Chapter 133 Goodbye, Lysandra!
Alan nodded awkwardly, forcing a smile. "Reviving the ancient Jinse Empire on my own? That's way too much for me."
Isaac nodded back. "Alright, show me what you can do first. Clear this dungeon and then we'll talk about some rewards."
"No problem," Alan said, giving a quick salute before turning to leave.
As he passed through Sunset Town, lava pools bubbled everywhere.
Walking through, Alan's health started to drop.
[-100000.]
[-100000.]
Losing 100,000 health per second was no joke.
But Alan didn't seem to care.
After a few steps, a red-haired humanoid monster burst out of the lava.
[Red-Haired Fire Corpse (Silver): Level 50.]
[Health: 60,000,000/60,000,000.]
[Attack: 69,692.]
[Skills: Lava Burst, Flame Claw, Blazing Body, Rebirth by Fire, Scorching Flames, Essence of Fire, Super Armor, Rage.]
Pretty tough.
Sixty million health and nearly seventy thousand attack power? Scary stuff.
But for Alan, it was just another day.
Sure, the health was high, but the attack power? Not so much.
Judging by the skills, this Red-Haired Fire Corpse seemed like a spellcaster.
As soon as it appeared, flames flared in Alan's chest.
[-99999.]
[-99999.]
The damage numbers were big, but Alan stayed cool and shot an arrow.
With his lifesteal ability, this damage was nothing.
The Red-Haired Fire Corpse was quick, dodging some of Alan's attacks.
But Alan's arrows were so closely packed, it couldn't dodge them all.
And there was no level suppression here. The luck attribute difference wasn't a big deal either.
So, under Alan's relentless attacks, the Red-Haired Fire Corpse fell in less than five seconds.
And that was without Alan using his Five-Arrow Volley.
Twenty normal attacks per second, each dealing over 400,000 damage, added up to over 8 million damage per second.
In reality, it was more because of critical hits and the passive effect of the Eye of Frost, which was occasionally triggered, dealing massive damage.
So, the actual damage per second was in the tens of millions.
And that was without triggering Flame Meteor and Death Rebirth. If either of those triggered, the Red-Haired Fire Corpse would be toast.
As easy as counting one, two, three...
Killing the Red-Haired Fire Corpses was a breeze. Alan mowed them down effortlessly.
'If this place is like the Snow Corpse's ruins, there must be something to stop the health drain,' Alan thought. 'But I haven't found it yet.'
He analyzed, 'In Sunset Town, I probably haven't triggered the reward fully.'
Of course, this was just Alan's guess.
In the Snow Corpse's ruins, dying meant you couldn't leave the dungeon, but in Lysandra's residence, death kicked you out of the dungeon.
In that sense, the difficulty here was actually lower than the Snow Corpse's ruins.
Collecting his thoughts, Alan moved forward.
After dealing with the Red-Haired Fire Corpse, Alan's health went up by over 7,000 points—not much, but better than nothing.
Ahead, there wasn't an ancient town.
Instead, there was a temple.
The temple was in ruins, clearly vandalized.
From the broken divine plaque, Alan saw a word, "God!"
Alan pieced together the broken divine plaque and finally got the name.
Alan read, "Palace of the Drought God!"
He wondered, 'Palace of the Drought God?'
Alan had learned that the Drought God referred to Lysandra, the daughter of Aeldias!
He entered the ruined palace, noting the central statue was now just an empty pedestal.
After wandering around, he found nothing of value.
The only good thing was that he didn't lose health here.
Lysandra, the daughter of Aeldias, was one of the top ten ancient demon gods, playing a big role in the war between Aeldias and the Shadowmage King.
It made sense for a temple to be built in her honor.
He pondered, 'But why was the temple destroyed?
'Could it be like the Hall of Glory I encountered before, where a player got a quest that led to its destruction?
'But that didn't make sense.
'At this stage, almost no one could reach this place except me.'
After confirming there was nothing to gain here, Alan moved forward.
Ahead, there was no more health loss because the lava was gone, replaced by ice and snow.
Alan thought, 'In this dungeon, there's actually a place covered in ice and snow.'
Surprised, Alan continued forward, curious about what lay ahead.
But as he stepped into the icy landscape, he realized something was wrong.
The Palace of the Drought God behind him had vanished, and everything around him was now ice and snow.
Alan raised an eyebrow and activated the Eye of Purity, trying to see through the situation.
But he failed.
His Eye of Purity couldn't pierce the illusion here.
"Interesting," Alan muttered, raising his hand and shooting an arrow.
The arrow flew a thousand meters before disappearing.
Alan kept shooting arrows, ensuring he walked in a straight line.
Relying on his instincts could make him veer off course and end up walking in circles in this icy landscape.
But by aligning his arrows in a straight line and following their trajectory, he wouldn't go wrong.
It was only a matter of time before he walked out.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Twenty minutes passed.
Alan felt the cold around him decrease significantly.
Alan continued walking ahead.
Someone suddenly spoke, "You're quite clever."
A calm voice broke the silence.
Alan turned to look.
In front of him stood a woman in a long dress.
[???: ???]
[Health: ???]
[Attack: ???]
[Skills: ???]
With all question marks, Alan frowned. He asked, "Who are you..."
The woman in the long dress suddenly transformed, her body engulfed in flames.
"Lysandra!" Alan immediately recognized her.
Lysandra reverted to her form as a woman in a long dress, looking calmly at Alan.
"It's only been a few days, and we meet again," Lysandra said.
Alan smiled wryly. He remarked, "I didn't expect this dungeon to be your doing."
The real Lysandra far exceeded the limits of a second job change. He had almost no chance of defeating her.
"No, this is not my true form," Lysandra said as she shook her head. "This is just one of my avatars."
"I know what you've been doing recently, trying to revive the ancient Jinse Empire. However, I don't wish for your success," Lysandra added.
Alan narrowed his eyes. And he asked, "Why?"
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