Infinite Origin Summoner:Rise of Good for Nothing Extra-Chapter 31: Brian Dreamwalker

Although the crimson-haired man was strong, fighting one battle after another was starting to take a toll on his body.

From the overuse of mana, his face had started to turn red like the color of blood. Witnessing the condition of his own body, the man had a not-so-good realization.

The fight can’t go on. If I have to fight another monster similar to my last opponent, that would be the dead end for me.

With these thoughts in mind, his eyes turned toward the mysterious entrance in the distance. Only if he was able to go inside would his options not be so limited.

Noting there was still some time before the next monster would arrive, he decided to rest and recover some of his mana.

With him sitting cross-legged, the surroundings fell into silence.

However, the next moment, a frown appeared on the crimson-haired man’s face.

He noticed two mana signatures moving closer in his direction—one small like a firefly, while the other shone like a bright sun.

A second sequence goblin?

This thought automatically popped into the man’s head, but he immediately dismissed it. This was clearly a first sequence dungeon—there was no way a second sequence would appear out of nowhere.

However, just at that moment, the crimson-haired man’s eyes turned toward the strange entrance’s direction.

Immediately, he wasn’t so dismissive.

This dungeon was very weird. Although the possibility of strong monsters suddenly appearing was slim, it existed.

Once he accepted that possibility, the frown on the man’s face tightened. He wasn’t in any condition to fight two monsters alone.

"Forgive me, little brother..."

Although he didn’t want to ruin his brother’s pendant, now he had no choice. The next moment, a silvery white sword appeared in his hand.

Meanwhile, Zarek and Misery Prime moved rather swiftly. Although the floor was enormous, encountering goblins was no big deal. Every hundred or so meters they would encounter a horde of monsters.

But this time Zarek decided to waste no time. He would simply mutter "Fireball," and next, balls of flaming energy—each as big as a human skull—would rush toward the goblins to burn them to a crisp.

What an amazing skill, Zarek couldn’t stop himself from thinking in joy.

He just had to think about activating it and immediately two balls of fire would appear, hurtling toward his enemies like homing missiles. These fireballs felt like just another extension of his own will.

Looking at the excited appearance of his master, Misery had also tried to do the same, but his execution wasn’t as flawless as Zarek’s. The fireball would simply fly in every direction at random.

Zarek found this strange—after all, he hadn’t even learned the skill but was merely using it with the help of Infinite Summon Link.

Although it was enjoyable, Zarek didn’t let it get to his head. His mana was better used in summoning more Miseries, not throwing fancy fireworks.

With the duo working together, nothing managed to stop them. They were moving toward the center of the floor at fast speed.

Five minutes later.

The air had grown heavy with the thick smell of iron. An ominous pressure hung in the surroundings.

Zarek looked around with extreme alertness. Just a moment ago, he felt someone’s gaze.

Could it be him? He instinctively thought.

With a little bit of anticipation, master and summon moved forward together as one.

Just then a cold gust of wind blew, and immediately Zarek felt a chill run down his spine. His body came to an abrupt halt.

Without making a single sound, the crimson-haired man had appeared behind Zarek’s back, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, as if Zarek’s appearance surprised him.

Just as Zarek was wondering how to react, he heard a carefree voice from behind:

"You have quite an interesting summon, fellow awakener..."

As soon as these words came out, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, Misery’s figure jerked into motion, a look of absolute violence in Misery Prime’s eyes. Although the words came out casually, the threat hidden in them was clear to everyone.

However, before Misery Prime could take action, Zarek immediately gestured for him to stop. He didn’t want to take any rash steps. Moreover, fighting his benefactor would be kind of rude.

If it wasn’t for this mysterious expert clearing the floors beforehand, his body would have been immediately torn to shreds.

With an internal sigh, Zarek slowly turned. "Fellow awakener, there must be some misunderstanding..." Halfway through his sentence, Zarek stopped speaking, as he realized he actually couldn’t speak. Then a look of déjà vu flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen this man before.

Could it be him...? A thought occurred to Zarek as he gazed at the man’s crimson hair.

Crimson hair was very rare in the world of Good and Evil. If anyone even had it naturally, they would always dye their hair. After all, there was something very dark associated with the color crimson. According to the records, the man who was responsible for bringing the disaster to this world also had crimson hair.

So from that point on, anyone who had crimson hair was thought to be related to the disaster bringer and were ostracized.

If it was only that, Zarek wouldn’t have cared about it.

Now this is getting interesting. Just like the main character of every other novel, their main protagonist Arthur Dreamwalker also belonged to this ostracized group.

Although he already had an idea who the man in front of him was, he still decided to test the waters.

Countless thoughts had gone through Zarek’s mind in a very brief moment. Instantly, the shocked look in his eyes vanished, replaced by a cool and calm expression.

He thought for a moment and transmitted his intentions to Misery Prime.

Misery Prime was confused for a moment, but after a beat he nodded his head.

After the evolution, Misery Prime’s intelligence seemed to have increased considerably.

So following his master’s instruction, Misery Prime bowed slightly and tried to apologize, but his actions were slightly stiff. In this world, it was considered rude to barge in unless especially called for help. The fact that the crimson-haired man hadn’t directly attacked spoke volumes about his character.

Without pause, Misery Prime bowed a little and introduced himself.

Then he pointed to Zarek and continued: "And this is my master, Zarek Silversword."

"Silversword... hmm."

The crimson-haired man didn’t care about Misery Prime’s behavior. After all, this was a sacrificial dungeon—such things were very common. He was already used to it. Given the situation they were in, he couldn’t even care.

So without much thought, he reciprocated the greetings: "Name’s Brian Dreamwalker."

As soon as Zarek heard these words, a knowing look appeared in his eyes, as if to say I knew it.

To others, this might have been a simple introduction, but to Zarek this simple greeting had profound implications.

This guy’s still alive—that means the main canon hasn’t started yet.