Chapter 1642: 982: Sain’s Major Loss?

"I sense an extra amount of faith, is the effect Gwyn created that day still ongoing?"Sain Dungeon, in the City Lord’s room.

Gong Qiying unusually did not sit on the altar but instead properly sat at the desk, currently staring at the spiritual power reserves of Sain Dungeon.

Unlike the previously long string of frighteningly large numbers written in the spiritual power reserves, this time, the numbers there were pitiably small.

It’s really quite pitiful compared to the past Sain Dungeon.

"It won’t be easy to recover for a while."

Gong Qiying gave up resisting and simply shut off the interface, out of sight, out of mind.

This time the rampage consumed more spiritual power than all past rampages combined; the spiritual power expenditure in the summoning of the Sunlight King version Gwyn alone might not even compare to the combined losses from past rampages, death battles, or other assorted activities.

Normally, such an entity would be impossible for an ordinary Dungeon to produce, but Sain Dungeon is not an ordinary Dungeon, this matter is truly a mixed blessing.

Now Gong Qiying rarely felt financially strained again; editing a map or something requires much calculation.

Considering the daily revenue of Sain Dungeon, the temporarily short spiritual power would surely not impact his personal safety, but he won’t be able to spend extravagantly for quite a long time.

Upon calculation, this time’s expenditure of spiritual power mainly has three aspects.

Firstly, the major expense was the rampage; one Gwyn evaporated a terrifying number of Sain Dungeon’s savings, and judging by past revenue, it may take half a year or even more time to recover.

Secondly, it’s the reimbursement for the Dungeon Lords; Red Teeth and others went into a rampage to support him, and the spiritual power expended was not a small amount.

Although when accepting his reimbursement, the Lords all acted with a demeanor of "we’re all brothers/sisters, talking about spiritual power hurts feelings"—Irene being the exception, she readily accepted the spiritual power and even aimed for more—each of them accepted the spiritual power honestly.

No choice, none of them are tycoons, lacking some spiritual power can really break the financial chain.

The above two were necessary expenses, and the final point was Gong Qiying’s personal choice.

He rewarded those adventurers who took the initiative to rush to Hepa Town.

This sort of thing cannot be too blatant, at least he couldn’t directly distribute rewards to those adventurers, otherwise, it always feels a bit odd.

So he increased the probability for each adventurer recorded in Sain Dungeon to encounter treasures within the Dungeon; through the Dungeon system’s self-calculation, every adventurer could obtain their most suitable reward during their subsequent adventures and also be incredibly lucky for the next month, like receiving a hug from the Goddess of Luck.

It may seem simple, but these rewards also consumed a significant amount of spiritual power...

Though Gong Qiying had been frowning these days, he did not regret doing these things at all.

At least this time, he had fun fighting.

Moreover, what Sain Dungeon gained this time is not necessarily at a loss.

Currently, his avatar outside is roaming randomly in Scameroon where the Demon Clan’s invasion also occurred, but the reconstruction work almost concluded, the streets are somewhat desolate but people are still there, with hope for the future.

However, even on such desolate streets, some stalls were surprisingly bustling, with more than half of the people on the street gathered there.

"Look and see, the latest Light God Gwyn statue! Take him home and receive the Light’s blessing! Limited quantity, first come, first served!"

"Is your faith not in the Light God? No problem at all, we have different versions of the Fire God Gwyn for you to choose from here!"

"Come buy, come buy!"

The hawker was shouting enthusiastically, while the crowd gathered there were throwing out coins fiercely.

"Is it another stall from the Bed family? How come they set up here too?" Gong Qiying started to be impressed with Count Charon’s efficiency, until he saw the name on the stall.

"Made by the Bide Family, what does that mean... it’s counterfeit!"

Just then, his keen hearing caught the voices of the hawkers’ conversation.

"Boss, will we trigger the Bed family’s revenge by doing this?"

"What are you afraid of, as soon as this batch is sold we move to the next city! Stealing the Bed family’s molds was worth all the effort!"

"Brilliant, boss!"

It’s really a counterfeit Bed family...

Gong Qiying couldn’t help but marvel at the diversification of business warfare.

From the local populace’s reaction to this stall, it’s clear what Sain Dungeon gained from this rampage—reputation.

Sain Dungeon’s reputation in Scameroon maxed out instantly.

The commotion about the Three Great Religions spread across the whole continent, the once righteous church secretly dark and decadent, stories like these naturally have widespread circulation potential, plus heavyweight characters like the "Demon King," are sure to cause fervent fermentation.

And as the one who personally killed the Demon King and saved Scameroon, and even the world or the gods, the name of Gwyn is now known by all.

Even those who hadn’t heard of Sain Dungeon now understood the incident of "the Fire God Gwyn manifesting to kill the Demon King and save the nation."