Chapter 137: Let’s Start The Outbreak (part 1)

Chapter 137: Chapter 137: Let’s Start The Outbreak (part 1)

He continued gathering information for several more days, confirming what he had heard from different adventurers. Once he was satisfied, he returned to the throne room and began preparing for the upcoming event.

Another day passed.

Inside the throne room, Ragnar sat on his throne with the system interface floating before him.

He opened the monster shop and navigated to the Level 40 monster section.

There were several options available, but his attention quickly settled on one particular entry.

Ragnar studied the information for a moment.

The Cryptblade Sentinels were exactly what he needed. Their strength wasn’t limited to individual combat ability. Their formation skills and sturdy defenses made them particularly useful when fighting against large groups of enemies.

He already had fifteen of them stationed in the Ancient Ruins on the second floor. Adding another fifteen would bring their total population to thirty.

"Purchase fifteen units."

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION: Purchase Successful]

[Fifteen Cryptblade Sentinels have been added to the dungeon.

Soul Points Spent: 60

Remaining Soul Points: 0]

The moment the purchase was completed, Ragnar’s Soul Points dropped to zero.

He glanced at the notification before closing the shop.

Thirty Cryptblade Sentinels.

That was a considerable force of Level 40 undead warriors. Their presence would greatly strengthen his dungeon’s overall fighting capability, particularly if they were deployed together.

Ragnar stood up from his throne.

His transformed human appearance gradually disappeared, revealing his true demonic form. His body expanded until he stood four meters tall, his muscular frame covered in obsidian and crimson armor. His backward-curving horns cast a long shadow across the throne room, while the enormous demonic greatsword rested against his back.

His glowing eyes turned toward the system interface.

For several days, he had been gathering information and waiting for the right opportunity. Now that the strongest adventurers of Lufast City would be away, he had finally decided on the timing.

He opened the Dungeon Outbreak Quest notification once again.

[Dungeon Outbreak Quest]

[Objective: Destroy Hetin Town.]

[Reward Options:]

[1. Upgrade Race: High Demon]

[2. Change Race: Dragonborn]

[3. Change Race: High Angel]

Ragnar looked at the quest for a moment before extending his hand.

"Now, let’s start the dungeon outbreak."

The moment he accepted the quest, the system interface changed.

[Dungeon Outbreak Initiated

Target: Hetin Town

Objective: Destroy the settlement.

Status: In Progress]

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Inside the dungeon’s entrance hall, everything appeared to be proceeding as usual.

Adventurers gathered in small groups, discussing their next expeditions and looking for suitable companions. Some were checking the notice boards for information about available quests, while others stood near the registration counter, waiting to pay their entrance fees.

Merchants continued advertising their goods, hoping to attract customers among the steady stream of adventurers returning from their explorations.

The sound of lively conversations filled the enormous hall.

Near one of the stalls, a merchant was bargaining with an adventurer over the price of a magic stone. A few others were gathered around a table, enjoying their meals and discussing the monsters they had encountered inside the dungeon.

Even the middle-aged woman running the small eatery was busy serving customers, occasionally calling out to her young assistant to bring another platter of roasted meat.

It was an ordinary day.

Nobody expected anything unusual to happen.

After all, the dungeon had been operating under the management of Lufast City for quite some time. Although it was dangerous, adventurers had gradually become accustomed to its monsters and the various challenges found within its floors.

However, that peaceful atmosphere was suddenly shattered.

RUMBLE!

A deep vibration spread throughout the entire entrance hall.

The tables shook, cups and plates rattled, and several items fell from the merchants’ stalls. The magical lights hanging from the ceiling flickered repeatedly, while the enormous stone pillars trembled as though the entire structure was about to collapse.

"What the hell was that?!"

"An earthquake?"

"Everyone, get away from the pillars!"

The adventurers immediately stopped what they were doing and looked around in confusion. Some merchants hurriedly grabbed their valuable goods, while others stared at the ceiling, wondering whether the dungeon was about to collapse.

Before anyone could figure out what was happening, another violent tremor struck.

BOOM!

This time, the vibration was much stronger.

Several people lost their balance, and a wooden table overturned. The middle-aged woman inside the eatery grabbed the edge of the counter to keep herself from falling, while her assistant hurriedly moved away from the shelves.

"What is happening?!"

"Is the dungeon collapsing?"

"That can’t be right! We’ve never experienced anything like this before!"

The confusion continued for several seconds.

Then, a sudden commotion erupted near the enormous doorway leading into the dungeon.

"GET OUT!"

"RUN! EVERYONE, RUN!"

"THE MONSTERS ARE COMING!"

A group of adventurers came rushing out of the dungeon.

Their appearances were disheveled, and several of them were covered in blood. One man had a deep wound across his shoulder, while another was limping badly, supported by his companion. Their faces were pale, and their eyes were filled with terror.

They weren’t behaving like adventurers who had encountered a particularly dangerous monster.

They looked as though they had witnessed something truly horrifying.

The people inside the hall immediately turned toward them.

"What happened?"

"Why are you running?"

"Did you encounter a boss monster?"

However, the returning adventurers didn’t bother answering their questions. They continued rushing toward the exit, desperately trying to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the dungeon.

One of them suddenly turned around and shouted at everyone.

"THE MONSTERS ARE COMING OUT! GET AWAY FROM THE ENTRANCE!"

His warning caused another wave of confusion.

"What?"

"What do you mean the monsters are coming out?"

"That’s impossible! Monsters can’t leave the dungeon!"

But before anyone could question him further, another adventurer emerged from the doorway, practically stumbling as he ran.

His armor was damaged, his sword was missing, and his entire body was trembling.

"This... this is a Dungeon Outbreak!"

The moment those words were spoken, the entire entrance hall fell silent.

A Dungeon Outbreak.

Everyone present knew what those words meant.

It was one of the most dangerous events that could occur when a dungeon’s monsters suddenly invaded the surrounding settlement. Unlike ordinary dungeon exploration, where adventurers entered the dungeon to hunt monsters, an outbreak turned the situation around.