The fundantal operations were running as usual, as Ainz III needed more blood collection bottles, currently at Fran Fort, maintaining the highest number of adventurers active in various regions.
Besides that, there seems to be nothing much to talk about. By the way, I don’t know who leaked the news of the Royal Palace considering designating Sain as the "National Dungeon." Initially, this was a vague plan, yet under the propaganda of groups like Starfire Church, it beca widely known, gaining considerable support.
Now it’s getting closer to Sain Dungeon becoming the National Dungeon of the Yanor Kingdom.
Gong Qiying sifted through today’s information, frowning slightly, feeling sowhat restless and unable to settle his mind.
Eventually, he sighed, opened Red’s Dungeon construction panel, and added so trivial yet potentially useful things for the survivors.
After completing everything, he murmured to himself:
"You really love humans, Gedwin."
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For survivors, ti is the most abundant resource.
While hiding in the underground bunker, if you don’t leave it, there’s almost nothing to do, and during such tis, days seem extrely long, making one feel like they are living through a year in a day.
However, today Isha felt ti was passing amazingly fast.
She felt she had rely hacked at beastified citizens, leveled up, and yet the day was already ending.
Her body felt tired, but her spirit was still exuberant.
"Brother, I haven’t felt this fulfilled in ages."
Isha lay among the white flowers, speaking to Fanen beside her, who was helping clean her gun. The pistol is truly a magical tool; after witnessing it today, she beca irresistibly captivated by it. Unfortunately, everyone only had one, and they didn’t plan to give her another to fulfill her dream of being a Dual Gunner. She had just borrowed another gun from Fanen to make a pair.
Now she understood why Fanen’s personality changed after spending a day in the Dungeon; she felt her mindset was shifting as well.
Unlike Fanen, who wanted to remain balanced, Isha’s intuition told her not to evenly distribute her upgrades. She seed to use herself as a test subject, improving her intelligence and life force, along with a bit of strength, and so far, the results were quite good.
Having gained strength, the traps and chanisms she could only imagine in her mind before seed not impossible to create now.
Moreover, she seed to have a special talent for using guns, hitting the mark each ti. After a day’s training, her gun counter success rate reached fifty percent, already far surpassing all survivors, even Fanen couldn’t match this gifted girl.
This Dungeon thing is really peculiar, she expressed genuine admiration.
"Everyone’s having a fulfilling ti."
Fanen replied with a smile, looking up at the survivors sprawled around the Hunter’s Dream, as they genuinely looked exhausted.
So survivors separated from the main group upon entering. It seed like the maximum number of people who could explore the Dungeon together was ten? A regular number, as the precautions had been discussed beforehand, Fanen wasn’t too worried about the separated few.
To avoid negative impacts from such events, people agreed to leave the Dungeon and et outside thirty-six hours later because they only had enough food and supplies for a day and a half, and since it was everyone’s first ti here, it wasn’t wise to carry everything in at once.
However, looking at it now, this Dungeon seems like it won’t close; if they brought supplies and stayed here, wouldn’t they be worry-free?
Fanen shook his head, dispelling the lazy thought, as they still needed to find more survivors to expand the scale of saving the city.
Observing the resting group, everyone’s progress today was quite satisfactory, making him feel that everyone symbolized hopeful sparks, needing only to intensify their flas a bit more to hold up the sky.
"Ti to eat."
Though the place was called Hunter’s Dream, people still felt hungry, especially after today’s high-intensity activities, everyone got hungry particularly quickly.
However, the food available wouldn’t change just because they were hungrier.
So spoiled yet still edible hard bread, pickle that could choke soone, this was all they could eat now, naturally causing complaints.
"How great would it be to taste a honey lemon cupcake..." Isha sighed, wore a bitter expression, and swallowed the pickle, with people around also sighing, eating like fulfilling a daily chore.
But at that mont, an enticing aroma wafted over, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
"What is that sll, so fragrant!"
At this point, people noticed the puppet was missing, and tracking the scent, found a small table set up in the backyard of the workshop, filled with...
"Brother, am I dreaming?"
Isha wiped her mouth, unable to control her salivation.
"Probably?" Fanen’s lips trembled a bit, eyes lighting up.
While others looked even more alarming, resembling hungry ghosts would not be inaccurate.
For that little table was filled with sumptuous fragrant dishes!
Steaming hot, still emitting heat!
People couldn’t curb their excitent and rushed over; soone daringly scooped up a spoon of soup, drinking it despite any potential poison risks.
"How is it, edible?" They all nervously watched him.
"Drip, drip."
Was that the sound of water dripping?
No, he was crying!
"I, I haven’t eaten food this delicious in ages, sob sob sob..."
Upon hearing this, everyone relaxed, flocking around the small table devouring without any pauses, the food barely sliding down the throat before more was cramd in, each person’s expression showed ferocity, fierce enough to consu a whole cow.
The brain frantically sent signals that "this is delicious, that’s delicious, everything is delicious!"
And towards the end, people’s expressions increasingly softened, even bringing tears, cries followed one another, eventually infecting everyone.
The effect of a delicious al definitely goes beyond satiation; its more important function is creating beautiful mories, reminding people:
That you’re still a person, soone pursuing life!
This table of delicacies acted like an anchor, firmly trapping people’s scattered spirits.
But where did these things co from?
[Puppet Banquet]
[Prepared by the puppet responsible for caring for hunters in the dream, the dishes are plentiful and taste excellent]
[Inspired by the mories of an unusual hunter who experienced plenty of gourt food; the puppet, incapable of taste and without the need for sustenance, recreated it, presumably out of responsibility to care for hunters]
This was a gift from Gong Qiying, a dinner without special effects, yet people’s reactions made it seem filled with extraordinary impact.
At least, it reinforced people’s resolve.
"For honey lemon cupcakes!" Isha cried while stuffing the last cookie into her mouth, mumbling: "I want to kill all parasites!"
"Kill all parasites!"
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