Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

After leaving Sain Dungeon, Steeran clenched her fist, feeling somewhat surreal.

She sat by a campfire, not only fully replenished, but also actually leveled up?

Just by tapping on that bizarre-looking panel with her finger, she easily became stronger?

Although the soul used for leveling up was hard-earned through defeating monsters, it still felt a bit unreal.

The average lifespan of an elf is about three hundred years; with a little exercise or learning some health-preserving magic, they can easily live to four hundred years, which is four times that of humans.

Historically, there has been an enduring question: Why haven't the long-lived elves replaced humans as the most powerful race?

There are two reasons: one is that elves have a low conception rate, and continuous "work" for years might not result in pregnancy.

The other is... the enthusiasm of elves for learning is lower than that of humans.

It's as if the Creator God intentionally balanced the strength of the Elf Clan, corresponding to their long lives, elves take longer to learn a certain technology compared to humans.

Elves have no problems with intelligence or comprehension ability, but there is a mysterious force that prevents them from learning a completely unfamiliar technology in a short time.

The same goes for cultivation; for elves to level up in their professions, it takes longer than humans.

But in Sain Dungeon, this situation underwent a drastic change!

Steeran could feel that the levels of power she advanced in the dungeon would have required one or two years of training in the outside world.

One day's effort could equal a year.

She took a sharp intake of breath, thinking how horrific this was.

She couldn't help but call over her fellow clansmen!

But before that...

She looked at the sky; it was still early, so it was time to make a trip to the weapon shop.

The Big Shield and Riding Spear that Gong Qiying lent her disappeared when he did, but the idea of Shield Stab was deeply imprinted in her heart.

She got itchy just one minute without a shield.

It was easy to buy a type of spear; she quickly purchased a suitable long spear, its tip made from the horn of a High Tier Monster, inlaid with a Poison Attribute Magic Gem, just a light graze was enough to poison the enemy.

The shop owner mentioned that this spear was always hard to sell, even though it was of good quality, no one liked to use poison attribute weapons. Everyone pursued a fast-paced battle, and few had the patience to wait for their prey to be slowly weakened by poison.

Therefore, when Steeran decided to buy it, the owner was deeply moved and voluntarily gave a 20% discount.

Steeran examined the long spear in her hand, the poison attribute gem gave the spear tip a mysterious dark green hue. She originally wanted to buy a Fire Attribute or Thunder Attribute, but on seeing this spear, she suddenly thought—

The drawback of Shield Stab is insufficient damage and it takes a long time, why not apply poison?

I am truly a genius, she secretly delighted, thinking that she would definitely show off to Madar later.

However, Big Shields were not easy to find; she ran through several weapon shops before buying a decent Big Shield that was usable, but it didn't feel as good as the one Gong Qiying had loaned her.

"Yo, yo, yo, isn't that the long ears coming to buy weapons?"

Just as Steeran was about to head home with the shield, several unwelcome guests appeared.

"Could it be that you were beaten by the monsters in the dungeon so badly you cried for your daddy and mommy, and even lost your weapons while fleeing?"

Her complexion immediately darkened.

The newcomers were three human youths, each dressed like a classic thug, with appearances reminiscent of lean and lanky spirited young men.

Steeran knew them; these people were infamous racists in the area, having conflicts with many non-human races, but they usually bullied ordinary people. This was the first time they came to trouble Steeran, a Silver Rank.

Could it be that their strength has improved? She speculated, disregarding their presence and continuing on her way.

"My big brother is talking to you!"

The thug's younger brother reached out to grab Steeran, her expression hardened, and she was about to retaliate when the one called the big brother stopped the younger one.

"I specifically said I wanted to practice today,"

The elder brother glared at the younger, who sulkily backed off.

"My name is Morgan, the boss of this street. Heard you long ears are an adventurer, and today I came looking for you... hey hey, stop right there!"

While he was speaking, Steeran had already walked several meters away.

"Yayi, Yaer, stop her!"

"Got it, boss!" x2

Seeing the passersby attracted by the commotion here, Steeran reluctantly turned around and said:

"Buzz off,"

"Ooh, feisty," Morgan chuckled. "Just hear me out, don't be so reluctant,"

"What on earth do you want…" She felt like she was cajoling a lunatic.

"Recently, I've felt like something good is going to happen. Then, while I was working as a bodyguard for a big household, a master noticed me and taught me a combat skill, hehe,"

Morgan excitedly pulled off his gloves, revealing a pair of shiny, pitch-black hands.

"This is the combat skill the master passed on to me, called Black Hand! I've been itching to test it out on someone. You folks from the alien race are in for a real treat!"

"Uh…"

Clearly, this thug was just picking a fight randomly; if it wasn't Steeran, it could have been another long-eared one, or even a small dwarf or someone furry.

Thinking she might as well beat him half to death to stop him from bothering others, she raised her shield.

Little did she know, Morgan stopped in his tracks as soon as he saw the shield.

"What are you doing?" Steeran was all set in her shield stab stance, now utterly puzzled.

"It's not fair, it's not fair, I'm empty-handed and you have a big shield, how am I supposed to fight?"

Steeran was almost amused by the irony, retorting, "You come looking for trouble and you want to dictate how I fight back?"

"This isn't looking for trouble, this is a sacred duel," Morgan declared righteously. "Should I throw my gloves in front of you as a ritual?"

"Totally insane," Steeran didn't bother and thrust out with her spear, not expecting the young man to dodge swiftly.

As he dodged, he yelled, "If you dare, throw away your shield, what kind of hero fights with a shield!"

"Exactly, exactly, a coward with a shield!" x2, the two underlings shouted enthusiastically.

A vein throbbed on Steeran's forehead as she launched a fierce spear attack, grazing Morgan's scalp and instantly taking a big chunk out of his hair.

The place went silent.

All that could be heard was a loud thud as she threw the heavy big shield to the ground, clenched her fists, and sneered, "Come on, I can beat you up barehanded."

"Hehe..."

Morgan broke out in a cold sweat but still forced a laugh, "Good, straightforward!"

Haha, the foolish elf fell for it!

He excitedly charged forward, his Black Hands shimmering, his combat skill boosting his strength - a slender elf couldn't possibly withstand it!

He had eyed his targets for a long time, a beastman with a huge build? Nope, a muscle-bound dwarf? Nope.

When he saw Steeran, who seemed lean and not very strong, his eyes lit up.

"Haha, go at her, boss!" x2

"Take this, Black—"

"Crack!"

Morgan was sent flying.