The skeleton is too invincible; I leveled up with the school beauty!

Hearing the busy tone, Liu Yun curled her lip and put her phone away: "Tsk, rich young masters are so arrogant."

But then, Liu Yun was blinded by the benefits she was about to gain. She hummed a little tune and swayed her plump hips as she walked toward the nurses' station.

She rubbed her increasingly itchy shoulders haphazardly, muttering, "What bad luck, I bumped into a skeleton. I'll have to wash myself properly later..."

But the itch felt like it had seeped into my skin, and the more I scratched, the more uncomfortable it became. "Never mind, I'll ignore it for now."

She pursed her lips, took out her phone, and found the number of the young intern in her contacts, a lewd smile spreading across her face.

"Hmm... After the shower... let that young, handsome doctor give me a 'full-body essential oil spa'... let him use some force... give me a good massage... to 'relax'..."

She was completely unaware that the area she had scratched was now faintly revealing a luxurious suite inside the Dragon Fang Guild.

"Buzz—"

Deep within Wang Dao's pupils, tiny golden runes seemed to be flowing and combining!

The trivial report from the hospital that just came out was merely a pawn being systematically placed in his game of chess.

"Snapped!"

Wang Dao slammed his phone onto the leather sofa. The brand-new medical periosteal bandage on his arm was stained with traces of blood. A dull pain came, reminding him of the humiliation he had suffered in front of the entire school not long ago.

That damned skeleton dared to make him—the heir of the Wang family and the young master of the Dragon Fang Guild—so humiliated in front of the entire school!

This is not just a disgrace, but a blatant challenge to his status!

"Young Master Wang~"

"Please don't be angry anymore~"

Wen Lian knelt on the carpet, tilting her pretty face up, her tongue unconsciously licking the corner of her lips, looking exactly like a dog.

Judging from her appearance... she must have just been through a major battle.

Wang Dao roughly grabbed her hair: "Useless! You summoned over a dozen goblins, yet you can't even defeat a single skeleton!"

Wen Lian cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, but dared not resist: "That...that skeleton is strange..."

"Shut up!"

Wang Dao kicked her away with such force that she slammed into the edge of the sofa and let out a painful groan.

He then cast his cold gaze at the four core henchmen who stood motionless at the door like stone sculptures.

His punishment of Wen Lian was less about venting his anger and more about giving her a warning—to let his subordinates witness the fate of those who made mistakes.

Wang Dao took two steps, each step carrying a silent sense of oppression. His voice returned to its usual calm and in control, as if his previous rage had never occurred.

Only the fleeting glimpse of molten gold in his eyes proved that he had just used his power again to confirm some fragmented pieces of the future.

"Is everything arranged?"

Wang Dao's voice was deep and steady, carrying an air of all-knowing certainty and absolute confidence.

This certainty was not blind arrogance, but rather stemmed from the "foresight" bestowed upon him by the Eye of God, and his confidence in his meticulously planned scheme.

The blond-haired leader coughed twice, his face turning slightly pale, "Young Master, Young...cough cough...Young Master, don't worry! Everything has been arranged exactly as you 'foreseen'! I've planted spies in the dungeon lobby. As soon as that girl dares to enter the dungeon, I'll immediately send someone to follow her...cough cough!"

The other three henchmen couldn't help but cough as well.

The coughing sounds rose and fell, sounding particularly jarring in the somewhat oppressive atmosphere.

One of the henchmen suddenly coughed up a mouthful of black blood. He frantically tried to wipe it with a handkerchief, which was instantly stained filthy.

"Damn, that skeleton's death aura is really creepy..."

Yellow Hair cursed under his breath, feeling as if a block of ice was pressing on his chest, the chill seeping straight into his bones.

Another henchman, panting heavily, said weakly, "Yeah, even with the recovery potion, I still feel terribly uncomfortable all over. It's really awful..."

The divine golden light in Wang Dao's eyes shone even brighter, and deep within his cold pupils seemed to reflect a blurry image of Su Wanqing stepping into the dungeon hall, or even stepping into a pre-set trap.

A cruel yet confident smile appeared on his lips.

Within the city limits, he was restricted by the Awakened Convention, and with that old bastard Lu Tianming watching him, he couldn't act openly.

But what if we enter the instance?

Hmph, Su Wanqing's fate is controlled by Wang Dao! "Remember that."

Wang Dao licked his lips. "I want Su Wanqing alive. As for that skeleton..."

"Grab him and slowly chop him into bone fragments!"

The four henchmen nodded in unison, their faces pale and grim, clearly tormented by the promised deathly aura.

Wang Dao turned to look out the window, where the neon lights of Luolong City flickered in the night.

Su Wanqing, do you think summoning a skeleton will turn your life around and change your fate?

By this time tomorrow, I want you to kneel down and beg me to "love" you properly!

Wang Dao thought viciously to himself.

At this moment, Wen Lian crawled over slowly like a female dog in heat.

She rubbed against Wang Dao's leg and said in a coquettish voice, "Young Master Wang, my shoulder still hurts..."

Wang Dao roughly ripped open her collar, revealing the tightly bandaged wound, and said viciously, "Shoulder hurts? This is just the beginning! Wait a minute, I'll make you hurt all over!"

With that, he shoved Wen Lian against the French windows, his eyes filled with mockery and cruelty, and shouted, "Just watch! Tomorrow at this time, your best friend will be crawling here like a dog, completely at my mercy!"

A spark of jealousy flashed in Wen Lian's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a fawning expression.

She said sweetly, "Can I just watch from the sidelines? I also want to see the exciting scene and witness how amazing Young Master Wang is~"

"You slut!"

Wang Dao laughed loudly and slapped her across the face. "I love how shameless you are!"

Wen Lian's head was turned to the side by the slap, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

But instead of getting angry, she lightly licked the blood from her lips and said in a soft voice, "Young Master Wang hit me so hard, but it felt so good~"

She deliberately pulled down the collar of her hospital gown, revealing her bandaged shoulder. "It hurts here too...would you like to take a look at the wound...?"

A savage glint flashed in Wang Dao's eyes as he ripped off her bandages.

The wound, corroded by the Promised Calamity Greatsword, had turned black and festered, emitting a faint, nauseating stench.

Although Wang Dao used medical medicine, the deathly aura was difficult to completely dispel in a short time.

"That's disgusting."

Wang Dao frowned in disdain.

But the next second, he suddenly reached out and pinched her wound hard.

"what!"

Wen Lian was in so much pain that her whole body convulsed, and she was covered in cold sweat, but she still forced a charming smile and said in a trembling voice, "Young Master Wang...you're hurting me..."

"Do you know why I chose you?"

Wang Dao grabbed her hair, forcing her to raise her head, and said viciously, "Because you and Su Wanqing are both lowly bastards from the slums!"

Wen Lian's pupils contracted sharply, her nails dug deeply into her palms, and blood trickled down between her fingers. The words "slum" were like a sharp knife, stabbing cruelly into her heart.

Moldy bread, beds crawling with cockroaches, the drunkard's disgusting savory pork knuckles...

A series of unbearable memories flooded my mind.

She must firmly grasp the powerful Wang Dao!

She would rather die than go back to the slums and live that kind of impoverished life!

But the next second, the jealousy and pain on her face vanished instantly, replaced by an even more fawning smile.

She said sweetly, "I'm much more sensible than Su Wanqing~ She pretends to be aloof, but I know how to serve... Young Master Wang, please let me serve you properly..."

"Ha, you wretched woman, do what you're supposed to do!"

Wang Dao stepped on her injured shoulder, a cruel smile on his face.

Wen Lian was in so much pain that her vision went black and she almost fainted.

But she worked even harder, as if she were completing an incredibly sacred task.

......

The Loron City instance hall stands in the city center like a giant translucent crystal cube, with rainbow-like data flowing across its surface.