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

"After waiting for a full hundred years, someone actually broke this seal..."

The thick fog of grayish-yellow grave soil was torn apart by a sticky malice.

What emerged from behind the gate silenced all the high-ranking eerie beings in the entire Red Moon Castle.

He was a tall, thin Black man.

He wore a finely crafted, but cemetery-covered, top-hatted black hat.

Her long black tuxedo billowed back and forth in the windless underground passage.

What's most chilling is the strange white skull pattern on his face.

Each line seemed to have its own life as it slowly crawled across his skin.

Jiang Luo's fingers, gripping the Blood Moon Scythe, froze in mid-air.

The man's image was reflected in her ruby-like eyes.

I felt an indescribable slippery sensation that went straight up my optic nerve and into my cerebral cortex.

(ΩДΩ)！ ！ ！

What the hell is this mental pollution?!

Her SS-rank loli body, which was perfectly immune to the abyss's corruption, actually felt nauseous the moment she saw the other person.

She could feel her sanity level dropping at an alarming rate.

"Step back."

Jiang Luo's soft, clear voice carried a hint of coldness and hardness.

She held the scythe in front of her chest, using it to block Stella and Yunyi, who were about to move forward, from behind.

Jiang Xiaobai's gaping maw, filled with interlocking fangs, let out a low, irritated growl.

This SS-class Calamity, which dares to eat anything, surprisingly did not pounce on it and tear it apart.

Instead, he huddled in Jiang Luo's shadow, staring intently at the man in the top hat.

The man's eyes, hidden in the shadow of his hat brim, curved into a chilling arc.

He raised his right hand, gloved in white silk, and gracefully removed the black top hat from his head, placing it on his chest.

He performed a perfect, impeccable English aristocratic hat-tipping in the direction of Jiang Luo.

"Nice to meet you, this young body that exudes a captivating aura of destruction."

The man spoke with a strange, operatic aria in his tone.

That hoarse voice was like the noise of fingernails scraping a blackboard, making you want to plug your ears.

"You can call me Samadhi, but in this remote and impoverished world I prefer another old-fashioned name."

He put the top hat back on his head.

The crawling skull pattern at the corner of his eye stretched all the way to his ear.

"Please call me Nyarlathotep."

Nyarlathotep?

Jiang Luo slammed the scythe heavily onto the hard, damp ground.

Why does that sound so familiar?

It feels like I've heard this somewhere in a past life?

"Uncle, have you been locked up in this dark, dilapidated basement for too long and damaged your brain?"

Jiang Luo's fair cheeks puffed up in anger.

She walked barefoot on the stone slabs with water stains.

His ruby-like eyes were filled with disdain, as if he were looking at a lunatic.

"Stop playing tricks on Lolo. Lolo didn't let you out from behind the door to listen to your opera. Hurry up and hand over your valuables as rent!"

A strong killing intent flashed in Stella's sickly purple eyes.

She gripped the giant, scarlet scissors tightly with both hands.

The sharp blade sparked brightly in the darkness.

"You shameless ugly freak, how dare you look directly at your master with such disgusting eyes! Stella will now cut all those repulsive worms on your face to pieces, bit by bit!"

The blood-stained long dress on Yun Yi's body suddenly erupted with a frenzied power at the peak of S-rank.

The rusty scalpel transformed into a dark red streak, aiming straight for the man's throat.

The scalpel, imbued with the power of deadly rules, seemed to pierce into a void of quagmire the moment it touched the black tuxedo.

It lost all contact completely before it could even make a sound.

Yun Yi stood frozen in place, his face filled with astonishment.

She couldn't sense even the slightest bit of strange energy fluctuations emanating from the other person.

Naya ignored the warnings that were enough to tear an A-rank lord to shreds.

He slowly and deliberately smoothed out non-existent wrinkles on the tuxedo.

"What a group of energetic and irritable young people. Your anger seems to me as bitter and uninteresting as unsweetened black coffee."

His unfocused eyes pierced through the eerie army blocking his way, staring intently at Jiang Luo, who was gripping his scythe.

His smile became increasingly exaggerated and eerie.

"As a return gift for freeing me from this damned seal, the generous Nyarlathotep has decided to give you a magnificent gift that can set the whole world ablaze."

The man spread his arms out in a gesture of blissful intoxication, embracing the entire dark space.

"I will personally travel to that filthy land to utterly destroy the entire human world for you, so that the hymns of despair and death will be the perfect background music for your coronation on the supreme throne."

Jiang Luo almost dropped the Blood Moon Scythe in his hand.

???

(O_O)? Is this old man crazy?!

"Uncle, are you deaf? When did Lolo say she wanted to destroy the human world?!"

Jiang Luo was so angry that she jumped up and down.

She had just spent countless hours assembling the team for Red Moon Castle.

They're preparing to raise human players as fat sheep for sustainable panic harvesting.

If this big, black guy who suddenly appeared out of nowhere were to run over and start a massacre...

Those self-important S-class players in the Federation will definitely hold her accountable for this mess!

Who would dare to send fear points into her dungeon then!

This is equivalent to a madman running onto her territory and vowing to smash all her ATMs to pieces.

They even went so far as to call it a gift for her!

"You lunatic, stop right there! Did Lolo let you leave?!"

Jiang Luo swung the giant war scythe, which was twice her height.

The SS-level abyssal power transformed into a dark red light blade that tore through space and slashed fiercely towards Naya's body, which was dressed in a tuxedo.

"No need to thank me yet, my lovely little master. The show is just beginning."

Naya made no attempt to avoid it and even took off her hat again to give a farewell.

The dark red blade pierced straight through his tall, thin body.

The rumbling sound, devoid of any regular collisions, did not stir up a single speck of smoke.

His bizarre body, like a television screen with a poor signal, scattered into countless black, undead moths fluttering their wings amidst a jarring static noise.

The moths fluttered haphazardly a few times in the damp passage before merging directly into the surrounding void without leaving a trace.

Jiang Luo stood there, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.

Ran?

They actually ran away so blatantly right under her nose, the overlord of the North District!

Jiang Xiaobai peeked out from the shadows, revealing a head with interlocking fangs.

He sniffed the air hard and shook his head at Jiang Luo with a very aggrieved expression, indicating that even he couldn't find any trace of that strange person.

[Warning! An unidentifiable entity has been detected that has completely deviated from the dimensional coordinates of the bizarre world!]

[Preliminary assessment indicates that the other party has already entered the human world!]

Jiang Luo: "???"

You actually went?!