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

On the other side, outside Red Moon Castle.

The crimson moonlight was brutally torn apart.

A folding fan burning with eerie green flames hovered in mid-air, dispelling all the black mist surrounding the Red Moon Castle.

A woman in a red cheongsam walked on high heels, the heels tapping against the bronze slab.

She was followed by a dozen fully armed players, each clutching an item that emitted eerie fluctuations.

"Is this the newly promoted S-rank node, Red Moon Castle?"

The woman's name was Zhuque, another ace leader of the Human Federation's S-class conquest team.

She closed the folding fan, and the hundred-eyed demon carved on the fan ribs emitted a sharp, eerie sound.

"Those idiots in the intelligence department said this place has huge potential, so they sent me to lead a team to take down the flag and cut off their route to support Dracula." Suzaku scoffed, his gaze sweeping over the dilapidated outer walls of the castle.

"Captain, this place doesn't even have a decent defensive barrier. I bet that lord has used all his resources to pay tribute to the vampires."

A player with a scarred face next to him was toying with two pale white eyeballs in his hands, speaking with a contemptuous tone.

"Don't be careless, follow the rules." Zhuque tapped Scarface's head with her fan.

"The Federation gave us three A-grade obstacle-breaking tools to guard against the hidden rules here. Once inside, we'll slaughter anything that's breathing."

The heavy oak door was unlocked.

Scarface kicked the door open.

The scene in the lobby left all the players stunned.

There were no monsters swarming around, and not even a slaughterhouse filled with flying blood and gore.

A crystal chandelier in the center of the hall emitted a soft glow, and the long mahogany dining table was spotless.

Five low-ranking cleaning maids dressed in black and white uniforms were kneeling on the ground, wiping the grout lines of the floor tiles bit by bit with a rag.

Two very different women stood at the top of the stairs leading to the second floor.

The woman on the left was wearing a dark purple head maid uniform and was carrying a pair of silver scissors taller than a person. Her purple eyes were filled with fanaticism.

The girl on the right has a delicate face like a porcelain doll, except that silver metal bearings are exposed at her joints, and her eyes are two pulsating ruby ​​probes.

"Welcome to Red Moon Castle, esteemed guests." Stella gave a slight bow, the silver blade of her scissors gleaming coldly in the lamplight. "The master is not home; please forgive any shortcomings in our hospitality."

Zhuque narrowed his eyes, and data popped up on the system panel on his retina.

[Target confirmed: Stella, the A-rank, enigmatic, and yandere female servant]

[Target confirmed: Class A bizarre mechanical maid Elizabeth]

"Just two A-ranks?" Scarface laughed, cracking the eyeballs in his hands. "The intelligence department must be terrified. Is this kind of trash even worth our S-rank raiding team's trip?"

He turned to look at Suzaku.

"Captain, I'll take a few brothers to deal with them. You go to the basement and find the instance core."

Zhuque did not immediately agree; her intuition told her that the ancient castle exuded an eerie tranquility.

"Beware of rule traps. Maids in strange worlds usually have mandatory rules of absolute obedience or serving guests. Make good use of this and don't get pulled into their exclusive domain." Suzaku unfolded his folding fan, and eerie green flames danced on the fan surface.

"clear."

Scarface grinned and strode toward the stairs.

The other players went to explore the basement, the Weeping Bride's Mansion, and the Red Moon Library.

"Hey, you with the scissors." Scarface pulled a gold coin stained with black blood from his pocket and flicked it to Stella's feet with a clink.

"Sir, I'm thirsty. According to the rules of your castle, shouldn't you serve tea to your guests?"

Stella stared at the gold coins at her feet, her purple eyes blazing with murderous intent.

She was just about to raise the scissors to cut the rude insect in two.

Elizabeth stepped forward and blocked Stella's path.

"Command retrieval in progress." The mechanical maid's electronic voice echoed in the hall. "The visitor has triggered guest identification. According to the Red Moon Castle's temporary guest reception agreement, basic catering services must be provided."

Elizabeth's eyes gleamed with a red light.

"Please wait a moment, we are preparing black tea for you."

Stella gritted her teeth, the veins on the back of her hand bulging.

"You tin toy, dare to stop me? My master said that if any clueless players come knocking, we'll crush them with the rules!"

Elizabeth turned her head, the mechanical cervical spine making a grinding sound.

"The master's highest order before leaving was to guard the house. To blindly start a war before assessing the enemy's strength has an 82% chance of damaging the castle hall. This is disloyalty to the master."

"You damned piece of junk!" Stella trembled with rage, but forcibly stopped what she was doing.

Damaging the owner's property is indeed a crime she cannot bear.

Scarface laughed even more wildly upon seeing this.

"I told you these weirdos don't have sharp minds. As long as we exploit the loopholes in their rules, they won't even dare to fight back."

He swaggered to the dining table, sat down, and placed his mud-covered boots directly on the pristine white tablecloth.

"Hurry up and serve the tea. If the tea doesn't suit my taste, I'm going to cause a scene."

Zhuque stood at the door, her folding fan slightly closed.

These two A-grade maids were too restrained; it was as if they were deliberately stalling for time.

"Let's finish this quickly, stop playing around," Suzaku coldly ordered.

"Yes, ma'am." Scarface agreed verbally, but his gaze swept back and forth over Stella. "This head maid is quite pretty. We'll cut off her hands and feet later and take her back as a collectible."

At that moment, Elizabeth walked in carrying a silver tray.

Five cups of steaming black tea were placed on the tray.

"Please enjoy your black tea." Elizabeth placed the teacups in front of Scarface and the others one by one.

Scarface picked up the teacup, brought it to his nose, and smelled it.

"No poison, no curse aura, just ordinary black tea." He curled his lip and slammed the teacup heavily on the table.

"That's it? Is this all the garbage your castle serves its guests?" Scarface grabbed Elizabeth by the collar and dragged her in front of him.

"What I want is your lord's life. Go and call out your damn lord, or I'll tear you to pieces right now."

Elizabeth was grabbed by the collar and her feet were dangling in the air.

A rapid red light flickered in her eyes.

"Warning: Visitors have launched a physical attack on the castle guards, triggering a hostile invasion check."

"The welcome agreement has been terminated."

"Execution proceedings initiated."