In the underground drainage tunnel of Heinburg city:"Hey, do something!""You do it!""Is that really a Dark Soul seed?""Well, from its appearance, I think it is."A red candle illuminates the damp tunnel. Despite the moisture, the candle maintains its light. The two vagrants have been observing the candle for almost thirty minutes, yet it never goes out or diminishes in any way.A slightly dark aura can only be faintly seen, even within the light of the candle itself.The first vagrant is a man with a scruffy mustache and beard, disheveled hair that looks very dry. He is commonly known as Lin. The other is a young man in his early twenties, with a fairly handsome face despite his dirty condition. He goes by Ton. Lin crouches down to inspect the candle. He clasps his hands together and then dips them into the wet ground. Lin throws the wet soil towards the candle, but it continues to burn as if undisturbed."No doubt, it's a Dark Soul seed!" Lin exclaims in fear.On the other side,

In a shelter built underground, spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people at once, a six-year-old boy sits curled up, hugging his knees. His eyes are always fixed on a middle-aged woman actively comforting the people. It's been almost a day since Luth brought him to this place to hide from the rampage of the Dark Soul.However, in that time frame, the person he knows as his mother never mentioned her name. She would come to comfort him, but it was just a kind gesture. She did the same for everyone.She also apologized to the little boy for not being able to save him during their escape.The boy used to call his mother, but it was only met with a puzzled look. Currently, no one recognizes him.There is a clear fact. The boy recognizes almost everyone in the shelter, but none of them recognize him.Crouching in the corner of the room, the boy continues to hear one sentence in his ears, "Forgive me."He ignores the voice because he knows it's not the voice of anyone in the shelte

"Yeah, I have some," Alden says.Gall pulls a chair and sits next to Alden. "You know, I need Nest Cores right now, but Gates have been rare lately." Wrapping his arm around Alden's shoulders, Gall begins his move."Okay, and?""Would you give me some?"Alden smiles slightly, his face appearing a bit tipsy. Without answering, Gall seems to be waiting.On the other hand, Black Orb starts speaking again, "Alden, something is coming.""This aura... maybe one of the emperors like me."Alden furrows his brow, "You said there are no emperors in this city!" His voice is not muffled, and Gall seems to misunderstand now."What are you talking about?" Gall looks at him with a puzzled face. Certainly, besides that, there is a hint of annoyance on his face due to Alden's threatening tone."Nothing. Nothing at all." Alden pushes the wooden glass toward Gall and stands up. Wearing his short coat, he decides to leave immediately.However, Gall seems to interpret it as an insult. "Hey, are you leavin

Two months after Alden started practicing using Dark Dimension spells, there was no actual training that he underwent. Black Orb only gave him instructions to keep fighting Dark Souls instead of fleeing like his usual group does.In their journey, the remaining fifteen members of his group would prefer to avoid battles. Their usual strategy was as follows: when a Gate opened, Luth, Vellen, Lovock would provide time for the remaining members of their group to escape. These three were fighters.If the opponent was like Goblin or Slime, they could defeat them. However, if it was something else, they chose to hold back and not attempt to fight. Hold back and choose the opportunity to escape. After all, only Luth was an experienced fighter. The other two started becoming fighters when the village was attacked.Now, things were changing. Alden began following Luth's team into the east. Previously, he would escape with others, but upon Black Orb's advice, Alden decided to join the battles di

The auction proceeds smoothly, and to Alden's surprise, the Obsidian Stone he auctions fetches an even more fantastic price than he anticipated: 150 Liontins!With black and white evidence, Alden successfully claims his earnings without any issues.Leaving the auction promptly after receiving his money, Alden contemplates the considerable sum. He wonders if the item is genuinely worth such an amount.On the other side, Black Orb responds casually, "Obsidian of that quality is indeed quite rare, even in the Dark Dimension. No wonder many Guardians desire it.""Speaking of which, I believe I already told you about the first floor of the Dark Dimension," Black Orb asks.Alden raises his eyebrows and nods slightly, "Yes.""Let me repeat to ensure you don't forget." With an intentionally coughed throat-clearing, Black Orb continues, "The first floor of the Dark Dimension is called the Smithing World.""That's where the best i