Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights Chapter 351: High Risk Dungeon

Dressed in a perfectly fitted suit, the guild master approached Isolde. Nearing the desk, he offered a gentle smile. "Sorry to trouble you, Lady Selyne."

Johan took a seat. ’She’s truly remarkable. I’ve witnessed Eliza’s rise as a Titled god, believing she already rivaled Selyne like a goddess, but now facing her in person, I realize I might have misjudged.’

She remained perfectly composed, as though unaffected by sitting across from one of the nation’s most powerful figures.

"I would like to borrow your husband." Johan’s request prompted Isolde to arch an eyebrow.

Johan’s gaze sharpened. "We all know how rare and erratic purple gates can be, yet recently, one has repeatedly emerged on the 59th Street Bridge. This has gone on for the past week, materializing at various spots along the bridge and claiming people who never returned."

In the wake of the apocalypse, New York City fell apart, with each borough rebuilt into separate cities as in days gone by. Staten Island, the sparsest in population pre-apocalypse, now ranked second only to Manhattan.

Queens trailed just after Manhattan. It stabilized only after Manhattan found its footing, yet Queens City missed out on influential clans like the Bane Family or the Fourth Strongest Family.

Manhattan led the reconstruction efforts first, drawing crowds to its safer grounds, which elevated Manhattan City to the top spot not only nationally but globally.

Districts couldn’t all stay the same; styles shifted, streets transformed, and much adapted to the altered way of life, though landmarks such as the Statue of Liberty, Brooklyn Bridge, and 59th Street Bridge got restored to their original glory.

Johan rested one hand on the desk. "It’s a purple gate—a high-risk dungeon, Titled god Tier one no less. The mayor’s deployed the military to seal off the bridge, but delays in clearing it could spark serious backlash. Officials refuse to gamble a valuable Titled god asset inside a purple gate."

"Justice Guild stays quiet. They boast at least two Titled gods but won’t commit. They’ve remained idle. Pagoda Guild focuses on regrouping, already trailing far behind Justice Guild. Nobody cares to expend forces on a perilously risky gate without any dungeon break history. No break means no need to dive in, and if one hits, battling outside beats the unpredictable terrain within."

"No one else, not even the new powerhouse freelance squads. We grasp the might of a Titled god. Stats from the last month show over fifteen thousand potential Titled God test candidates dead, leaving us with under a hundred fifty. Even the numbers suggest more should exist, but many remain unaccounted for."

"It seems you’re the only one worried." Isolde responded.

As Johan leaned forward, placing his other hand on the table. "The world brims with mighty figures now, but attaining paragon, progenitor, or Titled god status merely brands us as prime targets—mobile mana vaults, as lucrative as any dungeon and often safer than venturing into unknown, hostile landscapes. Should Godfrey step up, he’d seize a crucial advantage."

"It’s designed to intensify the rivalry. We can’t outwit the Mana Tree, right? It found the perfect twist for high-level players: turning each other into the ultimate prizes," Johan continued.

Isolde arched an eyebrow. ’I figured he had a personal stake in this.’