotting amalgam slamming down with its barbed fists, spewing poisonous mist at the same time.

Finally, there is the [Giant Bone Kem], which is pieced together from a huge skeleton.

[Name: Giant Bone Kem]

[Race: Undead]

[Level: LV10]

[Experience: 0/108]

[Racial Trait: Skeletal Reconstruction] (Damaged bones can regenerate rapidly)

Skill Slot 1: Bone Shock (Single-target heavy attack), Skill Slot 2: Battle Axe Spin (Area sweep), Skill Slot 3: Empty

Ron examined the enormous bone axe that Giant Bone Kem wielded, which was made of vertebrae:

"A wide-area sweep...if combined with a group knockdown..."

With another thought, he took the [Rock-Shattering Fist] from the third earth elemental, transformed it into a rune imbued with the power of the earth, and imprinted it into Giant Bone Kem's skill slot 3.

"In this way, a single 'battle axe spin' can knock down a group of enemies like a sickle cutting wheat."

"With the destructive power of the Giant Bone Kem, dealing with a mere LV10 adventurer is no problem, unlike those low-level monsters that need to dawdle."

He nodded in satisfaction, a faint glint seemingly flashing in the empty sockets of the Skeleton Tyrant's eyes.

"Miss Carolina."

Ron turned around, his bloodshot eyes flashing in the dimly lit torture chamber:

"Your 'Heretical Lamentation Prison' is now complete. If there are no objections, you can drip blood on it and open the door to 'welcome guests'."

Chapter 32 Black Language Cave Reclamation Order

Carolina's gaze swept across the surroundings like a wisp of smoke—

The earth elemental stood still like an ancient, unchanging mountain; the rotting flesh of Gluck writhed restlessly in the shadows; the withered finger bones of the giant bone Kem gripped the cracked bone axe tightly.

The layout remains simple to the point of being crude, without any trace of exquisite craftsmanship.

Doubts grew like vines in her heart, and her delicate face was filled with distrust.

"Um... when you built Miss Lilith's dungeon, was it also... 'simple'?"

"Of course."

Ron's answer was like the surface of a frozen lake, without a ripple, yet carrying an undeniable certainty:

"What's wrong?"

Since Lilith's grotto also looks like this...

Perhaps beneath this seemingly crude appearance lies a hidden secret?

Carolina suppressed her churning doubts and nodded with a hint of skepticism.

Then, she carefully took out a lord's ring from her inner silk pocket.

The ring's band is crafted from obsidian, set with a dark gemstone, within which countless tiny stars seem to slowly rotate—