Chapter 199: Chapter 199: Walking Through This Door Is Going Home
Hearing that these evil spirits couldn’t resurrect without limit, Leng Feng couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He was very afraid that all his efforts up until now would turn out to be nothing but bubbles.
They turned their gaze to the side, looking at Ren Fengxiang, wanting to see what kind of dungeon he would create.
The outskirts of Jiang Che’s dungeon were all enveloped by the Dark Forest, grotesque human faces twisted horribly on the trunks, and the moment Ren Fengxiang’s consciousness sank in, the forest within range began to wither.
The originally shadowy woods, with black leaves blotting out the sky, and tangled branches like fangs in a beast’s maw, were now changing.
Now, the gray mist in the forest was fading, and sunlight once again spilled onto the ground.
As the dungeon started to generate, Ren Fengxiang’s face twisted in agony.
He tried, just as Jiang Che said, to create his own dungeon—in fact, he’d already started planning out the stages in his mind. He didn’t intend to set it up like Jiang Che’s labyrinth model.
He was only going to set up the simplest, and most common mode for dungeons in the past.
As long as those who entered found the exit and managed to escape, it was a success.
This was now the most common challenge mode in the evil spirit dungeons. Most evil spirits, when creating their own dungeons, couldn’t truly design complex stages.
Luckily, to create a dungeon, all that was needed was an exit.
The higher-level dungeons, however, had various obstacles before the exit could be reached.
The territory occupied by Ren Fengxiang’s consciousness was expanding, and the Dark Forest within his range was withering away.
The grotesquely tangled branches gradually turned to brittle firewood, then powder, falling inch by inch to the earth below.
From the moment his consciousness was projected, everything went smoothly.
He created an exit—right on the other side of the Red Pearl Mental Hospital’s front gate.
He’d never felt any sense of belonging to the Red Pearl Mental Hospital; nobody would regard as home a place that brought them a lifetime of pain.
Now, everyone looked up at the white sign above the main gate, with those deep red, gloomy characters.
Red Pearl Mental Hospital.
Dust had gathered on the hospital name, and a fresh spiderweb had formed at the corner.
The two dungeons now connected, and throughout this whole area, the Dark Forest disappeared; at a glance, this entire expanse seemed unexpectedly safe and normal.
Leng Feng bowed his head in thought, pondering deeply.
If all the high-level humans created dungeons like this, if all the dungeons connected side by side, could they build a vast safe zone?
If all the high-level dungeon creators stayed together, could they even create a small, safe nation of their own?
Even if there were gaps between areas, the Dark Forest would find it hard to invade.
He wasn’t the only one who thought of this; the others had as well.
Several people, joyful hope shining in their eyes, instantly fixed their gaze together.
Ren Fengxiang knew Jiang Che. The fact that he took the lead in creating a dungeon was evidence enough: Jiang Che’s method was real.
If Jiang Che had lied, the one hurt most would not be strangers like them, but Ren Fengxiang himself.
To fool a stranger is easy; to betray a friend is a jackpot of pain.
The deeper the trust, the deeper the wound.
Now that what Jiang Che said was highly likely true, everyone side by side could cooperate more closely.
Most humans had their own calculations, but in the end, there were always those who shouldered responsibility without being told.
If the sky falls, the tallest will hold it up. Now, those who came to consult Jiang Che about dungeons—all were the pillars of humanity.
Leng Feng wondered: would it be possible to gather all of humanity’s strongest together and cluster their dungeons as one?
Just as the group was about to ask Jiang Che, they saw him glance back at them.
"If you’re at Stage Thirteen now, once you reach Stage Fourteen, your dungeon area grows as well."
"The stronger you are, the bigger your dungeon."
"If you’re adjacent, dungeon expansion gets limited, and automatic devouring mode will activate." Jiang Che had already asked Ding Ning about this.
This was exactly why the Lords kept their dungeons apart.
Evil spirits didn’t have any instinct to protect their own kind—what they wanted was to devour, to grow stronger.
So, they would never put their dungeons next to someone else’s.
And continuing to expand into the Dark Forest, sending subordinates to garrison, was another way to grow.
On hearing Jiang Che’s words, the restless ambitions of those present settled down again.
Leng Feng let out a sigh; he no longer pressed the idea of clustering everyone’s dungeons together.
In the days ahead, he couldn’t guarantee that no one would think of devouring the others.
As things stood, dungeon size was strictly linked to power.
If everyone’s dungeons were packed together, those in the center would be inevitably restricted in future.
If humanity wished to become stronger, development and growth was the only way.
"If possible, I hope everyone keeps some distance apart." Jiang Che gave a reminder.
Leng Feng’s expression grew complicated. He looked at the gate of the Red Pearl Mental Hospital; just on the other side was Ren Fengxiang’s dungeon.
Jiang Che advised everyone to keep their dungeons apart, yet allowed Ren Fengxiang to build his right beside his own.
One iron door—on each side, a different dungeon.
Jiang Che also looked to that door.
For Jiang Che, stepping out that gate meant freedom.
But for Ren Fengxiang, after Jiang Che created his dungeon at the Red Pearl Mental Hospital, stepping through that door meant coming home.
Ren Fengxiang frowned. When he created his dungeon, he hadn’t thought much about it.
He’d been gone from the Red Pearl Mental Hospital for a long time. The more impressions he formed of the outside world, the weaker his impression of the hospital grew.
He hadn’t, like Jiang Che, conjured a phantom hospital on the spot.
In his position, only a small standalone building appeared, surrounded by a tiny yard—his idea of an ideal life.
His dungeon was created on the withering of the Dark Forest, the dense woods collapsing to blackened kindling and merging with the scorched earth.
Beyond the small house, it was the wilderness left after the Dark Forest devoured everything, then vanished.
Black scorched earth reeked unpleasantly; all around was death, eeriness, an utter absence of life.
The ground, lined with warped human-faced bark, began to fuse into the earth itself.
His dungeon didn’t produce huge eyeballs like Flying Tiger Dad or Flying Eagle, staring down at the world, nor did it spawn any other twisted things.
The whole world looked abandoned, yet left a sense of normality behind.
Within the yard of Red Pearl Mental Hospital, the high-level humans gazed upon this scene with complicated expressions.
"Looks a lot like the prototype of those dungeons in the Evil Spirit Realm."
"This dungeon took quite a while to create."
"And nothing bizarre or terrifying has appeared either."
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