Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?

Chapter 1573 - 957: The Campaign Against Solar

"What a spectacle...."The sight of the memorial in front of him made Gong Qiying involuntarily let out a sigh.

He was now in Bed City, the place where all dreams began. The people here were holding a memorial for Solar.

The big square once used by adventurers to exchange information, relax, and trade had been cleared out and turned into the memorial venue. Everywhere were items related to Solar; just the black‑and‑white portraits alone were piled up by the hundreds, and in front of every portrait burned thick clusters of candles. Flowers and wreaths of all kinds were arranged there, their fragrance filling the air.

Adventurers in all sorts of outfits were gathered here. The noise they made rendered the venue quite rowdy. The expressions on people’s faces varied, but most of them were clearly tinged with sorrow.

There were even half the people dressed in outfits identical to Solar’s, coming to pay their respects to him.

He knew this was how people chose to mourn Solar, but in Gong Qiying’s eyes... this scene was just a bit too much like a comic convention....

Fortunately, the overall atmosphere still fit the theme of a memorial service quite well.

It wasn’t just Bed City; the Capital of the Yanor Kingdom, Lake Lienia, and several other cities in Yanor had all held similar events. The organizer was the Starfire Church, and the sponsors were Ainz III and Princess Serine.

The people over in the Warrior Country did not have particularly deep feelings for Solar, mainly because their map really didn’t have much to do with him. Hepa Town in Scameroon also held a memorial, but its scale was much smaller compared to the others.

Compared to other places, the memorial in Bed City could be said to be the liveliest of all.

As the first region where the Sain Dungeon descended, Bed City’s current size was already on par with a top‑tier metropolis, not much different from the Royal Capital. The surrounding industries booming around the Dungeon were thriving and raking in gold day by day. It was hard to imagine this had once been some unknown little town near the border.

The current Count Bed, Charon, was standing on a makeshift high platform, speaking under a giant portrait of Solar, tears streaming as he recounted just how much he had admired and respected Solar, claiming that during the period when he lost his father, it was Solar who guided him, enabling him to build the toy empire he had today.

That was one hundred percent made up. Gong Qiying could testify—this guy had never even seen Solar inside the Dungeon. Sain could pull up all of his footage from his activities inside the Dungeon.

But it didn’t really matter. What the memorial needed right now was atmosphere, and his speech did successfully move the thousands present; some people even took out handkerchiefs to wipe their tears.

As long as this guy Charon didn’t seize the chance to announce at the memorial that the Bed family was launching some "Super‑Articulated Solar Puppet · Sun Worm Limited Edition" kind of monstrosity, Gong Qiying couldn’t be bothered to care.

He looked around. People’s reactions made him very curious.

A group of adventurers wearing Sun Badges—clearly those who had sworn the Sun Warrior oath—were standing in line for a moment of silence, with Steeran and Leon standing at the very front, looking every bit the leaders.

They were the most proper‑looking group in this memorial. As for everyone else....

"This is the finest Element Soup. Drink it." Someone dressed as an Onion Knight set a pot of Element Soup—pilfered from the real Onion Knight—before Solar’s memorial portrait.

"Uwaaaah—Lord Solar—" A group of young ladies who clearly came from privileged backgrounds threw themselves at Solar’s portrait, bawling as if they had lost a lover. This was probably that so‑called Solar dream‑girl crowd; in some sense, they’d probably get along quite well with Selene.

"Flower wreaths hand‑woven by the Warrior Pot, one silver coin each. Use them to offer your silence to the Sun Warrior." Hawkers were seizing the chance to sell wreaths; Gong Qiying really couldn’t see what connection those Warrior Pot wreaths had with Solar at all...

There were already several thousand people gathered in this square, and counting the flow of people, the number of participants over the whole day would easily exceed tens of thousands. Since the Bed family had also prepared a memorial banquet, the crowd would probably peak again in the evening.

Standing in such an environment, Gong Qiying’s feelings were quite strange.

The joys and sorrows of the people before his eyes all existed because of Solar, and Solar’s story had been brought over by the Sain Dungeon. Without himself, this middleman porter, the people gathered here wouldn’t be doing any of this. Today would have been just another ordinary day to them.

Seeing this, Gong Qiying gained a much more tangible sense of how the Sain Dungeon had changed the world.

This feeling was honestly...

Fascinating.

He recalled what he had said back when the Val Underworld Dungeon Lord faded away—that he wanted to create Dungeons that people would love.

So looking at the adventurers’ reactions now, did that mean they "loved" the Sain Dungeon?

"Sain Dungeon! You heartless bastard!"

"Give me back my Solar!"

"Sain, you son of a bitch!"

Mm, everyone’s love for the Sain Dungeon was already overflowing.

Gong Qiying gave a sleazy grin and turned to walk out of the memorial.

What he had to do next was simple: just keep watching what the adventurers did.

This Solar incident had suddenly brought the Sain Dungeon an unexpected surge of Faith Spirit Power, and it was even Faith Spirit Power directed at Solar.