Chapter 136: High Demon, Dragonborn, High Angel

Chapter 136: Chapter 136: High Demon, Dragonborn, High Angel

Ragnar stared at the notification.

For several seconds, he didn’t move.

"...What?"

His eyes widened as he read the quest description again, making sure he hadn’t misunderstood anything.

A Dungeon Outbreak Quest?

Destroy Hetin Town?

He slowly leaned forward, his attention fixed on the three rewards displayed before him.

"High Demon... Dragonborn... High Angel?"

Even after reading the notification several times, Ragnar still found it difficult to believe what he was seeing.

This was something he had never encountered before.

He had played Dungeon Maker for countless hours in his previous life. He knew its mechanics, understood its progression system, and was familiar with the various quests available to Dungeon Masters. However, there had never been a quest like this in the original game.

Dungeon Outbreaks existed, of course. They were special events in which monsters from a dungeon invaded nearby settlements, creating an opportunity for Dungeon Masters to earn additional rewards. However, the original game never offered something as extraordinary as changing one’s entire race.

And the choices were anything but ordinary.

"High Demon..."

Ragnar’s gaze lingered on the first option.

He was already a Demon, but according to the system, he could evolve into a High Demon. He didn’t know exactly how much stronger that would make him, but the difference between an ordinary demon and a higher-ranking demon was unlikely to be insignificant.

Then there was the second option.

"Dragonborn..."

His expression became even more serious.

Dragons were among the most powerful races in the world. Even a dragon’s bloodline was considered extraordinarily valuable, and creatures possessing draconic characteristics were often feared by other races.

If changing his race to Dragonborn granted him access to draconic abilities, it could potentially open up an entirely new path of development.

However, the third option was what surprised him the most.

"High Angel?"

Ragnar narrowed his eyes.

He was currently a Demon, yet the system was offering him the opportunity to become a High Angel. It was almost absurd.

Demons and angels were natural enemies in many fantasy settings. Their powers and characteristics were usually fundamentally different, and the idea of a demon changing into an angel was something he had never expected to see.

But the system didn’t seem to care about such distinctions.

It was offering him the choice.

Ragnar opened the detailed information for the rewards, hoping to learn more about the three races. Unfortunately, the system only provided brief descriptions and confirmed that each transformation would unlock a separate selection of race-specific skills.

That last detail caught his attention.

"Race-specific skills..."

His eyes narrowed slightly as he considered the implications.

Until now, the skills available to him had primarily been determined by his level and existing abilities. As he advanced, stronger skills became available, allowing him to gradually improve his combat strength.

But if each race had its own exclusive skills, then changing his race would essentially open up an entirely new skill category.

High Demon skills.

Dragonborn skills.

High Angel skills.

He couldn’t help but wonder what kinds of abilities were hidden within those categories.

Would High Demon skills focus on destructive demonic energy and physical enhancement? Would Dragonborn skills grant him powerful elemental abilities, draconic scales, or even a breath attack? And what about High Angel skills? Would they include holy magic, healing abilities, or powerful light-based attacks?

The possibilities were endless.

Ragnar rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"This is quite a reward..."

He couldn’t deny that the quest was tempting. Reaching Level 50 had already been a significant milestone, and the possibility of obtaining an entirely new racial evolution made the next stage of his development even more exciting.

However, there was one problem.

The quest objective.

Destroy Hetin Town.

Ragnar’s expression gradually became serious.

He knew exactly where Hetin Town was. It was the settlement closest to his dungeon, and many of the adventurers who entered his dungeon came from there. The town also served as an important source of information about human society, particularly now that he had begun interacting with adventurers under Gil’s identity.

Ragnar leaned back against his throne and stared at the quest notification.

"So the system is finally giving me something interesting..."

Ragnar brought up his status screen.

[Name: Ragnar Lindgren

Level: 50

Race: Demon

Soul points: 46

Skills: Basic Physical Enhancement, Minor Regeneration, Intermediate Physical Enhancement, Intermediate Strength Enhancement, Intermediate Magic Resistance, Tempest Slash, Intermediate Regeneration]

He had finally reached Level 50.

After all the battles and the continuous stream of adventurers entering his dungeon, his strength had increased considerably. His Soul Points had also accumulated to 46, giving him enough resources to purchase several valuable upgrades or monsters.

Yet, compared to the rewards offered by the new quest, those resources suddenly seemed far less important.

Ragnar continued staring at his status screen for a while before closing it.

Although the rewards offered by the Dungeon Outbreak Quest were tempting, he wasn’t foolish enough to rush into something without preparation. Destroying Hetin Town would not be as simple as sending a few monsters through its gates. The town had adventurers, guards, and potentially powerful individuals capable of defending it.

More importantly, Lufast City had taken control of the dungeon’s management. If Hetin Town came under attack, the city would undoubtedly respond.

He needed to know when the strongest adventurers would be absent.

Fortunately, he already had a way to gather information.

Gil’s identity.

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Over the following days, Ragnar continued appearing in the entrance hall under his human appearance. He occasionally joined adventurers exploring the dungeon, visited the stalls, and spent time listening to their conversations. He also made sure to maintain his relationship with Venn’s group, allowing him to hear various rumors about the adventurers operating in the region.

He gradually learned more about the surrounding settlements and the people responsible for managing the dungeon.

However, one particular piece of information caught his attention.

The strongest adventurers in Lufast City had a habit of returning to the city every weekend.

Ragnar immediately recognized the opportunity.

’So that’s when I should make my move.’

He didn’t know exactly how many powerful adventurers would remain in Hetin, but the number would certainly be much lower than usual. Without the strongest groups nearby, the town’s defenses would have a harder time dealing with a sudden dungeon outbreak.