I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 689, Sections 2.5-29: The House of Silk and the Dollhouse (Dream)

The pitch-black night sky was lit up by countless stars, and a huge blue moon hung high in the sky, casting its cold light down and covering the silent earth with a layer of silvery glow.

The boy sat on a bench on the lawn, looking up at the magnificent blue moon that almost covered half the sky.

In the silence, broken only by the noisy chirping of cicadas, the boy suddenly spoke, "There's really no pattern to your appearances. No, I should say that this time it's just you..."

He didn't turn around, maintaining the posture of looking up at the blue moon.

Accompanied by the rustling of footsteps, a dark figure emerged.

A gentle breeze ruffled his black, tousled hair, and he stared silently into the boy's beautiful iris-purple eyes. His face was slightly pale, but even so, it couldn't conceal his striking good looks and aloof demeanor.

Like the title of 'Black Knight' bestowed upon him, he possesses the eight virtues of a knight, and is also the shadow behind his master, the sharpest weapon.

Silent and taciturn, yet his presence is impossible to ignore, like an armor ornament placed in a home; even if it is never moved, it is the first thing people see when they enter the house; even an inanimate object can still intimidate thieves.

Just standing there makes people feel incredibly safe and secure.

"Your name?" The boy turned his head slightly to look at him, his azure eyes reflecting the young man's figure, but the darkness that surged in the next second swallowed that figure up little by little.

"Fly." Fei was silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking.

“Fly…what a nice name.” The boy chuckled slightly, then added, “I am Joan Gengias.”

Fei nodded. He knew Qiong's name; he'd learned it back at the Secret Mansion. Back then, in order to survive the dungeon, he'd made a deal with the puppeteer Qiong and signed a contract, which was how he learned her full name. However, he didn't understand why Qiong had so easily agreed to the deal, even though he was completely useless to her at the time.

"Do you prefer day or night?" the boy asked casually, jumping off the bench and straightening his slightly wrinkled clothes.

Fei remained silent. He wasn't a talkative person to begin with, but he had tried very hard to learn how to use words to please the girl he liked. However, after injuring his throat, he truly didn't want to speak anymore. Even though the wound had long since healed, the scar on his neck still reminded him of what had happened.

The girl he liked pushed him from behind, causing his throat to be slit.

From that moment on, he wondered if she didn't like him talking? Was his presence too annoying? Was he not good enough, so she would rather choose someone else than like him?
If she doesn't like him talking, then he won't talk; he doesn't want her to dislike him.

More than a year has passed since Ruan Peng's death. When he saw her illusion in the September instance, he realized that no matter how much time had passed, her death still felt like it had happened yesterday.

I can't forget it, I can't forget it.

He couldn't save her, couldn't save the girl he loved, even though that girl had always been using him. But for Fei, she was his unforgettable first love, someone he could never forget.

Fei unconsciously raised his hand and touched the black choker around his neck, where he could still vaguely feel the long, ugly scar that was being covered up.

His beautiful iris-purple eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down at the lawn, his curled black eyelashes trembling gently.

The boy looked up at Fei, not urging him, but quietly waiting for his answer. As time passed, his azure eyes gradually darkened, appearing sharp and dangerous.

“…The night.” Fei said in a hoarse voice, “Someone like me doesn’t deserve to stand in the sunlight.”

The boy paused for a moment, then said thoughtfully, "Qualifications..."

Suddenly he laughed and said softly, "Qualifications are something that exists as long as you're alive. No one can decide that, including yourself. Do you think you're not qualified to stand in the sunlight?" Fei didn't speak, but simply lowered his eyes and didn't look at the boy.

A faint smile graced the boy's face, but his eyes were filled with deep malice. He chuckled and said, "Do you know what I'm thinking when I look at you?"

Fei shook his head to indicate that he did not know.

"How about a little more pain?" the boy asked in a low voice.

Fei was stunned for a moment, then suddenly raised his head as if he had misheard.

A massive black shadow vaguely appeared behind the boy, with eight legs resembling a giant, ferocious spider. He flew towards it step by step, the shadow behind him growing denser and denser, almost becoming a physical entity.

"Let it hurt a little more, and then release the darkness within you. Don't suppress it, it's not your fault..."

[That girl was just using you. Why aren't you angry? You should be angry because you've been deceived. You should get revenge on the person who cheated you. It's only right to pay back debts, so it's only natural to retaliate after being deceived.]
Why do those people discriminate against you? You haven't done anything wrong...
[Not choosing you doesn't mean you're not good enough; it means the other person is blind.]
[Fei, you have too good a temper. You should be angry, not suppress it.]
Relax your body and release the darkness within you.
Her beautiful iris-purple eyes gradually lost focus and became dull and lifeless, and her tightly clenched fists gradually relaxed.

As the boy watched Fei fly, a confident smile gradually crept onto his lips.

The next second, a cold hand reached out and grabbed Fei's hand.

"Don't let desire corrupt you." The soft, gentle voice, though calm, easily reached Fei's ears.

Fei was startled, his thoughts pulled back. Then he saw the familiar profile of the girl standing beside him and couldn't help but stare blankly.

The boy's smile gradually faded as he looked at the girl who had suddenly appeared and disrupted his plans.

The girl took a few steps forward and blocked Fei's path.

Her long, misty gray hair fell casually down her back, tied only with a long black ribbon into a decorative bow. Her exquisite and beautiful face seemed to be the most perfect work of art by a god, flawless, and her expression was utterly calm.

The cold, silver vertical pupils gazed silently at the boy, like the calm before a storm.

"Long time no see, Adele. I didn't expect you to have learned to deceive others in this way too."

Upon hearing her voice, the boy's pupils constricted sharply. He looked at her with a complex expression, and his figure began to grow taller, returning to its original form. That stunning face and undeniably striking silver-purple hair were indeed Adele herself.

He gazed at her greedily, his expression a mixture of longing and pain. Finally, he lowered his head, knelt on one knee, and respectfully said, "Welcome back, my king."

Behind the girl was a pitch-black, endless space, devoid of starlight and noise, with only a huge blue moon overhead emitting a cold and lonely glow.

An unyielding, icy darkness, leaving no room for others to approach, aloof and arrogant, as if emanating from a void emperor—Lysia.

Surprised? Unexpected?

Actually, after all this build-up, I think you probably already guessed it.

The next chapter will explain why the three separated. Because they were separated, each person entered a different door, and I haven't said that each door leads to Joan's individual storyline. After all, when the doors appeared, the enemies were: Joan, Garfal, Lanlos, Adele, and Miss Lily.

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