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

Jiang Luo walked down the spiral staircase, her pace quickening. The oil lamps on both sides of the corridor were all lit, their flames unaffected by the slightest breeze.

The palace gate was ajar.

After pushing open the door and entering, all three layers of green flames were ignited. The coffin with the name of the deceased remained in its original position, and the blood-red characters on the coffin lid continued to spread to the four corners.

However, a hidden door appeared behind the throne.

When she entered the main hall, there was no door at all.

Calamity patterns were pasted on the door frame, and behind the door, an ancient abyss aura was accumulated, mixed with the unique stench of decay emanating from Naya.

The door was unlocked.

"You left the door open for me because you think I'll definitely chase after you?"

Jiang Luo pushed open the hidden door, which led to a narrow staircase that extended downwards. The surface of the steps was covered with eyes and tentacles, and the patterns rotated with each step.

At the end was a circular room with walls inlaid with glowing bones, and a formation drawn on the floor in the center that overlapped with the rules of the Red Moon Castle.

All the lines turned in the opposite direction.

Naya stood in the center of the array, her bone staff inserted into the array's eye, her pure white gloves stained with black liquid. The liquid spread along the array's patterns, and wherever it passed, a piece of the ancient castle's mark would be missing.

"The lord returned sooner than I expected."

Naya did not turn around, but sent the last drop of black liquid on her staff into the eye of the array.

"What are you doing?"

"The stage has long been buried beneath the castle; I'm just waiting for you to sit on the throne before I finish the final touches."

"Did you let those things in from the sky?"

Don't lump me in with those idiots.

Nyarlathotep pulled out his staff, and the remaining black liquid dripped down the staff.

"They just want to fill their stomachs; I'm more interested in seeing things than eating."

"For example, after the Lord of Calamity loses the castle, will he still be able to sit firmly on that throne?"

"So you're feeding them according to the castle's rules?"

"It's just a few old rules, why is Your Lordship so protective of them?"

Naya tapped the array's core with her cane.

"It's time to clean up the mess left behind by the supernatural world."

The calamity patterns on Jiang Luo's palm lit up, and the black lines crawled up his arm to his shoulder, while the array patterns under his feet were cut off by the blood lines extending from the coffin of burial.

"So before you pledged allegiance to the castle, you sacrificed the entire castle as a offering."

"Loyalty?"

Naya turned her face to the side, her skull-patterned face facing Jiang Luo.

"When did you start believing in this kind of term?"

"Whether you believe it or not is not important, debts must be repaid."

"Since when did you, my lord, start caring about the lives of other people?"

"My castle, my servants, my creations—all are under my control."

Jiang Luo took a step towards the formation, and as his shoe landed, one of the reverse transmission rules was missing.

"You touched my things, and you expect me to pretend I didn't see it?"

You do look different today.

"What's different?"

"The Lord of Calamity never holds his servants accountable."

"That's because no one dared to owe it before."

The dark pupil behind the monocle turned towards Jiang Luo's palm, pausing for a moment.

"interesting."

Nyar raised his cane, the top joints unfolding to the sides to reveal a sealed black mist containing countless distorted faces, mouths agape, yet unable to utter a sound.

"Since the lord is willing to take action, then let's give it a try."

Jiang Luo drew a calamity blade mark from the enemy names swallowed by the coffin of burial names. The black arc of light crossed the array patterns and struck directly at the white bone staff in Naya's hand.

Before the blade had even left its mark, the black mist within the staff entangled the enemy's name, creeping up Jiang Luo's wrist along the trail of calamity.

The sensation then receded from the arm.

Thirty percent of the calamity patterns were eaten away by the black mist, while the remaining part moved deep into the skin, forcibly avoiding the pollution.

"What is this?"

"My collection".

Naya retreated behind the array's core, his staff slicing a crack in mid-air.

"This is a gift I brought back from the deepest part of the abyss."

Inside the rift, there was no light; countless tentacles and eyes huddled in the darkness. Each time an eye closed, a layer of the castle's markings in the room would be erased.

"My lord, would you like to come in and have a seat?"

The suction locked onto Jiang Luo's chest, the stone bricks beneath his feet were uprooted and spun into the darkness, and even the patterns of calamity began to detach from the wall.

She grasped the bone wall at the edge of the formation and carved a temporary rule with her fingertips.

The master of Red Moon Castle cannot be forcibly conscripted by external forces.

As soon as the rules took shape, several streaks of black mist emerged from the crack, biting away at the four bloody characters of the castle's lord one by one.

Don't bother.

Naya opened her mouth through the rift.

"Only one target will be selected at a time in this space, and the entrance will not close until the target enters."

"You've really prepared a fine coffin for yourself."

"I would be grateful if you could leave it to me."

The suction intensified again, and Jiang Luo's fingers slid out of the bone wall, his entire body was dragged off the ground, and black mist wrapped around his waist and legs, tearing away the layers of calamity protection.

A flash of silver light swept in from the direction of the hidden door.

The giant scissors wedged into the edge of the rift, the blades supporting Jiang Luo's body, and a section of the swirling black mist was also cut off.

Stella stood in the doorway, her golden vertical pupils filled with bloodshot lines. Her maid outfit was covered in mud and gravel, and one of her shoes was broken off.

"Master, grab the scissors!"

Jiang Luo was stunned when he saw Stella appear.

"Who let you in?"

"The green flames inside the hall have all been extinguished, and I can smell your essence being drained away."

Stella pushed the scissors to the ground, and the remaining blade got stuck in the crack in the stone. Her arms were quickly pulled out by the suction, leaving streaks of blood.

"Let go!"

"Not this time."

"Stella, this is an order!"

"The master's scent has changed today, but the commands are still just as unpleasant."

She grinned, her serrated fangs pressing against the scissor handle.

"So you are still the master."

Cracks spread across the blade of the scissors, and silver shards flew one after another into the darkness.

Jiang Luo tried to use the rules of calamity to cut off the suction force, but his wrist was sealed by the black mist, and the words he had carved were swallowed up one by one before they could take shape.

Stella loosened one hand, grabbed the black mist wrapped around Jiang Luo's waist, and pulled it forcefully towards her chest.

Four blood-red characters immediately appeared on the surface of the spatial rift.

[Target Replacement]

"You dare!"

Jiang Luo reached out to grab her, but his fingertips only touched a section of the maid's sleeve.

"Master, please remember to get me a sturdier pair of scissors next time."

Once the target was identified, all the suction force shifted from Jiang Luo to Stella, and the scissor blade shattered into dozens of pieces at the same moment.

She was dragged into the rift, her body unable to withstand the spatial rules, her flesh separating piece by piece along the seam, and in the blink of an eye, she was scattered between the room and the darkness.

The very source of the abyss was also drawn away by the rift.

The last piece of blood-stained white cloth drifted past Jiang Luo's hand, and a satisfied sigh came from deep within the tear.

The target has entered, and the spatial rules have been completed.

The crack closed up quickly.

Jiang Luo fell to the edge of the formation, his palm pressing into the broken bones, and his palm quickly turned red.

"Stella?"

No one answered.

The scattered flesh and blood lost their origin, leaving only a broken shell, and even the golden vertical pupils closed.

Naya stood where the rift had disappeared, her bone staff supporting her on the ground.

"She went in for you."

Jiang Luo grabbed the piece of white fabric into her palm.

Black lines climbed from his arms to his shoulders, then across his neck, covering Jiang Juechen's face, and the glowing bones in the room went out one by one.

Naya suppressed her smile from her skull-patterned face.

"My lord, what do you wish to do?"

"For every bit of her essence you consume, I will extract from you over that many years."

Jiang Luo raised her blood-stained hand.

"The seal will not be broken for even a day if it is not broken enough."