So I'm a Snake, Who Cares

If there were a "Dungeon Construction Lovers' Association" in the world,

Abbreviated as DLA, Pelerian would surely have been an outstanding member.

Or he might have even been a founding member.

Those who create dungeons have a spirit they acquire through experience and inherit from masters.

Sayings like "There's no new dungeon under the sun" or "Imitation is the mother of dungeon creation."

During the tens of thousands of years when civilizations rose and fell repeatedly.

How many dungeons would have been created on this continent?

In later generations, those beautiful dungeons were lumped together under the term 'ruins'.

Naturally, Pelerian had knowledge about ruins too.

He had studied construction techniques and mechanism installation by personally exploring numerous ruins.

Therefore, he knew about this dungeon called the 'Wyvern's Altar' that we encountered this time.

He had a body similar to a semi-transparent spiritual body.

He couldn't move fast, but he could fly around swiftly.

Regardless of any commotion nearby, he was busy examining the ruins.

The reliefs on the walls were covered in dust, making them difficult to make out.

Pelerian tried to blow on them, then frowned as he realized he couldn't even blow air in his current form.

Unable to do otherwise, he examined the broken reliefs, piecing them together.

Based on his excellent deductive abilities, he figured out the operating mechanism and purpose of this altar.

"It's an altar of seven. Seven, yes, the number 7 has magical significance. It would have been the same in the Oboe civilization."

He was showing his scholarly side after a long time.

"When seven prisoners are placed on the altar, it activates. The most important sacrifice is placed in the central cage..."

Aha! So that's why that one human was trapped.

When the adventurers first entered the ruins, there were barely five of them.

So perhaps the altar's mechanisms didn't activate.

When Pandan and Jerico entered, making it seven, this chaos began.

The mystery is solved!

The altar floor rises, the exits are sealed, and the ceiling opens.

Then the wyverns waiting for prey fly in and hold a bloody feast.

"That's how it is!"

'Old man, that's not what's important right now.'

I chided the excited Pelerian.

Yes, how this altar operates or not wasn't important.

Dozens of wyverns on the stone pillars were looking this way.

"What do you mean? At least we can tell that this ruin hasn't been used for a long time, probably thousands of years."

'So what?'

"So even those wyverns probably don't know what this situation is, that's why they're hesitating."

Hmm, looking closely, it does seem that way.

It's a situation similar to a food bowl full of humans suddenly appearing as the ground opens up.

Facing an unfamiliar situation, they seem suspicious and aren't immediately flying in.

But the adventurers were already extremely excited.

"Ahhh! We're ruined. We're ruined!"

"We're all going to die!"

Regardless of whether they were A-rank or S-rank, they were all terrified.

It's understandable.

It was that frightening of a situation.

The adventurers frantically searched for a way to escape.

The exits had completely disappeared.

With no place to hide, to escape they would have to climb up the walls.

They tried that, but it was impossible to climb the slippery stone walls with bare hands.

I could probably do it if I used Gigantification, but wouldn't that make me stand out to the wyverns?

Everyone fell into panic.

The wyverns, who had been quietly watching, started showing curiosity little by little.

I thought the wyverns would immediately punish these egg thieves.

But that wasn't the case.

They didn't even seem to know if there was an egg here in the first place.

The huge wyvern presumed to be the egg's owner descended below the clouds and sat on a stone pillar.

Then it stared intently at us as if examining us.

"Wyverns' eyesight and intelligence aren't that great, you see."

Still, a wyvern's maternal instinct is never dim.

"A wyvern whose egg has been stolen never gives up. It seems these adventurers have forgotten how terrifying wyverns are. Or perhaps they thought the reward was worth the risk."

What on earth did they intend to use a wyvern egg for?

"They must intend to tame it. Perhaps they want to create a Wyvern Knight Order or something."

'Ah!'

I understood immediately.

A Wyvern Knight Order, isn't that the height of romance?

Wyvern riders flying through the sky, charging with long spears.

It would be worth spending a fortune to obtain a wyvern egg.

However, honestly, the risk seemed too great.

After all, that huge wyvern clearly possessed extraordinary strength.

It's been a while since I've encountered a monster whose status window is so difficult to see through.

As I've grown stronger, I could see a bit more when I focused harder, but still.

[Oblivion Wyvern Queen Celeta lv151]

[Title] Black Queen

[Traits]

[Queen], [Ruler of Southern Delfram], [Avenger]

This can't be.

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Of course, strength can't be judged by level alone.

In fact, the Fire Salamander of Paimon that I defeated recently had a level of about 140, not much different from this Wyvern Queen.

However, the actual difference in strength is probably not just about 10 levels.

'She's definitely stronger than Giant Riokku or that white monkey.'

I had a feeling.

Looking at her skills, I could tell.

[Skills]

...[Eye of the Storm lv20], [Ultra-high Speed Flight lv10], [Destruction Beam lv10], [Wyvern Fear lv20]...

First of all, I couldn't see through all of them, and the skills she possessed were extraordinary.

'It's a Destruction Beam!'

I wanted a proper Destruction Beam too, not just a regular beam.

Ah, if only I could quickly make Gigantification my own, I could borrow it.

Bang!

That's when it happened.

The iron cage that had been confining Umberto sank back into the floor.

He was in a position to be the wyverns' last meal, but if this were thousands of years ago, it would probably have been the timing for the wyverns to have dessert after finishing their meal.

Until just now, Umberto and the adventurers had been fighting each other.

But now that he was free from the cage, they stopped fighting instead.

Umberto, unbecoming of an S-rank adventurer, slumped down.

"Ah, we need to return the egg."

Jerico suddenly muttered.

"If we return the egg, they might let us live."

Jerico, you fool.

Do you really think the wyvern will thank you and let you live if you return the egg?

However, perhaps sensing a glimmer of possibility in that idea,

The adventurers clung to those words like a drowning person grasping at straws.

"The egg, give us the egg."

"No way, you bastard."

"Give us the egg, you son of a bitch!"

Jakob and the adventurers approached Umberto.

Umberto held the egg in one hand and swung his rapier with the other.

"Stay away!"

Someone fired a crossbow.

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