Free Web NovelChapter 176: Chapter 176: Welcome to My Dungeon
After his death, the once peaceful dungeon became even more tranquil. Everyone operated within their own independent challenge system. If not for the map Jiang Che displayed for them, they wouldn’t be able to see the Spirit Bodies chasing them—only the challengers constantly running around inside.
If there were enough people during the challenge, perhaps their escapes would interfere with each other, blocking passageways.
With a human death, Jiang Che’s heart remained unchanged.
Even back inside the dungeon, the number of humans who died by his hand was already too great to count.
Though Ding Ning never said anything or blamed him, he knew that the fact the passage between the two worlds opened so quickly now was because he’d been fanning the flames inside it.
But Jiang Che didn’t care. In fact, with the two worlds now connected, there was a trace of secret delight in his heart.
What became of the two worlds—he didn’t care at all.
Xiong Jie didn’t care either. He was a man without much ambition; as long as he survived, had a bit of money, and could play the local tyrant somewhere, that was enough for him.
Zhou Ang didn’t care what happened to either side. He only wanted his mother to be safe and well.
Now that Jiang Che could create his own dungeon, Zhou Ang was considering how to broach the subject with him about bringing his mother here. After all, this place was Jiang Che’s own territory, and he could never feel at ease leaving his mother with someone else.
Though Jiang Che’s side seemed a bit strange, Zhou Ang felt very settled here.
Especially because of Jiang Che’s rule: after someone registered their information in the archive room, that person would belong to the dungeon, and could never die again.
Once the information was registered, they could no longer leave the dungeon for long periods. People like Xiong Jie, who were with Jiang Che almost every day, were not bound by this limitation.
If the dungeon was destroyed, those who had registered their information within it would also disappear along with it.
Zhou Ang didn’t care about this last point; for someone like Jiang Che, able to survive among both humans and spirits, if even he died, Zhou Ang doubted he’d ever find truly safe ground.
Everyone here had their own hidden thoughts. Only Feihu was frowning tightly at this moment, standing in the corner, lost staring at her phone screen.
Seeing Feihu frowning and looking like she had something to say, the others turned their eyes to her.
Xiong Jie immediately knew what was on her mind. "Hey, friend, the fact you aren’t dead means we’ve treated you pretty well."
He didn’t mention anything about favors or mutual cooperation.
If in the beginning, back when he and Jiang Che had just left the dungeon, he did hope Feihu could offer them some help, then by now, after they had saved her, she had very little left she could offer.
The only card she could play to keep Jiang Che on their side was their group’s precise dungeon detection equipment.
Yet now, with the passage between worlds open, even this equipment had become useless.
Xiong Jie didn’t want her telling outsiders that this dungeon belonged to Jiang Che.
"I know..." Feihu said in a low voice.
"I was just wondering, since a dungeon needs to have challenges set before it’s complete, whether we should tell everyone." She had no personal motives here; her own father had already used up his set, and there was no further opportunity to set challenges.
Now she was even worried that a dungeon without challenges would become a fat piece of meat in the eyes of every Lord.
"I think you need to decide whose side you’re on. Now that humans and the Evil Spirits—" Xiong Jie was about to lecture Feihu about this when Jiang Che’s voice sounded in his ear.
"This isn’t a secret. You can tell people." Jiang Che’s expression was calm; in that instant just now, he had thought about many things.
He didn’t seek Feihu’s so-called gratitude for saving her, nor did he care what would happen if people died in his dungeon.
All he thought about was the last time in the Evil Spirit Realm, when he met Ding Ning for just a fleeting moment.
They left in such a hurry, they didn’t even get a proper hug.
The blame lay with certain other Evil Spirit Lords, who trapped Ding Ning.
For the first time, Jiang Che was thinking about so many things. Before, all he wanted was to find his family. Once he did, he realized even reunion was impossible for them.
Whether it was his parents, his wife, or his daughter, all he wanted was to gather and be together—yet that meant crossing dangers beyond count.
The two worlds stood between them. If he tried to meet, other Evil Spirit Lords would try to stop them. Even humans refused to accept his relationship with Ding Ning.
He’d researched the related information; there was no precedent of a human being with a spirit. Humans and Evil Spirits were like water and fire—utterly incompatible.
Jiang Che thought seriously: how could he and Ding Ning be together?
That would require both humans and Evil Spirits to no longer interfere in their lives. He understood the way the world worked now: strength ruled, and the fist held the power.
He thought of two solutions. The first: make himself so powerful that no one would dare gossip in front of him.
The second: prevent anyone from interfering with them.
Ding Ning could barely see him in passing, all because those Lords were obstructing her.
But what if they kept those Lords busy?
Everyone knew that, in terms of combat power, humans were no match for the Evil Spirits.
Most ordinary people believed that Evil Spirits had invaded the peaceful, tranquil world of humans, bringing destruction to human civilization.
But Jiang Che had heard from Ding Ning that the so-called dungeon descents were in fact a way the human elite devised to steal supernatural power from the Evil Spirit Realm.
This information wasn’t disclosed publicly, simply so that humans would bear hatred.
Hatred was always the most stimulating thing for the human heart.
"Just tell what you know. No need to hide anything." Jiang Che stared at Feihu. "It’s fine if you tell them this dungeon is mine."
"But..." Feihu hesitated. Before, no matter how many humans died in a dungeon, no one ever knew.
"This time, the people who came are from Dragon Cloud Tower. This organization isn’t like us."
Everyone in Dragon Cloud Tower talked all about loyalty and justice, preaching the triumph of humanity.
Their slogans were louder than anyone else’s, and they did as they claimed—wholly devoted to humanity.
Flying Tiger Group was different. They talked about working for humanity, interviewed Survivors in advance, and created strategies for humans. But in reality, they were collecting useful information for themselves, always trying to be one step ahead.
Every livestream seemed to be real-time, but actually had a three-minute delay.
When there was truly valuable information, they’d cut the stream at any time or quickly edit the segment out.
"If they find out people were killed by their own..." Feihu glanced at Jiang Che, not finishing her sentence—but everyone understood her meaning.
"Then all the better. I’ll do a livestream. I’ll tell everyone myself." As Jiang Che spoke, he opened Flying Tiger’s livestream app on his phone.
He set the title and propped the phone up in front of him.
[Hello everyone, I’m Jiang Che. Welcome to my dungeon.]
