You promised to wreak havoc on the dungeon, but instead you've got Dragon Slime!

How could she possibly understand?

She was just a nobody caught in the middle.

Her father was Bakus, a cunning old fox who spent his days dabbling in mystical dungeon mutations, divine contracts, and personality data collapses—things she, as a complete novice, couldn't even understand.

On the other side is Lilith.

The girl who always sat in the corner drinking water and didn't say a word at family gatherings suddenly transformed into one of the deputy city lords of Black Language Cave.

She took the initiative to find Lilith.

At that time, all she could think about was, "I have to do something to make up for what my father did."

As a result, they got deeper and deeper into trouble.

The way Lilith looked at her... no, never mind, "looking" isn't right, "staring" isn't right either, it was just a feeling that she didn't dislike her at all.

He also gave her a pair of custom-made flame-retardant earrings.

"It will come in handy in the dungeon."

She was holding the earrings and looking at herself in the mirror for ten minutes.

I didn't see any effect, but my ears definitely stopped feeling hot.

……

"You're spacing out."

Lilith appeared behind her.

Vanessa shuddered in fright.

"I...I'm thinking about something."

"Your face screams 'I'm done for'."

"No."

"Have."

"..."

Lilith sat down next to her and placed a stack of newly compiled dungeon quest lists on the table.

"Have you thought this through?"

"what?"

What exactly is your father planning to do next?

Vanessa bit her lip.

She wanted to say she didn't know.

But she could no longer say she didn't know.

She has already stolen too much from Bacchus.

This even includes the "Sandbox Implantation Instruction Diagram" that was just compiled.

It is clearly written above:

——Target Dungeon: Black Whisper Caves

—Injection method: Split divine fragments + AI personality overlay algorithm + consciousness replacement construction

—Expected outcome: The instance logic collapses, and the original owner's privileges are overridden.

Final takeover level: 100%

She didn't understand those complicated terms.

But she knew those four words:

——【Take Over the Dungeon】

That's what her father wanted to do.

She was already on the verge of betrayal.

Lilith looked at her.

The tone was neither urgent nor lax.

"If you say you haven't thought it through yet, I'll kick you out."

"If you've made up your mind, then you can stay."

“But from this moment on, you are one of us in the Black Language Cave.”

Vanessa looked down at her fingers.

Her fingertips were covered in hangnails, from biting them when she was nervous a few days ago.

"I made a decision."

I'm on your side.

Lilith nodded gently.

"very good."

……

Meanwhile, at Bacchus's stronghold.

He stood before the strange magic circle, looking at a black talisman that was constantly twisting.

That is the "sandplay therapy core".

Residue drawn from a crack in a god's body.

Even now, intermittent murmurs can still be heard coming from inside.

"Dummy...devour..."

"Personality...substitution..."

"Designers...are useless..."

Bacchus found it very pleasant to listen to.

He no longer cares what others say about him being crazy.

He now has only one goal in mind.

—Let Ron's copy explode.

—Let that copycat AI bubble collapse on its own.

—Let that so-called "source of consensus" be completely shattered.

"How's Vanessa doing lately?" he asked without looking up.

The man in black hesitated for a moment.

"...She's been staying with Lilith lately."

"I'm constantly going in and out of dungeons."

Bacchus snorted coldly.

"Just right."

"She needs to get things done."

He put the talisman into the box.

"Have her bring the 'Core of the Small Garden' into the Black Language Cave tomorrow."

"Just say it's a gift for Lilith."

The man in the black robe lowered his head.

"Yes."

……

In Vanessa's room.

She secretly slipped the copy of the "Core Map of the Small Garden" into an envelope.

Seal it.

She was going to give this to Lilith, and then let Ron handle it.

She didn't know if her father would find out.

I don't know if the system will be hacked.

But she knew she only had one path left.

That is--

Unearth this dark plan hidden deep within her father's study and hand it over to the Black Language Grotto.

She sealed the envelope and took a deep breath.

"I bet."

The day Vanessa handed over the envelope, it drizzled in the Black Language Cave.

It's not a problem with the weather system.

It is a bubble-driven ecological simulation regulation.

It says, "Rainy days are conducive to emotional stability and are suitable for making important decisions."

The moment Ron finished reading the letter, he began making arrangements.

"Viser, let's form a team and go to the Misty Lake Ruins."

Viser had just come out of the Sand Abyss dungeon, his face was still wet, and half a slime shell was still hanging in his hair.

"What did you say?"

"Lake of Dust, the deepest unopened ruins on the northern route."