Wolf Fang Black Prison Forest Dungeon Guide: Fire Mage Speedrun Strategy
Black Prison Forest Dungeon Guide by Hellfire Studio
Dark Star Guild Normal Mode Black Prison Forest Live Strategy, Including Hidden Tips
In less than a day, the forum was flooded with posts about the Black Prison Forest dungeon—guides, live play-by-plays, and personal player experiences sprouting like mushrooms after rain.
The term “Black Prison Forest” dominated the Gruin Region’s forum section in no time, and even the southern Alwyn Empire threads were buzzing with discussions.
The last time the forums saw this level of excitement was probably during the Eternal Night’s Bloodthirsty Frenzy event. But the enthusiasm for the Black Prison Forest dungeon, as the first open dungeon, far surpassed that event.
Being the first dungeon, its allure was unmatched for both guilds and casual players, creating a far grander spectacle than a mere event.
Casual players aimed to clear the dungeon for better gear, items, materials, and skill books to boost their strength, while major guilds sought not only to power up their elite teams but also to cement their names on the leaderboard as a symbol of prestige.
“Hmm, they’re really putting in the effort,” remarked a certain someone, the mastermind behind both events, as they scrolled through the forum posts about the Black Prison Forest. Their voice carried the smug tone of a capitalist exploiting the masses.
Or perhaps, more accurately, a ruthless Demon King tormenting players.
Yet, this tormentor lacked any self-awareness. They casually clicked on a player’s post detailing their dungeon experience, laughing until tears formed as they read about a fire mage teammate who went from powerhouse to self-destructing truck, leading the team to a wipe.
They then opened a guide titled “Fire Mage Speedrun Strategy,” where the poster boasted confidently at the end, only to be met with a uniform chorus of boos in the comments.
“Poster, don’t try to fool us with easy mode strats.”
“Easy mode is a cakewalk. I could do that too.”
“Bet you’ve never touched normal mode or higher. Good luck with fire mages in the swamp.”
Reading these, I stifled a laugh, exited the post, and returned to the Gruin Region’s homepage. There, a guide had been upvoted to the top—
‘Irresponsible Guide Team’ Alwyn Empire Guide – Black Prison Forest Dungeon Basic Strategy (Progress: Normal)
Tagged with a prominent “Featured” label, the guide’s carefully crafted descriptions made most players trust its contents implicitly.
Little did they know, the guide’s author was none other than the dungeon’s creator, and its purpose wasn’t to build a studio’s reputation, as they assumed.
It was to mislead players, making higher-difficulty clears even harder.
For example, I designed the Black Prison Forest with monsters taking increased fire damage, encouraging teams to recruit fire mages—only to teach them a harsh lesson in the normal-mode Shadow Swamp.
After players were traumatized, the guide’s “casual” mention to avoid fire mages would make them trust it even more, pushing them to explore other strategies.
In reality, fire mages were indispensable for clearing Hard mode and above in my design.
I’d cleverly hidden this fact through the guide.
“An Tong, the water’s heated!”
As I imagined players struggling with the dungeon, chuckling to myself, my aunt’s voice called from outside.
“Coming, coming!”
I shut off my handheld computer, hopped off the bed, slipped into my slippers, and headed to the bathroom.
If anything was more satisfying than designing a dungeon to frustrate players, it was soaking in a hot bath after a tiring day.
“Hup!”
Stripping off my clothes with some effort, eager for the warm water awaiting me, I pushed open the bathroom’s glass door.
Only to collide with a warm, soft body.
Looking up instinctively, I saw my aunt’s impish, triumphant grin, as if she’d been waiting for me.
“L-Little Aunt?”
Realizing what was happening, I turned to flee, but as I reached the door, she yanked me back with what felt like “fear beyond death.”
Girl, with gank skills like that, you’re begging for a nerf.
Of course, my aunt couldn’t hear my inner complaints. Smirking, she dragged me back into the bathroom. “Why’re you running? We’re already here, so let’s bathe together. Relax, I just want to bond with Tongtong~”
Who’d believe a delinquent with a box of doujinshi stashed under her bed?
I rolled my eyes.
Just then, my other aunt passed by with a pile of clean clothes. I shot her a desperate plea for help.
“Sorry, An Tong, just bear with it~”
But she gave me a helpless smile.
My heart sank as I demanded clarity. “At least tell me what she bribed you with!”
“A week of dishwashing duty,” she replied with a playful wink, closing the glass door in front of me.
Starting tomorrow, I’m eating two bowls of rice per meal!
I fumed as my aunt gleefully dragged me back.
How does one make a bath sound terrifying? Simple—add “with Little Aunt” to the description.
Thankfully, she honored her promise not to get handsy, likely due to some deal with my other aunt.
“Don’t be mad~” She spread shampoo through my hair, poking my puffed-up cheeks with a foamy finger. “I had to beg Anrou-jie for this. It’s been so long since I got to be this close with Tongtong.”
So I’m the one who got sold out?
Though I thought that, her nostalgic tone melted most of my anger. I muttered, “You could’ve just asked nicely. It’s not like I’d say no.”
“Really? Then I’m bathing with Tongtong tomorrow too~”
“What?!” Startled, I slipped backward.
She caught me with a giggle, wrapping her arms around me. “Kidding, kidding! You’re my little mood-lifter, Tongtong. All my frustrations from today are gone.”
“You were frustrated?” Did someone tear out the key page of her new doujinshi? My curiosity piqued.
“I got kicked from a dungeon group,” she huffed, ruffling my hair. “They called me a self-destructing truck that caused a wipe. It’s not like I meant to!”
“Pfft.”
Ignoring my now-messy hair, I couldn’t help but laugh. What a coincidence—the post I’d read earlier was about her.
“You seem awfully happy, Tongtong,” she said, eyeing me.
I quickly hid my schadenfreude. “No way! I was laughing at those shortsighted guys who don’t know how awesome your fire mage is.”
“Awesome enough that teams are avoiding fire mages now?” She clearly thought I was mocking her.
Feeling her hands inching toward my cheeks, I waved frantically. “No, really! I know a Black Prison Forest strategy that needs fire mages.”
“You, knowing a strategy?” She pinched my cheeks. “But since you know about Black Prison Forest, are you in Gruin too?”
She didn’t take my words seriously, but her follow-up question made my heart skip a beat.
I forgot about that.
“Uh, yeah, I’m in Gruin…” I scratched my cheek.
“Name, level, class!” Her eyes gleamed as she launched into an interrogation worthy of a census.
I didn’t dare lie and spilled everything.
“Great. Log in tomorrow and accept my friend request. We can run dungeons with me and some older sisters when you’re free.”
“That’s it?”
“What, you expected something else?”
“Like being chained up with no freedom, toyed with, and shared among your friends?”
“What kind of weird stuff have you been reading?!”
Amused and exasperated, she flicked my forehead, but her gaze softened.
“I know you’ve got your own ideas, Tongtong. With your parents away so often, you’re more mature than your peers. But you’re still a kid. I just want you to be closer to me and Anrou-jie, to rely on us more.”
Her rare gentle tone warmed my heart. Memories of their care in my past life, after my parents left, flooded back. I quietly hugged her arm. “I love you and Big Aunt the most.”
But I missed the mischievous curve of her lips.
“I love Tongtong the most too… Now, let’s see if you’ve developed well these past few years!”
“W-Wait, stop… Don’t touch there!”
“Ohh, this softness, this tenderness—if I were a guy, I’d have you pinned right here!”
“Don’t touch weird places, you pervert!”
If you were a guy, you’d have been locked up the moment you turned 18!