Reverse Dungeon Chapter 150

Ian imdiately teleported the others who tried to follow him into the dungeon before sprinting toward Naita Village.

What greeted him there was a scene so absurd that his mind blanked for a second.

“You filthy bastards! You were trying to starve us to death!”

Moiken was violently shaking an elderly dwarf back and forth.

The old dwarf had a beard like Santa Claus, a body built like a barrel, and legs so absurdly short it looked as though soone had compressed him vertically with a giant press. Naturally, he was nowhere near an elf’s height, which ant Moiken had lifted him completely off the ground by the collar.

The dwarf dangled helplessly, choking between coughs.

“L-let... go...! We didn’t—! Cough! Cough!”

“Return Lord Naita, you savages!”

“You traitors to your race! How dare you disgrace elven pride?!”

The surrounding dwarves shouted furiously, waving spears and stones.

Ian imdiately searched for Genea.

Sohow, inside the circle of hostiles, there were only Moiken and the elderly dwarf.

Genea was—

“Lord Ian!”

—standing calmly outside the confrontation with her arms crossed beside Hiikan, the elf ranger vice commander.

“...?”

anwhile, Moiken roared like an enraged bear.

“You want to see the pride of the elves?! Fine! I’ll show you!”

“Ack—! Cough!”

“L-Lord Naita!”

What the hell is happening?!

The elderly dwarf being shaken to death by Moiken was none other than the “scholar” Naita himself.

Ian felt a headache coming on instantly.

“What the hell happened here?!”

Genea approached with an apologetic look.

“I attempted to stop him, but Hiikan judged the situation dangerous and fired the signal flare. There is no issue on our side.”

“There is a massive issue right in front of !”

“...Pardon?”

“Stop your brother!”

Losing Naita here was absolutely not an option.

Genea looked genuinely confused by Ian’s reaction.

Before she could answer, another commotion erupted nearby as a group of dwarves burst from the forest.

Their faces were sared with soot, demonic ritual branches still tangled in their hair. They looked half-dead with exhaustion and terror.

Ian recognized them imdiately.

The remnants from the slave village.

“We... we finally made it!”

“Lord Naita! Save us!”

“We’re your kin, aren’t we?!”

Why are you people showing up now?!

They should’ve escaped ages ago.

Ian already knew they had been heading toward Naita Village. He had noticed their direction long before this.

Had they been too panicked to realize where they were running?

Honestly, Ian had assud Genea and Naita would capture them almost imdiately. They were exhausted, demoralized, and barely ard.

They shouldn’t have been a threat at all.

But sohow—

instead of reaching the “misunderstanding resolved, everyone reconciles peacefully” stage—

Genea and Naita had apparently skipped directly to mutual hostage negotiations.

What had these people even been doing this entire ti?

The mont the fleeing dwarves erged from the forest, realization dawned on Moiken’s face.

“These bastards... they brought reinforcents!”

“It seems they deliberately lowered your guard before surrounding you with allies, Moiken.”

“You’re right, Genea! Cowardly tactics!”

“No, those people are—!”

Naita tried desperately to explain.

Unfortunately, Moiken responded by shaking him even harder.

The old dwarf flailed like a rag doll.

Ian instantly understood why nobody had managed to communicate properly.

anwhile, Genea calmly nodded.

“It appears Hiikan’s judgnt was correct. Moiken captured their leader, but now enemy reinforcents have arrived and surrounded him. Lord Ian, what should we do?”

Hiikan also looked toward Ian with complete seriousness.

For one brief mont, Ian thought maybe this elf would be reasonable.

Then he rembered they were elves.

What was the point of those absurdly long ears if none of them ever listened?

“What do you an, what should we do?! Moiken, let him go!”

“...What?”

Moiken looked utterly bewildered.

Unfortunately, his confusion only made him tighten his grip further.

The unfortunate four-star dwarf finally stopped struggling altogether and went limp in his hand.

The surrounding dwarves scread in horror.

“L-Lord Naita!”

Ian was reaching his limit.

“Who are these elves?! Lord Naita, we’ll save you!”

“You monsters! Co fight !”

“Wait—no! Over there! Those demons—!”

The remnants from the slave village finally noticed Ian’s group.

Their expressions turned pale with terror.

Weapons that had been aid at Moiken imdiately shifted toward Ian instead.

At the sa ti, Naita’s dwarves completely ignored the slave village remnants and focused entirely on rescuing their leader.

Now they were glaring at Ian’s party suspiciously too.

Enemies in every direction.

How did the situation even deteriorate this badly?

“You idiots are the ones summoning demons!”

Ian finally snapped.

Being accused of being demons by actual demon worshippers was genuinely infuriating.

“Moiken, are you letting him go or not? That dwarf has nothing to do with this! He’s not the enemy!”

“How do you know that?!” Moiken shouted back.

This moron.

Ian’s hand twitched toward his bow instinctively.

From Genea onward, everyone in his party seed bizarrely talented at suspecting the wrong targets.

If they weren’t all consistently four-star units, Ian would’ve lost his temper ages ago.

“What are those ears even for?! The dwarf you captured has been screaming that he’s innocent this entire ti! Listen to him!”

Moiken narrowed his eyes sharply.

Ian briefly considered shooting him.

Then suddenly—

“You make an excellent point!”

THUD!

“Aagh! Cough—!”

Moiken released Naita without warning.

The dwarf slamd into the ground with horrifying force.

Dwarves were naturally sturdy and heavy, which made them excellent tank units.

Unfortunately, that also made impacts like this catastrophically painful.

“Lord Naita!”

“Stay back, elves!”

The dwarves shouted furiously.

Using the chaos as cover, Ian discreetly signaled Keith and Louise.

The two silently disappeared into the surrounding forest.

Thanks to the sudden hostage fiasco, none of the slave village remnants noticed Ian’s group quietly shrinking.

“As expected of the savior of the elves. Your wisdom is truly unmatched. However... sothing still feels strange. If this dwarf is unrelated to the beasts, then why did we attack him in the first place?”

Moiken suddenly gasped.

“...I see. He deceived even you with his harmless appearance.”

Oh, for the love of—

“Those dwarves are the enemy.”

Ian pointed directly at the remnants from the slave village.

The three elves turned toward them.

“...?”

Their expressions practically scread:

They’re dwarves too. What’s the difference?

Ian could almost hear the thought process.

But he wisely decided not to ask aloud, because he had a terrible feeling the answer would only make him angrier.

Instead, he pointed toward the group surrounding Moiken.

“These dwarves are allies.”

“...?!”

“Naita. Pull yourself together and take command already.”

The elderly dwarf—who genuinely looked like he belonged on a sleigh pulled by reindeer—slowly raised his head in a daze.

“...How do you know my na?”

“Are you going to arrest those idiots or not?!”

Ian exploded.

Even through his disorientation, the force in Ian’s voice made Naita instinctively turn toward the group Ian indicated.

“Gorea!”

The roar that burst from him carried both fury ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) and despair.

The dwarves Ian had identified as enemies were followers of Gorea—a traitor from Naita Village itself.

For years, Naita had tried to persuade his fellow villagers. He shared his research and ideals tirelessly, enduring mockery and dismissal all the while.

People called him eccentric, but he had still believed the village would never choose the worst possible path.

After all, they shared the sa enemy.

Shouldn’t the weak stand together against greater oppression?

But Gorea chose the easier road.

The darker road.

He led countless villagers astray and even branded Naita’s faction as traitors. Ard followers constantly loitered around the village, spreading fear and intimidation.

Worst of all—

Gorea freely sold fellow dwarves into slavery.

Seeing those sa followers standing before him now made Naita’s blood boil.

And yet—

the mont they saw him, they imdiately fell to their knees.

“L-Lord Naita! We’re your kin! Please protect us!”

“Gorea’s dead! He’s gone!”

“What could we have done against him?! We were victims too!”

“Please save us, Lord Naita!”

“Shut your mouths, you scum! Don’t you dare speak of kinship!”

Enraged, Naita snatched up a rock and hurled it at them.

“......!”