"So, is this how the crystals on your hand came about?"

Back to the present, Luluwo curiously examined Fingerley’s arm, where the gathered crystals looked somewhat stylish, like an arm guard.

However, the number of these crystal clusters seemed much larger than what Fingerley had initially described.

Fingerley waved his hand, sighing helplessly:

"Initially, the crystals that first started growing were only about the size of a finger, and besides being somewhat painful and occasionally losing strength, they didn’t affect my body much."

At this point, his face darkened, his eyes filled with sorrow and grief.

"Who would have known that every time that Brass Horn sounded and ended, the crystals on my body would grow even more!"

The Brass Horn’s existence was not just to disrupt a person’s thoughts with magic sound and switch between black and white worlds; it was a death sentence for adventurers.

If an adventurer had been pierced by the crystal earlier, they would find that the crystals on their body had grown larger after each Brass Horn magic sound ended.

If they couldn’t escape in time or turn off the Brass Horn, the worst-case scenario would be turning completely into crystals and becoming immobile.

If it truly got to that point, one would need to rest for no less than two weeks to recover!

But surely, no adventurer would foolishly sit there and watch themselves crystallize completely, right?

"I was just ordinarily exploring the map, and it wasn’t until I got the hidden equipment that I realized the crystals on my hand had grown too large to ignore—what was I supposed to do? These insidious crystals created by the White Dragon Heath grow silently, without feeling!"

Talking about this made him grit his teeth in hatred. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

When the crystals first grew in his arm, they were painful and temporarily weakened his arm, obviously painful enough to demand attention, yet they could still grow silently.

Dizzy from anger by the Sain Dungeon in the underworld.

"However, these crystals aren’t entirely useless. When there’s no other option, you can use your arm as a shield..."

Fingerley swung his crystal-covered right hand with a look of finding solace in misery.

"Is there any way to remove these crystals?" Leon asked, equally curious.

"If left alone, they’ll fall off in two or three days, but I’m a bit worse; it’ll probably take at least four days."

"Then why didn’t you leave the dungeon before the situation worsened?" Dal asked, puzzled.

Hearing this, Fingerley showed a naturally justified expression:

"Because I got carried away while exploring the dungeon."

Encountering unresolvable paths without a full exploration and restless nights unless certain monsters are defeated, even with worsening crystals, he couldn’t help but continue exploring the Sain Dungeon.

If a normal person were here, they’d surely criticize his statements heavily.

But Luluwo, Leonard, and the others present nodded in deep agreement, as if to say, "If you’re getting carried away in the dungeon, then it can’t be helped."

These people even somewhat supported Fingerley’s actions!

"I’ve figured out the general route of the Library Tower, the main roads and hidden auxiliary paths, the types and distribution of monsters along the way, and most crucially, the route to turn off the Brass Horn. Using this arm to exchange for such intelligence seems like a worthwhile deal, right?"

He tapped the table with his fingers, with a sincere smile, saying:

"Seeing as I’ve completed all the preliminary preparations needed to raid the dungeon, could you guys lend me a hand?"

"Instead of spreading our strength across different areas and raiding separately, why not join forces and gather all the King’s Souls as soon as possible, how about it?"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Luluwo pointed to the egg concealed under her hat, Leon pointed to his pale face, and Dal pointed at Leon, as they all said in unison:

"Do you think we look like we have the extra strength to help you..."

"You really don’t,"

Fingerley had to abandon the notion.

However, if he were to find assistance, perhaps he could go elsewhere to gather some people.

It’s said that the Crystal Magic, which suddenly became popular in the Magic Association, is intricately linked to the White Dragon Heath.

The Magic Association is surely interested in the Duke’s Library.

"Well, looks like I’ll have to try my luck elsewhere."

He stood up to bid farewell to everyone before turning away from the tavern, ensuring to settle the bill on his way out.

"I have to find a way to heal my head and make another trip to the dungeon; what a headache." Luluwo reluctantly expressed.

"I need to go rest too..." Even going out for a drink seemed to have drained Leon of energy, leaving the tavern supported by Dal.

The four of them might not be at the forefront of exploration in the Sain Dungeon, as adventurer teams just as capable as them continuously advance within the dungeon.

But their exploration is certainly the most representative.

Now Scameroon’s situation has become bizarre and elusive, but for this group of adventurers, who can run thousands of miles away at any time, the impact is minimal—at the most, they’d avoid spending the night in Scameroon.