Sylas walked out of the trial ground with Lolaleen in tow. He wasn't sure if it would work, but it seemed that the system had acknowledged Lolaleen's change in affiliation.
'I wonder... when I enter with the Basilisk King, does it count as one or two?'
This thought surfaced in his mind as he realized how smoothly Lolaleen was taken under his wing. He was half expecting for her to be taken back with her group and then likely either restrained or killed. Either way, he had thought that using her again in the future would be difficult.
The only reason he didn't kill her outright was because in his views, it still might be possible to use her again.
It was unlikely that they had a method to reverse enslavement or else their reactions wouldn't have been so fierce. So, their only options would be to kill or restrain. If they did the former, so be it. But if they were foolish enough to do the latter, then Sylas might be able to make them pay by using Lolaleen as a tool for sabotage the next time they met.
Unfortunately, all those thoughts were moot.
'Still, things have gone smoothly. I didn't need to use the Basilisk King or <Arctic King's Domain>. I still have a lot of trump cards left that I can spring on an enemy in the future, and I've weakened their team a great deal...'
Sylas was always looking ahead. He knew that this wouldn't be the end of the Dungeon, so he had no choice but to hide as much as he could for now.
The rules were still a bit of an enigma to him, so caution was the name of the game for now. That would certainly be easier with Lolaleen by his side buffing him.
"Tell me all of your Skills, Gene Talents and abilities-including what treasures you hold." When the duo walked out of the portal, they found themselves before a very familiar set of four doors. Realizing that the numerals matched the token they received earlier, Sylas came to understand something.
'So that's why...'
When Lolaleen finished telling him about all her stats, he then asked her to explain all the rules of this place.
'... What a convoluted game.'
The Dungeon was, as expected, more of a coming of age ceremony for the Sylphs. It was also a way for them to challenge one another without going into all-out war, thus why they were separated into family factions.
Unfortunately for them, Sylas' appearance had thrown a wrench into the plans... or so it seemed on the surface. From what he got from Lolaleen's words, it was actually a good thing for them that Sylas had appeared this time because it meant that their fourth faction of the Sylphs wouldn't be able to take their usual first place prize.
The ceremony was divided into two main parts. The first were the stair challenges and the second were the team challenges. The latter were thrown in purely so that these factions could vent their hatred for one another and display whose younger generation was the stronger of them all. It could be said that the stair challenges were far more important.
Until now, things were still fairly straightforward and there wasn't much to be confused about... until the variability of "choice" was allowed.
Between each round, one could choose your opponents. This was meant to be a combination of strategy, foreplanning, and a little luck.
Usually, most would do whatever they could to avoid this fourth faction, or make guesses about how certain teams would perform during certain stair challenges to time when it was best to target them or avoid them.
This explained a great deal to Sylas. Clearly, all of these people had been so eager because they all wanted to target him, only to end up dropping a rock on their own feet.
This added layer was where the truly tricky problem came into play. That was because since there was so much swapping of opponents and variability in challenges, the ceremony was judged based off a weighted point system that fluctuated depending on several factors.
Sylas looked back and reached out his hand. He couldn't let this useful little support die. Not freewebnoveℓ.com
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