The Regressed Dungeon Master

Adder walked back into the hall. The young witch rushed to her master and started handing her one tube of blood after another.

Even though it was her assistant, the old witch still opened each bottle to take a sniff.

It was not long before a notification popped up in front of him.

Ding!

[You have completed the Witch’s Ritual Quest III]

[Impressed with your dedication, the old witch has given you 70 copper coins as an extra reward.]

With this, he surpassed his past self.

Adder just quickly checked his funds. It had already climbed up to 2 silver.

Surprisingly, the witch took the initiative and asked him with a smile, "Hehe, young warrior, I love your dedication. Do you want to do more tasks for me?"

Adder raised his eyebrow. ’What’s going on here?’

He had never known of a task where the witch would take the initiative.

Not wasting this moment, he nodded to her.

The witch clapped her hands, and another young witch rushed over to them.

The witch said to her apprentice, "Lead this young warrior to the second room."

"Follow me, warrior." With that, the young witch started leading him toward the bottom corner of the hall.

Adder squinted his eyes. ’Was this another sacrificial task?’

What baffled him was that no quest window had popped up.

He did not get to think much as the young witch took him through a small corridor, stopping at the very first door on the left.

From the muffled cries, this place was parallel to that mud platform.

The witch just opened the door. "Young warrior, please wait here."

The moment Adder stepped in, he felt multiple stares on him.

The shabby wooden door was quite deceiving. As he entered, it opened into a massive, luxurious hall.

Though his entire focus shifted to the half dozen-plus players already waiting for him in the room.

He recognized a couple of them, especially the one-handed boy and the middle-aged man who was the first to sacrifice his finger.

It hit him that the witch did not gather them for a chain quest. No, she was gathering the quest leaders for a special quest, but which one?

Multiple questions came to his mind, especially who and what triggered this special quest.

In the beginner village, these special quests were one-time events, and every NPC only had one of these.

Basically, once a special event was triggered, it could never be triggered in the game again.

Also, the trigger requirements and tasks for these events kept chaining.

You had to be at the right village at the right time. It was for this reason that he did not bother with them.

First, the selection of a beginner village was not even in his hands, and he did not recall any such rumor from his past life.

’Wait, is it my finger?’

Adder just shook his head and sat down on the sofa. There was no way just four of his fingers would be sufficient to trigger the event.

Not the witch special events, which were infamous for their bizarre triggers.

He just closed his eyes and started going through each quest in his mind.

He suddenly opened his eyes and turned to the door as the old witch walked in with two more players following behind her.

The requirement of the third chain quest suddenly flashed through his head. ’Wait, 20 liters that fast.’

He just licked his lips. ’It has to be those two.’

He did not get to think much as the old witch said, "Warriors, I am sorry for the delay."

All ten players in the room just shook their heads at her.

The witch scanned each of them and clapped.

Instantly, young witches started rushing in with glass cases in their hands.

Adder stared wide-eyed. The very first box had fist-sized stone eyes, a high-class ingredient for potion making.

The second one had silver fangs, a high-class weapon-making material.

These were just the start.

Adder held his breath as one witch rushed in with golden eyes. It was the key to gaining the Wisdom Eye side class.

Another one rushed in with an old leather whip. That was the key for the janitor side class.

There was also a feather fan, blood silks, all sorts of cards, and cursed books, each a key to different side classes.

Also, there were multiple copies of them.

The witches just placed all those items on the table between the sofas.

There were a whole lot of them that he did not even recognize. He just stared at the stuff and then looked at the witch. Just what kind of special task made the witch pull out her treasure?

Finally, the last witch entered with a blood-stained skin book.

"What!!!"

"What!!"

Many stood up in shock.

’Wahhh,’ He took a deep breath.

He rubbed his eyes, but nothing changed the absurd book before him. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

After all, this book was the infamous ’Rule of Witchcraft’ that allowed the player to gain a rare main class.

It took him a year to gather those stones, and now, somehow, a rare class appeared randomly before him.

The witch suddenly laughed, pulling him out of his thoughts.

She pointed to all the items. "Warriors, to help me with the task, I will allow each one of you to pick a single item from my treasure."

As if to testify to her statement, a notification popped up before him.

Ding!

[ Upon accepting the witch’s special request, you get to pick one of her treasures. Do you want to accept her proposal? (yes or no)]

By the time he finished reading the notification, two players suddenly jumped toward ’Rule of Witchcraft’.

But before they could pick it, a glass barrier once again formed next to the book.

All of them turned to the witch, who just laughed. "Hehe, worry not, warriors."

Another notification popped up.

Ding!

[’The Rule of Witchcraft’ is designed as a special reward and will be given to the highest contributor.

Please accept the witch’s proposal to see your contribution?]

This helped him cool off a bit.

He just took a deep breath. From every angle, this looked like a big trap, but he could not refuse.

Not with the key to the side class before him.

He just tapped yes and walked to the table.

A couple of others rushed for their items, but he reached the back corner and grabbed the stack of metal cards off the table.

Ding!