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

A sudden exclamation, like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly drew the attention of all the nobles in the banquet hall.

Under the swaying magic crystal chandelier, the figures who were originally chatting and laughing and clinking glasses all turned their gazes to the center of the hall.

There floated a huge magical crystal ball, flowing with a deep, dark blue light.

At this moment, the light on the surface of the sphere rippled violently, like the surface of water after a stone has been thrown in.

In the sequence area representing the E-level dungeon, the four ancient runes of "Black Whisper Caves" are flashing wildly with dazzling platinum light.

Like a small sun suddenly illuminating itself, it stands in stark contrast to the other dim names around it, forcefully capturing everyone's attention.

"A land reclamation order?!"

Someone gasped in disbelief, their voice filled with disbelief.

"The Adventurers' Guild has issued a raiding order..."

Another voice murmured in response, expressing the sentiments of everyone present.

In the continent of adventurers, the raiding order is issued by the supreme adventurer guild, announcing the start of the challenge to a certain dungeon.

This is not merely a call to valiant adventurers; the magical ripples it stirs will inevitably be projected onto this azure crystal ball through the unique network of connections within the underworld.

The announcement was made in such an unquestionable "highlighted" manner:

The Adventurers' Guild must conquer this dungeon at all costs.

This is a threat, but also an honor!

Behind this highlighting lies the most fundamental law of the underworld:

Social mobility!

For the countless commoners struggling at the bottom of the dungeon, the only way to escape their lowly status and join the ranks of the revered nobility is through a path fraught with thorns.

The dungeon they meticulously built and guarded was recognized by the Adventurers' Guild for its ingenious design and extraordinary difficulty, leading to the issuance of a "raiding order".

This is not only the highest praise for the dungeon's craftsmanship, but also an unparalleled medal of honor.

After all, a dilapidated and unchallenging junkyard is simply not worth the attention of the Adventurers' Guild.

Once the decree to open up the underground city is issued, the designer and lord of that underground city will immediately gain the favor of the highest ruler of the underworld and be granted the title of nobles!

This is almost an ironclad rule.

However, this ironclad rule usually only exists in legends and is only proven in those S-class dungeons that are like the backbone of the world!

In the past, the Adventurers' Guild's discerning eyes only ever fell upon S-rank dungeons that were so vast they were suffocating.

Therefore, the nobles surrounding the azure crystal ball at this moment all have their titles and insignia built upon the foundation of those majestic S-class dungeons.

But now——

"E...E level?!"

Among the nobles, Count Bacchus's well-maintained face, which always carried a hint of arrogance, was gradually darkening, as if it had been splashed with ink.

He stared intently at the flickering "Black Language Cavern," and forced out an incredulous growl through clenched teeth:

"The Adventurers' Guild...Are they insane? Giving away...an E-rank?! A raiding order?!"

His glass remained at his lips, the cold liquor seemingly unable to extinguish the shock and indescribable frustration in his heart.

But Ron, the protagonist caught in the eye of the storm, was completely caught off guard.

He never expected that the Black Language Cave, which he had casually designed, would be the subject of an adventurer's guild issuing a raiding order.

This is something that has never happened before in the game.

Standing beside him was Carolina, whose beautiful ruby-like eyes shone with a brilliance far brighter than any lamplight.

She immediately moved closer to Ron and quickly explained in a clear tone, tinged with excitement and disbelief:

"Ron! The Adventurers' Guild has issued a decree to clear Blackwhisper Caves! Congratulations! According to the ironclad rules of the underworld, you are about to become a nobleman, a respected knight!"

"It won't be long before a messenger arrives to invite you to the formal investiture ceremony."

Chapter 40 Lilith's Surprise

"Oh?"

The fog in Ron's mind instantly dissipated, revealing a knowing expression:

"So that's how the nobles of the underworld came to be."

He was very familiar with the term "reclaiming wasteland".

In my past life, when I played games, it was commonplace for me to join top teams to conquer new dungeons.

He knew all too well who the pioneers were—they were all the best of the best, with gleaming equipment and plenty of potions; the word "elite" was practically etched onto each of them.

"Oops!"

Ron suddenly realized the key point:

"If a bunch of guys flood into my Black Language Cave, won't my success rate skyrocket?!"

Carolina understood his concerns and nodded helplessly.

"That's absolutely true. From the moment the Adventurers' Guild issued the raid order, your noble status was already established. This is a historic event! As for the success rate..."

She sighed softly, her tone tinged with relief:

"Being outpaced by the elite team is something we can't do anything about. Their goal is to clear the game, and it's hard for us to stop this spearhead built from experience, equipment, and willpower."

"no!"

Ron interrupted her without hesitation, his habitually strict self-discipline making him instinctively resist the idea:

"Even a raiding party won't do! I can't just watch my clear rate skyrocket like this!"

He was heartbroken because he earned less money!

I feel even more sorry for Miss Lilith.

Having made up his mind, Ron immediately turned around and walked straight toward the host of the banquet—

Lord Martel, who was Carolina's father.

"Lord Martel, I must return immediately."

Ron got straight to the point, with the eagerness typical of young people:

"The situation in the dungeon is urgent. I need to keep an eye on it to prevent those pioneers from actually raising my clear rate!"

Lord Martel's gaze toward Ron was now different from it had been just minutes before.

Previously, this young man, who came from a humble background but possessed amazing dancing skills, was merely a commoner friend brought by his daughter, and a polite perfunctory response was sufficient.

But now, the platinum-like radiance of the pioneering order is like an invisible, noble robe that drapes Ron in a future of unparalleled brilliance!

With an E-level dungeon that defies the odds and grants a noble title, its potential is simply immeasurable!

Lord Martel's face instantly broke into a smile far warmer than before. He even reached out and, with the air of a senior comforting a junior, patted Ron's shoulder firmly, speaking earnestly:

"Sir Ron! Listen, with the Opening Order in hand, it's only natural that the completion rate will be boosted!"

"Even in the most challenging S-rank dungeons, it's common for the success rate to be pushed to over 60% or 70% when facing elite raiding teams!"

"Don't worry! This is only temporary! Once the initial development period is over, you can gradually adjust and optimize the traps and mechanisms, and it will naturally decline."

"No, Your Excellency."

Ron shook his head vigorously, his eyes filled with unwavering determination:

"I absolutely cannot stand idly by and tolerate them raising my success rate, not even with the pioneering orders!"

His words were firm and resolute. After saying his piece, he bid farewell without hesitation, turned around, and strode quickly through the crowd toward the area where guests of the Martel family's house were to rest.

At this moment, all Ron wanted was to get back to the studio immediately.

Lord Martel watched Ron's departing figure, his smile deepening, revealing a worldly-wise magnanimity, and spoke loudly to his several colleagues with complex expressions:

"Gentlemen, it's always a good thing for young people to have lofty goals; it deserves encouragement. Even if they don't ultimately achieve them, their spirit is truly remarkable!"

His words were filled with the subtext that "this child has a bright future, I have long had my eye on him."

As he spoke, he subtly winked at his daughter, Carolina.

The dark-haired beauty understood and immediately walked closer.

When Carolina leaned closer, Lord Martel leaned down slightly and asked in a low voice, his tone revealing the keen insight characteristic of a businessman:

"Carolina, you're saying that Ron and Lilith, Duke Cedric's daughter... their relationship is just that of employer and employee?"

Upon receiving his daughter's confirmation that it was "just an employment arrangement," Lord Martel's eyes practically gleamed with delight, his joy barely concealed.

He lowered his voice and spoke faster:

“Listen, my dear daughter! You need to get to know this Ron better, build a good relationship with him! Then, find an opportunity, through that Miss Lilith…”

He winked meaningfully:

"Let's sound them out and see what their employment contracts are like... How much is the penalty for breach of contract? We need to act fast! This deal is absolutely worth it!"

"If we can poach this genius of dungeon design and have him build a dungeon specifically for you, our family's strength will definitely leap to a whole new level!"

Lord Martel, increasingly convinced of the urgency of the matter, added solemnly:

"This matter must be expedited! There are probably more than one person eyeing this lucrative opportunity now! We can't let others get there first!"

Carolina's beautiful eyes flickered slightly; her father's words struck a chord with her.

She nodded vigorously, then, without lingering, lifted her skirt and gracefully passed through the still buzzing crowd.

……

In a working-class neighborhood, living in cramped quarters.

Lilith had already woken up in the cramped, dimly lit house in the old town.

At this moment, she was sitting nervously in front of the simple communication crystal ball, her fair fingers unconsciously twisting together as she anxiously awaited the data update after the dungeon reopened.

The maid, Alyssa, also stood quietly by, watching the slowly scrolling information flow on the crystal ball.

Suddenly, the soft light flowing inside the crystal ball abruptly disappeared, and then the four unique characters "Black Language Cave" instantly lit up with a dazzling platinum radiance!