Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266: Shift

Leon, while swinging against a bloated, pulsating flesh construct shaped like a mass of tendrils and bone, missed his mark. His longsword came down at the wrong angle, being less precise than usual, and the monster responded.

It let out a screech unlike anything they’d heard. From its body, a single tendril shot forward, too fast for him to react.

*THWIP!*

A black leech-like growth slammed against his armor and wormed its way into the gap between his chestplate and neck guard.

"Fuck!" Sasha cried out, losing an arrow that blew apart the monster’s core. It was too late.

The warrior stumbled back while alarmedly grabbing at his neck. The parasite was already gone. Inside.

"I’m fine..." Leon muttered soon after examining his body thoroughly, but his face said otherwise. He was pale and visibly trying not to vomit.

Kaiden and the others rushed to his side. "Where is it?"

Leon shook his head. "I felt it... Something burrowed inside. I can still feel it moving. It’s not hurting me, but..."

He didn’t finish the sentence.

Diaz had a grim tone. "You need to get it checked. It might be a symbiote. Could be waiting to take control or, more fitting for this dungeon’s theme, eat you from the inside out."

For a moment, Leon hesitated. He was frustrated with his giant mistake. A momentary lapse in focus was enough to not only jeopardize the dungeon clear but also possibly cost him his life. His hand trembled over the hilt of his blade as his anger at himself grew.

Then he turned away, biting down hard on his frustration. "I’m heading back out. I’m sorry, everyone... I hope they can get it out quickly."

Kaiden nodded. "We’ll handle things here."

Leon was the only man in the Nova Circuit gang he didn’t harbor strong emotions for, so he acted toward the man as an ally deserved.

"That wasn’t just bad luck or an amateur mistake..." Nyx murmured while watching Leon’s retreating back. "The curse is getting stronger."

"Yet the best thing we can do is keep our stomachs full," Bastet responded. "That seems to be our only effective counter. Whenever we ate right before an encounter, I didn’t get pains during the fight."

"... Let’s do that. After every victory, we pause to fill our stomachs," Vaelira spoke up with finality evident in her tone. "We’ll become a bit slower, but we’re ahead of schedule. Our food supplies can handle it, and I can keep my summons active to do the hauling."

"Sounds g-"

*Ba-dump!*

Leon hadn’t even taken more than twenty steps toward the exit when it happened.

The air itself trembled as if some impossible heartbeat had shaken the foundations of the dungeon.

A second later, the walls moved.

There was no great cracking of stone, no screech of shifting architecture. It happened with unnatural fluidity. Corridors rearranged themselves silently, floor tiles shifted into spiraling mosaics, and the exit behind them was... gone.

"Did the dungeon just... shapeshift?" Luna whispered.

To whomsoever may lay hand upon this record, be they beast, man, or descendant of the lost line, I offer this warning:

My sovereign, Count Adamar Veylin, was eternal no longer. He fell not to steel nor spell, but to the dreadful curse of hunger itself, an affliction he once sought to command.

His sons have inherited his estates, his vaults, his carnal halls and crimson gardens... but one relic was left in my stewardship. Not out of oversight, but intent.

For within the depths of the Count’s treasury slumbers a crown not meant for those who wear titles, but for those who wield worth. It is not simply stolen... It is to be earned.

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