Chapter 232 | Reincarnated as a Dungeon: Farming Adventurers to Survive

This was the magic sword, the Lava Dragon Sword.

Serafina stepped toward the blade and reached out to grasp the hilt.

A searing heat immediately began to scorch her palm.

The stinging pain made her feel as if her hand would burst into flames at any second.

She quickly pulled her hand back and stared at the sword before her.

The Lava Dragon Sword was a magic sword that would incinerate any wielder. Only one who possessed the scabbard, Frozen Flame Ice, could truly master it.

Through that brief contact, Serafina had already grasped the sword's capabilities.

Dragon Flame, Dragon Scales, and Dragon Pupil.

All three abilities of the Lava Dragon Sword were related to dragons and were incredibly powerful, covering attack, defense, and reconnaissance.

Among greater magic grade magic items, it was undoubtedly at the very top.

Serafina unfastened the Frozen Flame Ice scabbard from her waist and held it in her left hand.

At the same time, she reached out her right hand again and gripped the Lava Dragon Sword.

This time, while she could still feel the heat, it no longer felt as though her palm was about to be burned away.

She pulled with all her might, drawing the Lava Dragon Sword completely.

Blazing dragon flames coiled around the blade before being slowly absorbed into the steel.

As the last flicker of flame vanished, the ancient runes on the blade of the Lava Dragon Sword shimmered with a faint light.

Serafina gave the sword a test swing before sheathed it with a precise, fluid motion into the Frozen Flame Ice.

At that moment, the two bound magic items—the greater magic grade sword and the lesser magic grade scabbard—became one.

The temperature of the Lava Dragon Sword returned to a normal level.

According to their prior agreement, the Red Rose team would receive the Lava Dragon Sword for the subjugation of the Sub-dragon Wyvern.

All other drops, namely the treasure chest, would belong to the elven team as their spoils of war.

As for Brock, who had joined them temporarily, he would receive the dragon flame and a sum of mana crystal coins from both the elven and Red Rose teams as his reward.

Currently, Brock was using the dragon flame still burning on the Sub-dragon Wyvern's corpse to forge the greatsword, the Nail of Sealing.

Under the continuous heat of the dragon flame, the Nail of Sealing had been scorched a glowing red.

“The dragon flame here won't last long. Hurry up and begin,” Purple Copper said.

She unslung her smithing hammer and fire-resistant iron tongs from her back.

Gripping the Nail of Sealing with the tongs, she swung her hammer and began the forging process.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

With each crisp strike of the hammer, the surface layer of the Nail of Sealing began to flake off bit by bit.

Whenever the blade cooled slightly, Purple Copper would quickly grip it and thrust it back into the burning dragon corpse, heating it until it was glowing red again before continuing the work.

She repeated this cycle over and over.

Using the corpse of the Sub-dragon Wyvern as kindling and its dragon flame as fuel.

Meanwhile, the elven team approached the treasure chest.

As the chest opened, a brilliant golden light flashed momentarily.

The interior was lined with red velvet, and a layer of silver coins lay quietly within.

Dotted among them were dozens of mana crystal coins.

The value of so many mana crystal coins and dungeon silver coins alone was already quite substantial.

Aside from the dungeon currency, the chest contained one magic item and two materials.

The magic item was a bloodstained dragon scale.

【Bloodstained Dragon Scale】 Lesser magic grade magic item. A dragon scale stained with blood. It can instantly restore mana to full and double the user's maximum mana capacity. Requires one week to recharge after a single use.

The two materials were a wyvern horn covered in spiral patterns and a piece of wyvern leather covered in writing.

Drops from a hidden boss were incredibly precious.

This was because a hidden boss would only appear once; unlike floor bosses, they would not respawn after being killed.

Eomer carefully tucked away the wyvern horn dropped by the Sub-dragon Wyvern and placed the magic item, the Bloodstained Dragon Scale, close to his person.

After counting and collecting the currency, he finally looked at the wyvern leather covered in text.

Information.

In the current state of exploration at the front lines of the Well of Eternal Imprisonment, any information regarding this dungeon was priceless.

Behind every piece of information likely lay an extremely valuable treasure.

The wyvern leather itself was a precious magical material with significant mana.

As for the text written upon it...

Though it was ancient, Eomer's knowledge allowed him to barely decipher it.

After reading it line by line, Eomer fell into deep thought.

The leather described the story of the Sub-dragon Wyvern.

The Sub-dragon Wyvern had originally been a Wyvern King in the lava sea. It had once followed a purple-skinned blacksmith in search of true “Wisdom,” hoping to find answers to its confusion.

The Sub-dragon Wyvern and that purple-skinned blacksmith had visited three places in succession.

A labyrinthine cave leading to the woods and a palace in the desert.

Finally, they arrived in a swampy mist and encountered the true “Wisdom.”

The Wyvern King transformed into a Sub-dragon Wyvern, growing a pair of dragon claws.

The purple-skinned blacksmith, in turn, obtained the ritual method to pray to the Wisdom Tree for answers.

According to the records, the “Wisdom” they encountered was a tree.

This tree could answer all doubts and bestow unparalleled wisdom upon a person.

Every doubt and every answer would be resolved by the infinite wisdom granted by the Wisdom Tree the moment one encountered it.

“...”

Eomer gripped the leather tightly.

The Wisdom Tree.

What was that? A tree that could bestow wisdom... was it a magic tree? He had never heard of such a thing.

How could something like wisdom be bestowed?

However... how could information found in a treasure chest like this be false?

Was it truly real?

Could it be some never-before-seen magic tree that produced fruit capable of making one's mind more active?

Eomer tried to understand it as best he could.

If it really could bestow wisdom...

Eomer felt a surge of shock.

Whether it was a mage or a priest, breaking through ranks required not just the accumulation of mana, but also a breakthrough in knowledge—the overcoming of a bottleneck.

If one's understanding of high-level knowledge or their innate comprehension was insufficient...

Even if their mana met the requirements, they would be stuck at a bottleneck and unable to advance.

Countless mages and priests were stuck at their current rank forever because they lacked the comprehension or couldn't break through the knowledge barrier.

To bestow wisdom... wouldn't that allow one to quickly understand magical knowledge?

That meant that with the Wisdom Tree, there would be no such thing as a bottleneck. As long as one accumulated mana, they could continuously break through.

Eomer had been stuck as a third-rank priest for a very long time.

His mana levels had met the requirements long ago, but his knowledge of the plant life domain remained trapped at the third rank, unable to grasp fourth-rank concepts.

If he could find the Wisdom Tree and obtain the help of Wisdom...

At the end of the leather, there was also a ritual magic circle.

Through this ritual magic, one could ask questions of the Wisdom Tree, but to actually obtain wisdom, one had to gain an audience with “Wisdom” itself.