Renan, thinking back to that conversation now, felt an eerie sense of intrigue.
'The Dwarf Progenitor didn't want his dungeon to be conquered?'
'Then… what was the true purpose of those dungeons?'
Lost in thought, he continued walking through the bustling city streets, the morning sun casting long shadows on the cobblestone roads.
Renan, while lost in thought, had unknowingly reached the exit gate. Since he had already gathered all the information he needed, he was now ready to proceed to the next stage of his journey. His heart pounded with excitement as he thought about what lay ahead.
'Although I don't know why the Dwarf Progenitor set such a ridiculous requirement for entering the dungeon, in the end, it won't affect me. After all, I'm only eight years old, so I qualify perfectly,' Renan mused, a slight smirk forming on his face.
