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

Her voice trembled as she voiced her deepest concern, but her gaze remained fixed on the wooden staff.

"Because I once led you to the top!"

Viser's voice was like lava:

"Because we've experienced hell that ordinary people can't even imagine!"

He took a step closer, his eyes burning with intense heat.

"Besides, we have nothing to hold us back now except our lives! How do you know we can't do it if we don't try?!"

At that moment, Mills grinned, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes, and deliberately slammed the small, tattered wooden shield and rusty iron sword together, making a loud clanging sound.

"Boss has found clues about Lambert and Jill! Sister Belin, as long as you nod, our 'Hell Remnants' will be officially reorganized!"

"The remnants of hell"...

She bit her lower lip tightly, her inner struggle raging like a storm.

Finally, the deep-rooted pursuit of the truth of magic, the desire to explore the vast world, and the pride that refused to be crushed by fate overwhelmed the quagmire of despair!

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes like melting ice crystals, the sharp light re-forming.

Without further hesitation, she reached out and firmly and forcefully grabbed the wooden staff that symbolized rebirth!

"it is good!"

Belin's voice was still a little hoarse, but it conveyed an undeniable determination:

"Wait for me... you guys."

She gripped her staff tightly, turning to face her father, Charles, who had remained silent outside the door.

"Father, I'm not going anymore. The adventure isn't over yet!"

……

Thanks to Veronica's intelligence and Viser's indomitable will, Lambert and Gil were also forcefully pulled out of their respective abysses of depravity by Viser.

The location might be in an abandoned clock tower in a small town, in the most secluded corner of a bustling market, or even at the entrance to a dark underground lair...

Every meeting is a reshaping of will and a tempering of belief.

As the setting sun bathed Emerald Town in its last intense crimson hue, five figures stood upright on the desolate open ground outside the town, a place that had witnessed their rebirth.

Viser (former warrior, now LV1), Mills (former shield warrior, now LV1), Belin (former frost mage, now LV1), Lambert (former shadow assassin, now LV1), Gil (former light priest, now LV1).

Damaged weapons: a rusty one-handed sword, a dusty, simple wooden shield, an ordinary but straight wooden staff, a short dagger with a slightly rolled edge, and a small wooden mallet with a dry and cracked surface.

The lowest quality armor includes: worn-out leather armor, tattered leather linings, faded or even patched cloth robes, oil-stained night-walking garments, and dull linen ceremonial robes.

Five Level 1 adventurers.

His equipment was tattered, making him look like a beggar.

The level has been reset to zero.

All the glory of the past has vanished like water.

However, their eyes were brighter than ever before, like blades that had been tempered!

It burned with a deep-seated hatred, an unyielding stubbornness, and...

A pure and ultimate light of adventurers, like a flame rising from the ashes!

The new "Hell Remnant Army" squad is reborn from the ashes!

……

When Ron pushed open Carolina's familiar carved wooden door, he wasn't greeted by the usual warm welcome, but rather a cold rejection:

"Heretical prison? We don't need you to maintain it anymore."

Ron paused, his steps halting as he stepped across the threshold. He frowned, looking at Carolina, who sat by the window, deliberately avoiding his gaze.

"What have I done to offend you?"

The last time they met, he was still pondering how to explain to Carolina Duke Cedric's decision to ask him to move out, but before he could even utter a word, she had already told him to leave.

He was secretly relieved that he had avoided an awkward situation, but he couldn't figure out why her attitude had suddenly changed.

Busy with upgrading the Black Language Cave, this matter was put on hold.

It now seems that Carolina does indeed have some reservations about herself.

Carolina's slender fingers unconsciously twirled a strand of silver hair before she finally turned her head, her azure eyes falling emotionlessly on Ron standing in the doorway.

After a brief silence, she seemed to realize that holding it in was pointless, so she simply confessed:

"I had you move in with me before, and have you work part-time designing the dungeon for me, because I wanted to..."

She paused, her tone tinged with helplessness:

"I want you to get familiar with this place so that it will be easier to poach you and make you my exclusive designer later."

Ron suddenly realized.

This seems to be the reason why the Duke of Cedric increased the penalty for breach of contract.

The Duke had already seen through Carolina's plan and increased his stakes ahead of time.

A hint of melancholy crept across Carolina's delicate face:

"Later, Lilith came to me. She said she was willing to pay a large sum of money to let me leave, on the condition that I give her 'Ron' to her."

She sighed softly and looked out the window:

“I think she made such a big concession because she cared about our sisterly relationship. In this situation, how could I possibly hurt her feelings and steal her boyfriend for my own selfish reasons?”

Ron was speechless; he had no idea there was such a deal behind it all.

That's why I was so heartless as to drive you away.

Carolina turned around, her eyes filled with a resolute look:

"Only by distancing myself from you can I suppress the urge to poach you. Over time, this thought will naturally fade."

That's it!

Ron was speechless for a moment.

If Carolina hadn't brought it up today, he would still be in the dark.

Considering that Duke Cedric decisively increased the penalty for breach of contract, it was probably to thwart Carolina's plan.

"But aren't we doing just fine as we are now?"

Ron tried to sort out his thoughts:

"You need my professional design skills, and I can help you solve problems part-time without switching jobs. It's a win-win situation, so why do you have to poach me entirely?"

He simply couldn't understand the key to this.

Carolina rolled her eyes at him, annoyed.

"Anyway, we have to keep our distance now! I'm afraid that if I see you or talk to you, those feelings will resurface!"

Her tone was a little defiant.

Ron was completely baffled; this girl's logic was truly unfathomable.

"Do not worry!"

He solemnly assured:

"Even if you go to great lengths to poach me, I will not leave Lilith."

"Oh?"

Carolina raised an eyebrow slightly, and for the first time, her eyes revealed obvious curiosity:

"why?"

Ron recounted how he had experience and skills but was looked down upon by everyone, and how only Lilith insisted on hiring him despite the immense pressure:

“She gave me the opportunity and proved my worth. I will never betray her kindness.”

His voice was calm, yet it conveyed a firm resolve.

Chapter 81 Perkins

Upon hearing this reason, Carolina's slightly furrowed brows relaxed, and the corners of her mouth even couldn't help but subtly curve upwards into a small smile.

As long as it's not because of feelings...

The little bit of unease in her heart instantly dissipated.

"How about this."

She suddenly stood up, her tone becoming much lighter:

“Go find Sister Lilith and ask her directly. As long as she agrees, you can continue to work part-time to help me maintain the heretic prison.”

She specifically emphasized the word "part-time":

"Then let's continue our cooperation as before."

Ron thought about it and realized that this was indeed the safest approach:

"Okay. If she doesn't agree, I'll just leave it at that. Is that alright?"

Carolina also felt that the suggestion was fair and reasonable. As long as Lilith confirmed that she didn't mind, then she had nothing to worry about.

"Ok!"

She finally smiled slightly and stepped aside to make way for the path into the room.

"Come in, what are you standing there for? I'll make you something to eat. Didn't you say that soup was good last time?"

Ron's eyes lit up without any attempt to hide it:

"...I really do want to."

The taste of that soup is indeed exceptionally vivid in my memory.

First, have some soup, then you'll need to go to the Monster Black Market to buy manpower and start building the brand new D-grade Black Language Cave.