Who Designed This Underworld Dungeon?-Chapter 1237 - 794: Is Your Faith Really That Deep?

"I mean... as the Transportation Captain, I really still have a lot of work to do, by the Holy Light above, even if you're a Hero, you can't just drag me away from my post..."

In the Sain Dungeon, a Holy Light Knight with such heavy dark circles under his eyes that they're about to soar up, is complaining to Anleisi, who's smiling next to him.

One moment it's "I need to get back to work" or "Holy Light above," if you didn't know better, you'd think he was using these phrases as commas.

The working environment of the Holy Light Church isn't exactly easy-going and leisurely, you might as well call it a sweatshop. Even for a position like Transportation Captain, which is above the entry-level, the miserable state of working overtime through the night can't be escaped.

Rather, it's precisely because he holds an important position that he can't get any rest; he must work hard.

Moreover, the Transportation Captain has been feeling his faith in the Holy Light growing stronger these days.

So strong that he wouldn't complain even if he had to work 25 hours a day. Every second of his life spent on the development of the Holy Light Church's mission is a blessing!

By the Holy Light above, praise the Holy Light, I will exhaust myself and die for the Holy Light's cause!

Facing the Transportation Captain, who looks like a workaholic, or perhaps a masochist, Anleisi just smiled and pulled out a sealed metal cylinder, twisted it open with a Mage's Hand, and slowly unveiled a painting in front of him.

It was the Painting World that could turn entrants into Soul-sucking Ghosts and slaughter wildly.

"I'm just being kind, letting you relax a bit since you've been working too hard lately. Look, you're breaking out from stress, see this Painting World? You can relieve stress just by entering it."

"...."

The Transportation Captain's face was full of disbelief. You couldn't blame him; could such a thing like a Painting World really reduce stress?

Actively engaging in anything produced by the Sain Dungeon would only increase his stress, given that he's heard tales of adventurers who got so agitated they practically had heart attacks in the Sain Dungeon.

Thinking that the Sain Dungeon's products can relieve stress is just too horrifying...

"Please don't, I really don't have time for this kind of thing."

The Transportation Captain waved his arm tiredly. Despite being a Holy Light Knight with excellent physical strength, he was now staggering slightly as he dragged himself out, as if he were a cow strayed onto a cinematic set.

Anleisi, even when rejected, showed no anger. She simply used a Mage's Hand to slam the painting onto the Transportation Captain.

"Huh?"

All the Transportation Captain managed was a surprised grunt before he was sucked into the Painting World, as if caught like a Little Elf by an Elf Ball.

Anleisi used Earth Magic to conjure a bench to sit on, waiting with a confident smile. She had absolute faith in the stress-relief capability of this Painting World.

After a while, a flash of light appeared on the painting, and the Transportation Captain, soaked in blood, was disgracefully thrown to the ground. He looked as though his spiritual power had been drained to a dangerous level before being forced out.

"Ugh, er..."

He lay on the ground for a while before struggling to get up. When he lifted his head, he was met with Anleisi's face. She asked, "How do you feel?"

"Feeling, feeling..."

The dark circles on the Transportation Captain's face had grown even deeper, a sign of spiritual exhaustion. He probably didn't clear the level, perhaps because his spiritual power was already weakened from all the overtime, dying once or twice pushed him to a dangerous limit and forced him out.

He looked at Anleisi with a gaunt expression, suddenly raising his voice:

"Feels absolutely exhilarating!!!"

This shout seemed to sap his remaining strength, instantly hitting the limits of his spiritual power and getting booted out by the Sain Dungeon.

"Heh heh~"

Anleisi, still cautious, picked up the painting with a Mage's Hand and put it away, her face showing a triumphant smile.

How nice, once again, she successfully helped someone.

The number of Holy Light Knights who had come to the Painting World for relaxation with her help had already exceeded what two hands could count; all were people in important positions.

Their stress levels were the highest, so they needed to relax in good time. Anleisi was generous enough to use a bit of privilege to let them experience the Painting World first. Soldiers wanted in so badly they had to queue!

"I'm truly a kind and wonderful person."

She said to herself, humming a little ditty that became even more cheerful.

Not long after, the Painting World [Heresy, Run Towards Freedom] became popular among the Church's army in Hepa Town, quickly sweeping over like a storm. From knights to logistics, the hurricane of this trend swept everyone along.

"I feel so refreshed; this Painting World is truly a rare gem of the Sain Dungeon."

"It's a pity that if you want to go in again, you'd have to queue for days unless we can find more paintings. I heard that finding a new painting grants you priority access."

"What are we waiting for then? I'll tell the Captain to swap shifts today, let's hurry and enter the dungeon!"

"Count me in, take me too, please!"

Every now and then, the sound of soldiers teaming up to enter the Sain Dungeon echoed through the camp, everyone's voice filled with cheerfulness.