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

The fake Jiang Luo stared wide-eyed at the unharmed Lin Meng.

"You do have some skills; I really underestimated you..."

The replica's face, which looked exactly like Jiang Luo's, was completely distorted with horror. She slammed the tattered bear in her hand onto the wood-shaving ground.

Jiang Luo crunched the lollipop in her mouth, picked up the Blood Moon Scythe from the ground, and took a step forward with her little feet stepping through the sticky blood.

"Of course! How could someone like you possibly understand Lolo's wisdom?"

Jiang Luo gripped the long sickle handle with both hands and swung it directly at the still-dazed imposter.

The two Blood Moon Scythes, each radiating the same SS-level abyssal pressure, collided violently in mid-air once again. The violent energy ripples completely overturned the already dilapidated principal's office, and concrete blocks mixed with steel bars fell from the ceiling.

The replica used the force of the impact to retreat to the window. She reached out and wiped the bloodstains on her cheek from the rubble. Her initial shock slowly turned into a malicious sneer.

"Your methods are indeed impressive; you actually thought of using rule-balancing to save this human, but... you're still too naive!"

The fake Jiang Luo assumed a fighting stance again, and the shadow behind her began to twist and expand wildly.

Jiang Luo rolled her eyes inwardly. She was fed up with this low-quality parrot who could only repeat himself. Just as she was about to call out Jiang Xiaobai and devour him, Lin Meng's hoarse and dry voice came from behind.

"Stop hitting her, she's just a shadow clone that maintains its form by absorbing energy from your body."

Lin Meng opened the "53" workbook in her hand and looked up at the replica standing by the window.

"Her existence logic is to perfectly replicate your attack. As long as you stop releasing energy, her body will automatically collapse in less than three minutes."

simply put.

The fake Jiang Luo's strength depends on the real Jiang Luo's strength. As long as the real Jiang Luo stops releasing the strange aura, the fake Jiang Luo will lose the source of his power and become an ordinary person without any strength.

Conversely, if Jiang Luo releases a strange aura, the fake Jiang Luo can possess the exact same abilities as Jiang Luo.

Lin Meng held the red pen between her fingers and, with a single sentence, completely exposed the fake Jiang Luo's true colors.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Luo immediately suppressed the violent abyssal pressure emanating from her body. She stuffed the Blood Moon Scythe into the void and patted the dust off her small hands.

(￣ェ￣;)

It turns out that Lolo was fighting with her own shadow.

That old coal briquette's methods are disgusting!

When the fake Jiang Luo saw Jiang Luo immediately put away her weapon, the smile on her face froze completely, and her scarlet eyes stared intently at Lin Meng standing in the corridor.

"Since you're so eager to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

The fake Jiang Luo let out a sharp scream, and her body quickly melted into a pool of black mud on the spot.

The muddy mess spread towards Lin Meng at a speed that defied all logic, following the cracks in the tiles.

Lin Meng stood still without even trying to dodge; she simply looked down at the changing numbers on her workbook.

A tall, thin, dark figure silently emerged from the wall behind Lin Meng, and a withered hand covered in white skull patterns reached directly for the back of Lin Meng's neck.

"Old Coal Ball, Lolo's been waiting for you to show your face!"

Jiang Luo's soft, childlike voice boomed through the corridor, and her petite body unleashed a terrifying speed that defied the laws of physics, directly blocking Lin Meng's path.

She once again drew the massive Blood Moon Scythe from the void, its broad blade slicing through space with a piercing, screeching sound, and slammed it down onto the withered hand.

The collision of metal and bone produced blinding sparks, and the man in the black top hat was thrown backward by the violent force until his back hit the wall of the corridor and he came to a stop.

Naya raised his hand, which was numb from the shock, and looked down at the wound on his hand. The elegant smile on his face finally crumbled.

"What exactly are you trying to do? Coming to the human world to play this pointless game of make-believe, is it just to ambush an ordinary person who isn't even a monster?"

Jiang Luo slung the sickle over her shoulder, looking at the indescribable entity she had cleaved back, her crimson eyes filled with disdain.

Nyar reached out and straightened his disheveled black top hat. He clapped his hands lightly, and a hoarse aria echoed in the cold corridor.

"My lord, you are indeed a bit smarter than I thought, but you are still too naive."

Naya's empty eyes were fixed on Jiang Luo's delicate and lovely face.

"The position of Lord of Red Moon Castle cannot be secured by mere cleverness and brute force." He took a step forward.

Jiang Luo pressed the tip of his tongue against the sharp shark tooth, plotting how to cut this pretentious fellow into eight hundred pieces.

"That thing that exists beneath the castle possesses terrifying power capable of overturning the entire bizarre dimension, but it is definitely not something a little kid like you can handle."

Naya pointed her withered finger in Jiang Luo's direction, her tone filled with undisguised mockery.

"One day, that power will completely devour your sanity, and you will lose everything you have now, turning into a monster that only knows how to kill."

After Naya finished speaking, black necromantic moths began to appear around his body, clearly preparing to escape from the instance again.

Jiang Luo was so angry that her cheeks puffed up. She was the dignified Lord of the Red Moon and the overlord of the northern region of the strange world.

He was actually taught how to control his strength by a rat in the sewer.

o(▼皮▼メ;)o

Today, Lolo is determined to strip you off this black leather outfit and turn it into a rug!

Just as Jiang Luo was about to swing his scythe to cut all the moths to pieces, the surrounding space suddenly froze completely.

The undead moths fluttering in mid-air were frozen in their flapping state, and even the red pen in Lin Meng's hand, which was about to write, hovered on the paper.

The whole world seemed to be paused, with only a hint of undisguised terror flashing in Naya's empty eyes as he stiffly turned his neck toward Jiang Luo.

An aura of destruction, more ancient and pure than the abyss, slowly emanated from Jiang Luo's body.

Jiang Luo's scarlet eyes gradually lost focus, her body slumped limply, and a tall, slender figure slowly emerged from her petite frame.

He was a young man exuding an absolute sense of oppression from someone in a superior position. He had the same waterfall-like white hair as Jiang Luo, and his eyes, as bright as rubies, flowed with a chilling elegance and composure.

He was dressed in a gorgeous and elaborate dark red tailcoat, his slender fingers gently toying with a soul coin that emitted a ghostly blue light, his leather shoes making a crisp sound as they stepped into the void.

"Long time no see, Nyarlathotep."