Chapter 319 < Dungeon Reset 319Usd >

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The rabbit heavily cheers you down, shaking his feet.

[Quick! Build it quickly! If you're late, Vabun will catch up to you!]

“Oh, I know! Do you want to keep me distracted? ”

Jungdown was very busy.

As the air staircase continued to spread, there was a concept of 'floors’ in the hideout where there was nothing.

And the traps were being deployed on top of it in real time. Tr a ns la te d b y Jpｍ tl .ｃ o m

“But isn't it faster to set a trap than the speed at which your shift is going up? ”

The way I see it, my heart is throbbing because I'm afraid I'll catch up. I can't make it faster!]

When I had the chance, I was terrified, but I never accepted the rabbit.

I was sufficiently preoccupied.

If the position of Emperor Bamum was on the first floor, Jungdown was concurrently creating the first and second floors just above his head.

[This is the worst ruins site I've ever seen! We've got a customer coming up from underneath us, and they're laying traps in real time!]

T r ans lated by jpｍtl .c o ｍ “But I'm a little faster, aren't I? ”

[…….]

The rabbit eventually lost his grin when he laughed.

[Phew, that's great. Look at the way she keeps coloring like an egg.]

“I'll take care of my color. Mwahaha.”

[It's not a compliment.]

It was a very ironic situation.

This place, of course, was not an official dungeon ruin, but the situation was similar.

No, in a way, it was the opposite.

If Emperor Baboon was a participant attacking the dungeon, then Jungdown was a dungeon helper welcoming him.

But the problem was that the participant arrived first and started attacking even before building all the dungeons.

In fact, there was one more big problem.

A minimap that follows you straight down!

Inside, there was still the face of Emperor Bamum.

It brings out the worst in life.

T ra n s l a t ed b y jp mt l .c o m “Fight all you want! I'll kill you if I catch you! ”

[Oh, really! Don't you dare talk to me like that!]

“What, what? Talker inspiration? You filthy bastard! How dare you talk to the Emperor like that! ”

[Hmph. Take a shit.]

“ ……! ”

This minimap has been closely monitored by Emperor Bamum as to how he behaves.

But it also had its advantages.

Thanks to this minimap, all the actions of Emperor Bassoon were also being broadcast live to Jungdown.

‘And one more thing. There's something in it for me. With this minimap, you can't even see what my Shadow Servants are doing? ’

Jungdown smiled in contrition.

In fact, it was more difficult to create an environment on the first floor where Emperor Bamum stayed than on the second floor.

And there, one step ahead of Emperor Bamum, the Shadow Servants roam hard.

Voodoo Tofu...!

“You think you can stop me with a joke! ”

Emperor Bamum dashed forward, piercing the cannons of Dungeon Beans flying from all sides.

“The weaker the attack, the more you bounce off with your armor! ” Tr an s lated b y jpm tl .coｍ

Flash!

His sword slashes the bodies of the dungeon beans.

Then I cut through the wall behind him.

Kwam! Kwam!

A wall of clay explodes and the warp collapses.

“No matter how complex the maze may be, it may distract my vision! Destroy them all! ”

Emperor Bamum had no intention of playing around with a pleasant prank.

His sword shatters and slashes all obstacles before his eyes.

However, there was something that he did not notice.

The moment the wall collapsed, the Shadow Servants who were crouching and planting seed potatoes were scattered like cockroaches everywhere.

And he went out of his sight and started planting dungeons again.

Even after that, the Grimbells placed on the first floor were running 'like a jungle' and were erecting the wall with just a gesture of their hands.

And it was not easy for Emperor Ba Boon to notice all those movements because they were literally "shadows."

Occasionally, when I was unluckily hit by debris, it was enough to wake me up again.

As it turned out, there were walls and traps standing in front of him, no matter how far he went. T r an s la te d b y ｊpm tl .coｍ

It was a really ‘chaotic car’.

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Meanwhile, the rabbit was marveling at Emperor Bamum's overwhelming power.

[Oh, man! You scared the shit out of me. I couldn't cut through the wall. I blew it up!]

Eating carrots like a microphone was like a soccer commentator.

A radio broadcast for busy downtime was underway.

[Kyaa! I heard you were a genius witch swordsman! You're a total loser! My sword skills are much higher than Ryu Seung Woo's!]

“What are you talking about? Our Seung Woo oppa is the shooter of Tae Kwon, too. Seungwoo would be better off with a kick and a tai chi. ”

Taekwondo told the culprit what to do with swordsmanship, and a silent radio viewer listened to Ryu Seung-woo.

In a relaxed conversation, Emperor Bhuban and Emperor Bamum muttered on the minimap.

“Don't be arrogant! Who dares to judge the Emperor? Hiding like a coward and giving me this shame! Where are you going up? ”

Ms. Grant? All of a sudden, he's asking where the stairs are. What do I say?]

The rabbit turned around and called for Mr. Jung-Down, who was busy working on the interior.

Then Jung-Dong looked at the rabbit and asked with a puzzled look.

“What? Stairs? There's no such thing. ”

[Ah, I see. I'm sorry, sir? My boss didn't make any stairs.]

“What! No stairs? When did you ask me to come up? ”

You shrug your shoulders in response to the vicious reaction of Emperor Bamum.

“What are you talking about? The whole point is to keep them from coming up. I'm not an idiot. Why build a staircase? ”

[Ahh... Convinced.]

You were right!

At the same time, the rabbit felt peculiar.

At first, they said the lair that they thought was Harun's Ruins was not true, but the interior was changing over time, just like Harun's Ruins.

The rabbit tilts its head.

What is it, déjà vu? There were definitely no stairs. And instead of the stairs....]

And instead of the stairs, there are occasionally large holes in the ceiling.

And there was a door in that hole.

So Harun's participants had to find that hole in order to go up to the top of the ruins.

But...

The hole was actually not a proper passageway.

“...... If there's no way up, just make it yourself. ”

One day, the surrounding area of Emperor Bamum was quiet.

All the dungeon plants that were crazily attacking him were torn to shreds and lying on the ground.

Emperor Bamum stops in the middle and focuses his strength again.

And this time he securely sprinkled his sword against the ceiling above the diagonal.

Krrrrrrr!

The rabbit's eyes widened.

[Huh? I shouldn't have done that!]

“ ……! ”

It was then.

Gurgle!

The ceiling collapsed chaotically, and at the same time a 'slug mucus’ spilled down with enormous dirt.

Slow down!

Over Emperor Bamum's head!

Sheepdog!

“What……! ”

Of course, it was not alive, but once purified clear mucinous matter.

The wet, sticky mucus poured down on Emperor Bamum's head.

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! What is this foul feeling? ”

Tsk, tsk!

Emperor Bamum chews the sticky slug out of his body.

“Oh, rabbit. Will you tell the Emperor to watch the ceiling? I've got a whole bunch of slug mucus all over the ceiling in case I need to climb over it. ”

“ ……! ”

You can say it yourself, but you still have to ask me to pass it on.

“Dead slugs don't do much damage anyway, but they'll get really sticky in your clothes. You'll get more goosebumps every time you move. ”

[Yes, Delivered. You hear that now? That's a lot of money.]

“What the...! ”

That's what I said!

Emperor Bamum was so angry that his blood was about to spill upside down.

Of course, I was angry from the beginning, but now I was not angry in this world.

You avoid it, but the sticky mucus is already pouring into your golden armor.

It was so... awkward!

It was creepy and irritating!

I can't wait to take off my armor and shower first!

“Holy shit! What a pathetic trap! ”

In fact, the armor he was wearing was the armor of paladins blessed by the sun-god.

In other words, messy attacks have defensive power that can be prevented by themselves.

However, this blessing also works when the target is attacking.

Moreover, even with such great armor, it is a structure that people eventually wear and undress, so if you drown, the water seeps in and if you fall into the slug, the slug seeps in.

“Flame! Burn! ”

Bloop!

[Oh, magic? As expected, Grandpa's body is on fire!]

The entire body of Emperor Bamum was filled with flames and quickly burned the slug into his body.

Solia opens her mouth.

[Careful. That's the face of the genius DA. He can use magic as much as he wants without a spell book. And that's just basic magic.]

[Speaking of the abnormal Solia commentator.]

“Yes, I see. Reset it.”

Gurgle!

The ceiling lid was closed again at the end of the sentence.

Emperor Bamum swings his sword, staring at the place with the furious eyes of King Bamum.

“If you are weak to fire, it is no longer a problem. Hike! Hike! ”

Puck!

“ ……! ”

A bean cannon flew in and hit him on the back of the head.

“Mia-.”

With the sound of the cat crying.

Upon coming to his senses, he was once again surrounded by dungeon beans and dungeon potatoes.

“These guys are really.... ”

Emperor Bamum groaned deeply that he was sick of it.

The rabbit cries out with a fluttering tongue.

[Yo-ho! I didn't know the requirements! Fire all at once!]

Tuda da da da da...!

“Please……! Please stop it! These pathetic traps will never harm me! ”

Yes, it is.

This was only a matter of time.

But that's what those bastards wanted.

Krrrrrrr!

After a hard time, he barely makes it to the second floor through the ceiling.

“Up... here! ”

Otherwise, the whole floor was covered in slug slime.

Every time I walked, the soles of my shoes were sticking together and interrupting my movements.

But...

“Tarola, flame! ”

Bloop!

His whole body again winds up in flames, burning the slug and walking forward.

It seemed like nothing, but surprisingly, he was in trouble.

‘Hehe. If you keep burning like this, your magic will continue to consume. I don't know how long this place is gonna last. ’

It wasn't lacking in magical strength.

Rather, it was too much, so it was too much.

But his goal is the number of the world and eternal life.

I had to conserve as much magical power as I could for that great master.

But...

The second floor was worse than it is now.

First of all, the floor was tilted strangely.

And at the end of that slope was a giant king bean, or gorilla golem, rolling a round, large pile of dirt.

“Grrr!”

Like bowling.

My heart is pounding.

“Do you know the Donking Kong? ”

“Please stop……. ”

Emperor Bamum sighed.