Free Web NovelChapter 181: Chapter 181: Just Want to Spend a Little More Time with Family
The intentions of the Dragon Cloud Tower master were all too obvious; he’d just had a conflict with Jiang Che, and now, right in front of Jiang Che, he was asking if killing the dungeon owner would allow one to obtain the dungeon.
Practically everyone could see what he was getting at, but the question itself was reasonable. After all, it was something all high-tier human survivors cared about.
Jiang Che had said that dungeons without set checkpoints could be taken over by others, but what if there was an owner?
No matter the dungeon, once the owner or caretaker died, it became ownerless.
[If the dungeon owner dies and no one absorbs it, and they didn’t have the chance to transfer ownership before dying?] Before Jiang Che could answer, the Dragon Cloud Tower master fired off another question.
[These dungeons originally belonged to evil spirits, but now humans are starting to master this power as well. Doesn’t that mean, besides humans being able to seize ownership, evil spirits can also fight for it?]
He asked several questions in a row, all focused on what would happen after a dungeon owner’s death.
[I think I’m not the only one concerned about this, right?] The Dragon Cloud Tower master threw the question to everyone present.
[We need to know what would happen, so we can think about a solution.]
[And what if a Tier Thirteen human creates a dungeon, then a Tier Twelve human kills him and successfully absorbs it—can they become the new dungeon owner?]
Hearing this line of questioning, Leng Feng started to feel restless.
[Master, don’t mess around!]
This question could have come from anyone, except for the Dragon Cloud Tower master—it simply couldn’t be him.
His hostility against Jiang Che was way too obvious.
Upon hearing Leng Feng’s outburst, the tower master curled his lip, put down his phone, and tossed it directly onto the coffee table.
He was sitting on a long sofa, with his right and left hands—his most trusted lieutenants—on either side of him up front.
Behind them, the spacious living room was full of at least a dozen people.
Originally, he had planned to bring these people to conquer Jiang Che’s dungeon, but now, after finding out it belonged to Jiang Che, the operation was naturally cancelled.
The group stared at the big screen ahead, watching Jiang Che solemnly answer their master’s questions.
"Master, our brothers just died at his hands. Are we really just going to let that go?"
Leng Feng speaking for Jiang Che was hard for them to stomach. Even though Dragon Cloud Tower had a rigid hierarchy, most of the time, they relied on democracy and freedom.
The Dragon Cloud Tower master picked up the tea cup from the table and took a small sip.
The mood in the room grew excessively tense. On the right, one man took the lead in breaking the silence.
"Guess that old saying is true—if a lunatic kills someone, it’s not a crime, right Liu?"
As the second-in-command threw out the question, Liu and the others started to discuss.
"Is he really crazy or just faking it?"
"I checked his background. He’s been in a psychiatric hospital since before all the weirdness started—since he was a kid. Doesn’t seem fake."
"So he’s cured now?"
"That hospital wasn’t about curing anyone—if the patients didn’t get worse, that was already considered good. No way he was cured."
"Besides, can a mental patient really manage a dungeon? If you ask me, the best outcome is for him to die and let someone else take over the dungeon."
"Boss, I’ve got an idea—once you create your own dungeon, if you kill him and steal his, would you not control even more territory and gain more power?"
Just as the Dragon Cloud Tower master was sipping his tea, he paused mid-motion, startled by this suggestion.
It was a good question—one he truly hadn’t considered.
After he stopped talking, only Leng Feng remained, discussing the meetup time with Jiang Che.
Once he and Leng Feng agreed on a time, Jiang Che glanced at the screen.
"As for the previous questions from the master, I’ll answer them now."
As Jiang Che was about to speak, Feihu yanked him aside, pulling the camera away from him.
"You don’t need to answer his questions."
"Just tell everyone what they need to know about creating dungeons. That’s it. The rest is unnecessary. Once they’ve created their dungeon, all they need to do is protect themselves. I doubt anyone is in a hurry to get themselves killed."
The camera no longer focused on Jiang Che, but turned toward the others present.
Only then did the viewers see the rest of the group on camera.
Flying Eagle’s daughter, Feihu, Jiang Che’s ever-present sidekick Xiong Jie, and Zhou Ang—the other young hanger-on who’d often appeared by Jiang Che’s side—were all there.
Aside from Jiang Che, the three wore neat clothing and didn’t have a scratch on them.
High-tier humans could even tell their strengths had greatly increased, especially Zhou Ang and Feihu—both had leapt from ordinary people to Tier Two Peak survivors.
This meant that the group had all survived an SSS-level dungeon with Jiang Che.
Seeing the three, Leng Feng finally confirmed his suspicions—Jiang Che, just like himself, must be a pawn controlled by the evil spirits.
The only upside to being a pawn of the evil spirits was being able to bring many humans through a dungeon alive, allowing them to grow stronger.
The downside, of course, was that once you accepted the evil spirits’ gifts, you were enslaved by them for life.
He sighed. He, too, had carried out many orders from Dark Star, forced into betraying his own people.
But the only reason he’d done those things was to better conceal himself from Dark Star.
He didn’t want Dark Star to realize he could break their control over him.
So why was Jiang Che now telling humans how to create dungeons?
Was it another order from the evil spirits? Another scheme?
"Boss, are we really going to make dungeons too?" Beside Leng Feng, a masked member spoke bitterly—their whole organization was nothing but pawns of Dark Star.
"Make them! Why the hell not?" Leng Feng took a deep breath.
"Even if we know it’s a trap, we have no choice but to play along!" His fist clenched unconsciously at his side.
"Once I meet him, I’ll try to get some useful intel."
"His mental illness probably isn’t cured, but I also believe he can still tell right from wrong! Being crazy doesn’t mean being an idiot."
"Let’s hope he secretly tips us off and tells us what all this is really about."
"Get ready—once we get information, you all start making your own dungeons. Start planning your checkpoints now."
"Yes, boss!" The masked man pounded his fist on his chest.
A muffled thump echoed through his body, his vocal cords and chest ringing with a hoarse, resonant sound.
"Humanity will prevail!"
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"I can answer." Jiang Che ignored Feihu, straightened the phone, and put the camera on himself.
He could sense the Dragon Cloud Tower master’s hostility, but so what?
Survival wasn’t his main goal. He just wanted to give those Evil Spirit Lords some trouble.
And maybe spend a little more time with his family.
