After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

So, Lei Hong thought.

If I hadn't become the dungeon boss, you wouldn't have been able to fulfill Gu Xiaoying's wish and wouldn't have been able to clear the dungeon at all.

And now, I've become a stepping stone for players to complete the game.

The live stream chat was filled with cheers and exclamations. Meanwhile, in the old archives, Lei Hong, who had been working for someone else's benefit from the very beginning, stared intently at Tang Li, who was talking to herself, his eyes like those of a vengeful ghost ready to devour her.

He could hate her five times, ten times more.

Because once the conditions for clearing the dungeon are met, the human faction immediately wins.

At this moment, several bullet comments appeared in front of Tang Li, Qiu Wanting, and Jiang Hui at the same time, and the notification sounds rang in their ears.

[System notification: Worldview verification has been passed.]

[System notification: Boss Lei Hong's wish has been fulfilled.]

Congratulations! All dungeon completion requirements have been met. You can leave the dungeon at any time!

Fireworks lit up the live stream room, a rousing symphony played, and bright red banners were unfurled.

Congratulations to the human faction on their victory! Respect to the outstanding players!

Through the rapidly flashing barrage of bullets, Tang Li met Lei Hong's trembling pupils.

A victory for the human faction would mean the destruction of the instance.

Lei Hong involuntarily hugged his arms, bowing forward unconsciously, his teeth chattering uncontrollably, whether from anger or fear. The same white text kept refreshing his vision:

[Warning! Warning! The player has met all the completion requirements!]

[Warning! The unorthodox faction has failed! The dungeon is about to collapse!]

[You're trash among the dungeon bosses! Fool! Scoundrel! If you had even a shred of dignity, you should be dead!]

[System Notification: The "Dungeon Boss" Lei Hong's status has changed to "Vagabond." You have become a dungeon refugee. Please find a new place to stay within seven standard days, otherwise, you may be recycled as nutrients for cultivating a new dungeon.]

"Dean Lei Hong," Tang Li said with a beaming smile, "do you like the three-minute trial card for the dungeon boss I'm giving you?"

"Oh dear," she said, shrugging, "since the hospital's gone, I can't call you Dean Lei Hong anymore, can I?"

"—Lei Hong, the homeless man?"

Lei Hong stood there blankly, his gaze unfocused.

What happened? He thought slowly and sluggishly.

One second he was overjoyed that his long-cherished wish had finally come true, but the next second, not only was his wish shattered again, but everything he had painstakingly built up also left him.

Everything... is gone.

All of this is because of her.

Before me, she stood smugly, smiling.

Lei Hong's eyes suddenly focused.

You fool, you smug fool, you despicable scoundrel! Perhaps your schemes and tricks will allow you to escape this time, but your one major blunder will be your death sentence. How dare you, after so thoroughly toying with me, dare to appear before me so arrogantly?!

"No!" "No, no, no!" "Announcer!" "Run!"

The next instant, Lei Hong roared out.

The new, eerie boss suddenly appeared and pounced on Tang Li, his hand flashing with a sharp, blinding blade.

Tang Li didn't move, but smiled.

"A cornered dog will jump over the wall."

The scalpel, grazing the last syllable, plunged viciously into Tang Li's chest.

What followed was less than a tenth of a breath.

Before the viewers waiting in the live stream could even blink, the explosion had already delivered a painful blow to everyone's eardrums.

A tremendous roar, and surging heat waves.

The old archives were engulfed by a sudden burst of light and heat.

"???" "It exploded?" "Host!!!"

"...How come you're still alive and well, anchor?"

"Ugh, you bastard streamer! You even lied to us fans who gave you money?!"

Five minutes ago, player Tang Li's forum search history:

#Ignoring cost-effectiveness, which Stand item has the strongest destructive power?

#Is there an upgraded version of the prop [Substitute Gourd]?

What happens if you stuff a bomb inside the Stand Gourd Pro Max?

Tang Li opened her eyes, her thoughts returning from the substitute prop to her real body.

She had, of course, left the old archives a step earlier, and now held curved surgical scissors in her right hand and a cricket fighting basin in her left.

His appearance is three parts funny, but also seven parts handsome.

With heroic bearing and boundless enthusiasm, he yearns to ascend to the heavens and grasp the bright moon.

Tang Li recalled the last thing she saw before her consciousness left her: Lei Hong had been blown to a dark gray color, yet he was still staggering out of the center of the explosion.

As expected of the "former" dungeon boss, Jiang Hui was right; bombs alone wouldn't be enough to defeat Lei Hong.

but……

Tang Li thought to herself, her heart churning with malice.

Lei Hong, do you think I'd let you comfortably be the dungeon boss?

Of course not, I'll make you go from being the supreme master of the dungeon to a homeless refugee in an instant.

But do you really think I'd let you eke out a living as a homeless person?

...Do I, who know everything, look that kind of person?

at the same time.

In a world that quietly opens its arms.

Take photos, record videos, scream.

"There's something in the sky! It's getting closer, what is it?!"

"Has the sky fallen?"

"Is this a mirage? Why hasn't the authorities issued a statement yet?"

"Is it related to something supernatural? Why are there more and more strange things happening! Will it fall down? Should we take refuge?"

Traffic was chaotic, and the place was filled with noise.

More and more pedestrians stopped and looked up at the sky.

A dark shadow stretched across the sunny day.

Red and blue lights flashed by as uniformed administrators forcefully intervened in the escalating chaos. Public trust began to take effect, and under their coordination, the flow of people and vehicles gradually returned to order.

Middle-aged men and young people were also among them, but at this moment, there was not a trace of relaxation on their faces.

The young man looked up at the enormous, dark shadow approaching in the sky, his fingers pressing down on his earpiece as he asked urgently, "Has the origin of the unidentified flying object still not been determined?"

The dispatch center's channels were also filled with jumbled chatter. The operator shouted, "It had no flight path; it just appeared out of thin air... Wait a minute, Lao Qing, take a look at this image!"

The middle-aged man, known as "Lao Qing," struggled to squeeze through the crowd. A light screen popped up on his wrist, displaying images taken at close range by the aircraft as it approached the unknown flying object.

Old Qing stared intently at it. After a moment, he took a deep breath, and his hard, iron-like arms began to tremble.

"This, this is!" he exclaimed incredulously, uttering the name he hadn't forgotten for years, "Lee's Private Hospital!"