Are you kidding me?! The boss of the Hell Dungeon is a loli!

Outside the mass grave valley.

Jiang Luo's exquisite black leather shoes crushed a piece of weathered rib.

The crisp cracking sound echoed far and wide across the desolate wasteland.

"Why is this place so run-down? What are those people trying to do? They tricked Lolo into coming to a place like this. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were trying to kidnap a little girl!"

She slammed the Blood Moon Scythe she was carrying on her shoulder into the ground, and the sharp blade sliced ​​the half-person-high, broken tombstone in two.

Naya walked to Jiang Luo's side, leaning on her bone cane, and put on her usual elegant smile on her face, which was painted with white skull patterns.

"Master is right. This Burial Valley was originally a garbage dump on the outskirts of the canyon. Those human players who accidentally entered the abyss but did not die completely, as well as the low-level monsters who were expelled by the Great Lords, had nowhere to go but to hide in this dark and sunless valley and eke out a living."

Upon hearing the words "human player" and "low-level monster," Jiang Luo's two white ahoge (antenna-like hairs) immediately stood up.

"So this is a perfect hiding place! Lolo was just worried about where to get reimbursed for the fear points she spent on buying the barrier. Since there are so many free punching bags hiding here, Lolo has to play a good game of hide-and-seek with them!"

Jiang Luo grinned, revealing her two little tiger teeth. To her, this desolate valley was like a treasure trove filled with gold coins.

Crow clutched the blood-stained finger bone in both hands, so anxious that her heavy makeup was almost washed away by cold sweat.

"Lord Jiang Luo, please stop playing around! The letter says Father is just ahead. If we get late, they really will tear Father to pieces!"

Jiang Luo rolled her eyes speechlessly and continued walking forward with light steps.

"Why are you in such a hurry, you silly maid? Since those kidnappers went to such lengths to call Luo Luo over, your old father is definitely safe until Luo Luo shows up."

As soon as the group stepped into the narrow entrance of the Burial Valley, the surrounding gray mist immediately produced the soft, rustling sound of countless feet crawling on withered leaves.

Jiang Xiaobai, who was hiding in the shadows at Jiang Luo's feet, poked out half of his boyish head, and a large amount of black, corrosive mucus flowed from his mouth full of fangs.

As SS-level anomalies, they all clearly sensed it.

The moment we entered the Valley of Mass Graves.

A dozen or so eyes fell on them.

"Master, meat, so much meat!"

Jiang Luo stomped Jiang Xiaobai's head back into the shadows and angrily scolded her gluttonous son.

"Eat, eat, all you ever think about is eating! These small fry hiding in the shadows don't even have a ounce of meat on them. If you get a stomachache, Lolo doesn't have any money to buy you stomach medicine!"

Naya stopped, and a wisp of black mist filled with the laws of destruction emanated from her fingertips.

"Master, should I get rid of these insects hiding in the shadows? Their filthy gaze is truly offensive to you."

Jiang Luo stretched out her fair hand and pressed it on Naya's cane, a cunning smile spreading across her lips.

"Don't rush into action. We haven't even seen the main culprit yet. If we kill all these henchmen now, who's going to lead Lolo to the kidnapper later?"

Naya understood perfectly and withdrew the black mist from her fingertips, obediently retreating to Jiang Luo's side.

The group continued walking deeper into the valley, stepping over the scattered bones. As the gray fog ahead gradually dissipated, a dilapidated village came into view.

The houses in the village were all tents made of rags, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and the sour stench of rotting meat.

The crow was so frightened that its legs went weak and it collapsed to the ground, scrambling and crawling behind the shadows.

"What kind of hellhole is this? Is Father really being imprisoned here?"

Jiang Luo carried the Blood Moon Scythe, which was much taller than her, to the village entrance, curiously examining the dried internal organs hanging on the bone rack.

"The decor here is really unique; even the dungeons in Lolo Castle are a hundred times cleaner than this."

Suddenly, a series of chaotic footsteps came from the open space ahead, and a dozen or so humans wrapped in tattered black robes emerged from all directions.

They surrounded Jiang Luo and his group at the village entrance.

These humans had bluish tumors covering their skin outside their black robes, and their eyes lacked any human reason.

I've been trapped in this godforsaken place, Burial Canyon, for so many years.

Even if they were human before.

The hardships of the years have caused their character and appearance to become strange.

To be precise.

Our lifestyle is becoming increasingly bizarre...

Jiang Luo looked at the group of beggars blocking her way, puffed out her cheeks, and sighed.

"Are you the honor guard sent by the kidnappers to welcome Lolo? This is such a shabby affair! There's not even a red carpet, and Lolo's new leather shoes are almost covered in mud!"

A tall, muscular man stepped forward, wearing a mask made from a human skull.

Jiang Luo's small feet, clad in delicate black leather shoes, lightly stomped twice on the muddy ground.

The splashed mud was deflected by an invisible force of rules, leaving her gorgeous Lolita dress completely untouched.

The tall, burly man in the lead heard this insulting, soft, childlike voice.

The rough, large hand gripped the chipped machete so hard that the knuckles turned white, and the bluish-green tumor looked particularly ferocious in the dim light.

The dozen or so black-robed figures behind him let out beast-like growls, as if they would tear the white-haired loli in front of them to shreds at his command.

The tall, strong man forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart.

He tucked the dulled machete back into the tattered leather sheath at his waist, making a dull, hoarse sound through the mask made from a human skull.

"Lord Red Moon is too kind. Our lord has important matters to discuss with you."

"As for the Grand Duke of Skeleton, he is alive and well. Our lord has promised that he will not harm him. You can come with us without worry."

The tall, muscular man thought he had offered Jiang Luo a bargaining chip that would make her obedient.

After all, in this bizarre world, being able to save the life of an SS-level lord is an immense blessing.

The crow, slumped on the muddy ground, heard the news that its father was still alive.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she scrambled to her knees and clung to Shadow's leg, tears mingling with her heavy makeup, creating a messy, unsightly image.

"That's great! Father is alright, Lord Jiang Luo, let's go save him quickly!"

Jiang Luo moved two steps to the side in disgust.

She gently kicked the crow's rump with the tip of her black leather shoe, her ruby-like eyes filled with speechlessness.

"Are you out of your mind, you stupid maid? What does your father's life or death have to do with Luo Luo?"

Jiang Luo put her hands on her hips and puffed out her cheeks in a huff.

Even the two white tufts of hair on the top of his head swayed twice.

o(▼皮▼メ;)o

"Lolo is the lord of Red Moon Castle, not your Skeleton Clan's nanny. If he were torn apart and burned as firewood, Lolo would at most buy you a nice-looking urn on the black market to put his ashes in!"

The crow rolled its eyes, speechless at Jiang Luo's heartless words.

Her newly ignited hope plummeted into an icy abyss.

The tall, muscular man's expression beneath the mask froze completely.

He never expected that the Abyss Lord, who was rumored to have turned the North District upside down, would actually be a madman who didn't play by the rules at all.

"Aren't you afraid we adults will kill you?"

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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