Chapter 208: Becoming the Person I Hated
He could feel that his dungeon was still a free dungeon.
There were no fixed levels, it was a breakthrough mode, but unlike Jiang Che, he didn’t display the exit—he hid it instead.
Hidden in a place only he knew about.
When creating the dungeon, he sensed that once the exit’s position was set, it couldn’t be changed again.
Only an SSS-level dungeon could bind the exit to an object and move it at any time.
Dungeons below that level couldn’t alter the exit’s location.
If challengers entered his dungeon, the only way to learn the exit’s location would be to kill him.
Otherwise, even if he killed everyone inside, there’d be no way out.
As for the spikes in his feet—he frowned—these black spikes looked sinister and strange.
But these spikes weren’t a level; like Flying Eagle, they came inherently with the dungeon’s creation as a feature.
Jiang Che had told him this as well—if your obsession ran too deep, odd elements would appear in your dungeon.
As he stared at the spikes in his soles, he could clearly feel that these spikes could sense all residents in the dungeon.
The spikes pierced everyone’s feet; as long as they stayed in the dungeon, they’d feel the constant pain drilling through their soles.
Just to survive here meant you couldn’t avoid walking around, and no matter how thick your shoes, the spikes would go right through.
Piercing exactly into the skin—not unbearable agony, but with every step, a persistent discomfort.
To live here, your feet would inevitably stay bloodied and mangled.
Not fatal, but unbearable.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Leng Feng looked at the assistant beside him. The dungeon turning out this way wasn’t what he intended.
He hadn’t created the dungeon to harm his own people first.
The assistant was trying to find videos from those two cities—see what had happened before.
Hearing the question, the assistant shook his head. "It’s fine. Compared to what you’ve endured all along, Boss, this is nothing."
On the other side, someone ran over with a file.
Just a few steps, and already the shoes at his feet were soaked with blood.
"Compared to staying alive, this little pain is nothing." He grinned, unfazed by the ache in his feet.
"The spikes aren’t deep, just a bit of blood and then it stops." He waved a hand, unconcerned. "Boss, I found a video—you should watch this first."
Seeing what he held, Leng Feng glanced at the livestream. The dungeon had only been created a short while; multiple cameras displayed him in 360 degrees.
"That’s it for the dungeon’s creation. I’ll write a summary after, but there’s nothing especially critical—Jiang Che already went over all the important points."
"I made a free dungeon, and as for the exit..." Leng Feng paused a second. "I won’t be revealing that, of course—and I hope no one tries to challenge it."
"In the interests of everyone else here, there is only one outcome for anyone who tries. I hope you all understand."
He sighed—earlier, he’d called Jiang Che cold; now, in his shoes, he didn’t want anyone escaping his dungeon either.
His dungeon and Jiang Che’s were different: Jiang Che had made his exit location public, but his dungeon had checkpoints—though how tough those stages were was still unclear.
Maybe when a Dark Star spirit invaded in future, the data would become clearer.
But for now, there was no way he’d reveal the exit—this was his last line of defense.
The living could never keep a secret. Only the dead could guard everything forever.
If a human entered his dungeon, found the exit, and spread the word—only for the evil spirits to learn of it—then all his efforts would become a joke.
He might not be able to stop the evil spirits, but he had to wager everything on this shred of hope.
After making the dungeon, he finally started to understand Jiang Che.
He couldn’t let anyone clear it, even if they wandered in by accident, with no ill intent.
Jiang Che had said he feared his family would worry if something happened to him. Back then, Leng Feng thought Jiang Che was too ruthless—thought he didn’t care about humanity at all.
But now, Leng Feng understood him more and more.
"I still have things to take care of. I hope you all make your own dungeons as soon as possible." He clenched his fist and thumped his chest.
There was one thing he hadn’t said. When the time came, everyone would understand.
Once he shut the livestream, Leng Feng looked to his assistant again.
He looked at the crowd gathered around the square—their eyes brimming with terror and resentment as they stared at him.
Painful steps carried them away, but every move made them bare their teeth in agony.
Seeing their faces, Leng Feng felt a twinge of regret. He hadn’t meant to hurt anyone.
But as the dungeon’s master, he couldn’t erase the spikes either.
What bothered him most was that the spikes weren’t just for stabbing feet—they had another function as well.
"What if I said these spikes serve another purpose?" Leng Feng looked to his assistant. He wasn’t planning to hide it from anyone.
Everyone he’d gathered here had grown up with him in the Dark Star Dungeon.
He’d hand-picked each one; even the ones marked as seeds for Dark Star, their loyalty still lay with humanity.
The assistant looked at him, puzzled.
Leng Feng managed a bitter smile. "Don’t you think these spikes are a lot like the mark Dark Star left in us? Nailed into our bodies, and with a single thought, it could draw all our power out to strengthen itself."
As soon as he spoke, everyone’s faces went complicated.
They looked at their blood-soaked feet and fell silent.
Humans with higher ranks healed quickly; the wounds in their feet weren’t deep—once pierced through, the flesh closed in minutes.
Their feet were trapped in a cycle of being hurt, and new flesh growing back.
Of course, those of lower rank suffered more—their tolerance for pain wasn’t as high.
"Boss, so you can draw power from everyone in this dungeon too?" One man looked up at Leng Feng, eyes fiery.
Leng Feng was silent, but that was the truth.
He nodded with difficulty. "There’s loss when I extract power—maybe I’m being affected by Dark Star, too. If I try, I can only pull out one-tenth."
"And whoever gets drained... will die quickly."
He’d always hated Dark Star, and now he’d become just like Dark Star himself.
"That’s great news, Boss. If so, then we finally have real strength to fight the evil spirits." The assistant’s excitement built, his voice trembling. "Boss, you’ve sacrificed a lot for humanity these years—now it’s time for them to save themselves."