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

Upon hearing that he would be dancing on stage with an A-level eerie dancer...

The player community was in an uproar.

Once the request to dance together is accepted.

They must always be on guard against the bizarre rules that could lead to their deaths at the hands of the dancers!

White Tiger slammed the heavy chainsaw onto the floor, cursing, "Stop playing tricks! I'm here to pull down the flag, who has time to dance with you!"

The Crimson Lord didn't even glance at the White Tiger, but instead fiddled with the bone ring on his finger.

Xuanwu raised his hand to stop the irritable Baihu, a layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

"Don't be impulsive. This is a plot-driven death. Refusing the invitation means certain death. Even if you go on stage to dance, you must abide by the hidden dance rules. If your steps are out of place or you touch on any taboos, you will also be eliminated by the strange power of the rules."

"What are we going to do? Just wait to be chosen?" The diary in the bespectacled man's hand fell to the ground.

"Let's gamble on luck." Qinglong exhaled a breath of turbid air. "The dancer is an A-level anomaly, and we S-level players have anomaly items. She will most likely pick on you easy targets."

Upon hearing this, all the new A-level players turned pale.

The music from the phonograph grew increasingly shrill.

The dancer spun wildly in the center of the hall, her red skirt billowing and creating gusts of decaying air.

Click.

The stylus of the phonograph got stuck on the film, and the music stopped.

The dancer stopped in her tracks.

Her face, covered in thick white powder, turned towards the players' side.

The empty eye sockets contained no eyeballs, only two flickering green will-o'-the-wisps, which traveled down from the White Tiger and Black Tortoise—finally settling on the shortest person in the room, a white-haired little girl who was hugging a tattered bear and eating a lollipop.

The dancer twisted her stiff neck and walked with strange steps to Jiang Luo. She bent down and extended her hands, which were covered with long black nails, in an inviting gesture.

The entire room fell silent.

Jiang Luo: "???"

Picking the weak one?

(눈‸눈)

Jiang Luo snorted coldly in his heart.

Are you blind?

The fear factor is delivered right to our doorstep, so let's not refuse it!

Jiang Luo's eyes reddened, and two crystal tears rolled into her eyes.

She clung tightly to Hongye's arm, her voice trembling with tears, "Sister Hongye, Luoluo doesn't want to dance. That auntie is so ugly and smelly. Luoluo is scared."

Hongye was heartbroken. She drew her short sword and stood in front of Jiang Luo, saying, "She's just an ordinary child. I'll jump for her!"

The dancer let out a sharp scream.

An invisible, eerie force struck Hongye in the chest, knocking her back several steps.

This scene made the dancer even more certain.

She jumped on an easy target!

"The rules are locked and cannot be changed." The Crimson Lord let out a piercing laugh from the head of the table. "Little girl, if you don't go up on stage, you'll be turned into mincemeat."

Jiang Luo wiped away her tears, reluctantly let go of Hongye's hand, and walked towards the center of the hall, her little leather shoes clicking as she looked back every few steps.

The players quickly looked away.

Xuanwu shook his head.

This child's luck is absolutely terrible.

Pity.

In their eyes, this cute little girl is about to turn into a pile of minced meat in the next second.

The phonograph started turning again.

The dancer grabbed Jiang Luo's slender wrist with such force that it almost crushed the bones. She opened her red-lipped mouth, eager to witness her prey's desperate screams.

but--

Jiang Luo did not scream.

She tilted her head back, and a radiant smile suddenly bloomed on her tear-streaked, delicate face.

(◕ᴗ◕✿)

"Sister, your grip isn't even as strong as Luo Luo's when she squeezes slimes," Jiang Luo whispered in the dancer's ear.

Dancer: "???"

The dancer was stunned.

The music tempo quickened.

According to the rules of murder, the dancer deliberately made erratic dance steps in an attempt to trip Jiang Luo. If Jiang Luo fell, it would trigger the rule that a dance mistake would result in death.

The players below the stage then realized how terrifying the dancer was.

"I see it now. The dancer's killing rule is that you can't make a mistake while dancing. If the person invited can't keep up with the dancer's dance, he will be killed by the dancer!" The bespectacled man pushed up his glasses, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Damn, thank goodness I wasn't chosen..."

Everyone gasped in shock.

This dancer's dancing speed is completely beyond what humans can keep up with!

Jiang Luo is likely in grave danger this time...

Everyone secretly worried for Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo appeared unsteady, like a puppet being pulled along.

Beneath her skirt, a dozen tiny, dark red tentacles silently pierced the wooden floor, anchoring her lower body as firmly as a stone block.

Dancer: "???"

How can this little girl be so strong?!

Just as the dancer raised her right foot, preparing to crush Jiang Luo's knee,

Click.

A crisp sound of bones cracking echoed throughout the hall.

The dancer's left foot drooped down, white bone fragments piercing the shoe. Before she could figure out what was happening, she lost her balance and fell to the ground, knocking over two chairs beside her.

The music abruptly stopped.

Jiang Luo stood there, blinking her big, innocent eyes, her soft voice echoing in the hall: "Oh dear, Auntie, why did you fall? You danced off-beat!"

The dancer then realized something was wrong!

This little girl is no pushover!

She tried her best but couldn't trip the other person; instead, the force tripped her up!

This means that...

The opponent's strength far surpasses that of myself!

How is this possible?!

[Ding! The dancer's fear level has increased by 3000!]

The dancer twitched on the floor like a puppet with its strings cut.

The broken left foot was twisted grotesquely.

White bone fragments pierced through the red dancing shoes.

Black blood flowed down the wound, spreading a foul-smelling stain on the carpet.

Jiang Luo stood still and poked her pink cheeks.

"Auntie, do you have osteoporosis? You need to take calcium supplements when you dance."

She tilted her head back, her voice clear and soft. Her face was full of innocent naiveté.

The hall was deathly silent.

The phonograph stylus spins freely on the film.

sizzle.

Hongye was the first to react. She rushed forward, carrying her short sword, and shielded Jiang Luo behind her.

"Lolo, are you alright?"

Hongye looked the little girl up and down to make sure she hadn't lost a single hair before she breathed a sigh of relief.

The white tiger rubbed its eyes.

The heavy chainsaw, which was half the height of a person, almost hit the instep of his foot.

"This is ridiculous! A Level A weirdo tripped and fell flat on his face and broke his leg?"

Qinglong pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

The wind blades at his fingertips quietly dissipated.

"The bizarre rule is definitely valid. The condition for this dancer to kill is that her dance steps cannot be wrong. She just tried to trip Lolo, but her own balance system had a logical conflict, which caused her dance steps to go wrong and directly triggered the rule backlash."

Xuanwu loosened his grip on the spectral shield.

"This child's luck is uncanny. If the dancer hadn't made a mistake, we wouldn't have had time to save her at that speed."

The players nodded in agreement.

The way he looked at Jiang Luo was like he was looking at a walking koi fish.

In this perilous SS-level dungeon, being able to escape the certain death rule once by sheer luck is practically an act of pure good fortune.

Jiang Luo buried her face in Hongye's clothes, her shoulders trembling.

He looks terrified.

She was actually biting her lip hard, afraid that she would laugh out loud.

(￣ー￣) What the hell is this backlash from the rules!

Do you think that rotten bone with its brains dried up can trip up the master?