The maze was built starting with the mother skeleton replenishing its magic.

Lance never imagined that one day he would be able to visit the home of another dungeon's owner as a guest.

note.

It's a "home," not a maze.

Edmund actually owns a house here.

It was a simple bungalow with only basic furniture inside—Lance didn't know if Edmund needed to sleep.

Anyway, Lance doesn't need to sleep.

The two sat down at a wooden round table, without any snacks or drinks.

Anyway, Lance can't drink alcohol.

"Ask away," Edmund said calmly, placing his fists on the table. "I don't know much."

Compared to the tense atmosphere of their first meeting, Edmund was much calmer now.

Perhaps it's because they've reached an agreement on their interests, or perhaps he needs something from her, Lance thought.

At least they were able to communicate; he did indeed have many questions.

"Let me introduce myself before we begin," Lance said. "My name is Lance, and I am the master of the Kru Labyrinth."

After saying that, Lance looked at Edmund and stared at him for a long time without the other saying a word.

After a while, he repeated it again.

"My name is Lance, and I am the master of the Kru Labyrinth."

"I can hear you." Edmund's voice grew deeper, seemingly tinged with confusion. "I don't remember who I am, what my name is, what I've been through, I remember nothing."

No wonder the race section says "The Forgotten," they've even forgotten themselves.

"Edmund... does that name remind you of anything?" Lance tentatively suggested.

Edmund shook his head.

In most cases, this requires treatment by a renowned doctor.

"Let's talk about what happened in the labyrinth first." Lance changed the subject and became serious. "My guess is that Glenn activated some kind of skill on the first floor of the labyrinth, forcibly dragging my karma into it. At that time, the thought 'I should go check on Glenn' inexplicably popped into my head."

"Who is Glenn?"

"A human being."

"I hate humans."

You've forgotten your name, but you haven't forgotten that you hate humans, have you?

Edmund paused, then said, "The thought popped into my head, 'Maybe a layer of skulls can help me regain my memories.'"

No wonder he's so friendly to him now, Lance thought.

However, this further confirms Lance's conjecture that the message appearing in his mind was not a "distress signal" at all, but rather something that bound Lance and Edmund together causally.

Now, both of them are involved in the incident, which leads to them sitting at a table in the "core" of the labyrinth, exchanging information.

"However, I found a familiar feeling in one of the humans on the first floor," Edmund said. "Perhaps it's Glenn, the one you mentioned."

Familiarity?

Lance was taken aback.

So Glenn's full name is Glenn Edmund, which Lance originally thought was just a coincidence.

In other words, "Edmund" is Glenn's surname, so he is very likely a descendant of the first Edmund in front of him.

"I could feel that he was dying," Edmund added.

Let's not jump around like that!

How come you were talking about familiarity one second and then saying the other person is about to die the next?

"He's dying," Edmund said calmly. "If, as you say, the messages appearing in my head originate from his abilities, then the way to regain my memories might lie with him, so you can't let him die."

"Why me?" Lance asked.

"Because I hate humans," Edmund said.

"..."

Lance felt that the rigid knight in front of him didn't seem like the type to joke around.

So Glenn is really dying?

Is it a skill backlash or something else?

unknown.

However, at least the first problem has been solved, namely "the messages that appeared in the minds of the two people", so Glenn's declaration of death can be put aside for now.

Next, the second one.

"I want to know, what exactly is the 'core' of the labyrinth?"

"You only recently became the master of the labyrinth, didn't you?" Edmund glanced at him, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Dominator" sounds much better than "Master of the Labyrinth".

"Indeed, I haven't been in office for very long," Lance nodded.

"This is the 'core' that only the ruler of the labyrinth can enter. The monsters in the 'core' are divided into two types: natives and rulers. The rulers are of higher status than the natives."

"The 'core' is like a city full of monsters, but I don't know exactly what kind of monsters there are. I haven't been here for long."

"As for why this 'core' exists, and what its purpose is, no one knows."

"But what is certain is that the reason the monsters in the labyrinth don't die is because of the existence of the 'core,' which protects the monsters. And the creator of all this is at the top of that white gold tower, known as the 'King of the Labyrinth.'"

Lance's eyes widened—if he had eyes at all.

The King of the Labyrinth sits atop the tower, so what am I?

In an instant, countless fateful events flashed through Lance's mind, such as "He will replace the old king and become the new king of the labyrinth."

After a moment's hesitation, Lance asked, "Can I go up to the top of that tower?"

"Unless you become the new king of the labyrinth."

"How do you become the King of the Maze?"

bass--

Edmund drew his sword.

"Only after defeating all the masters of the labyrinths will you be qualified to challenge the 'King of the Labyrinth'."

The meaning is clear: if you want to be king, then fight me first, and we'll talk after you win.

This is truly a "maze-like" form of bullying, with senior members taking advantage of junior members.

But you know what, it actually makes sense logically.

Because the monsters in the maze cannot leave the maze, the rulers can meet in the "core" to make it easier to defeat other rulers and become king.

In addition to the "core", each ruler also needs to manage their own labyrinth, which is something that other rulers cannot interfere with.

Lance is an exception; he can open portals to poach employees from other companies.

"Now that the questions are asked, it's time to settle our score."

Edmund stood up, sword in hand.

"Wait a minute! What grudge do we have against each other?"

Before he finished speaking, Edmund's longsword was already pointed at Lance, its blade burning with white flames.

"You trespassed into my labyrinth and stole my labyrinth's monsters. How do you intend to settle this score?"

"Calm down and listen to me."

Lance waved his hand as he stood up.

He's only level 30-something, how could he possibly beat Edmund!

"Navigating through mazes is my talent; don't you think it's a very strategic talent?"

Edmund remained in his previous position, showing no intention of drawing his sword, clearly giving Lance a chance to finish speaking.

"Each dungeon is independent of the others, and I have observed that the monsters' physical forms seem to be fixed, meaning that monsters cannot grow up or reproduce to increase their numbers."

"Monsters leave behind corpses when they die, but when the dungeon refreshes, the corpses that were originally in the dungeon will disappear, so you can't farm materials infinitely by dying."

"Aside from the fact that the dungeon will occasionally add some monsters of the same type, there is no other way to increase them."

"In this situation, my skills can bring more types of monsters into your dungeon; we can cooperate!"

Seeing Edmund slowly sheath his longsword, Lance breathed a sigh of relief and continued his manipulative tactics.

"We can send some of our monsters into each other's dungeons. This will increase the variety of monsters in the dungeons and make things more difficult for adventurers... By the way, why do you want to run a dungeon?"

Edmund stared at Lance silently for a long while before speaking:

"I didn't run the maze; I did it to recover my memories."

At this moment, Lance suddenly realized that not every labyrinth master seemed to have such an ambitious heart as him.

Strive to build a maze, continuously upgrade it to understand the truth of the world, and become the "King of the Maze".

Many more labyrinth masters, like Edmund, were forcibly given the position of master and had no intention of managing the labyrinth at all.

They might spend all their time in the "core" and not go back to visit more than a few times a year.

Lance likes this kind of thing; he can steal your house without you even knowing it.

"Skull, I know what you're up to," Edmund said. "I promise you, if you can help me regain my memories, the entire Starfall Labyrinth is yours. I can even personally guard your labyrinth."

Holy crap!

"Actually, I have another talent," Lance said in a very serious tone, "...I can see fragments of the memories of the monsters I kill before they died. If you don't mind..."

bass--

Edmund drew part of his sword.

"Fine, don't believe me then! But why are you drawing your sword again?!"

"No, I believe you." Edmund's tone was surprisingly serious. "Your abilities are amazing, but if you want to kill me, then come and challenge me fair and square."

"Take this sword, and I'll settle the score for you abducting the monster from me."

After saying that, Edmund suddenly drew his longsword and used a "drawing sword slash" to smash Lance's head in one blow with the blade that was covered in white flames.

It turns out that sheathing the sword wasn't a matter of politeness, but rather a starting gesture.

I never expected that even though I'm already over level 30, I would experience being one-shotted again.

It was right to tell Angelica what would happen to her beforehand.

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