Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 125

Chapter 20

The system voice announced the room assignment phase.

There were nine levels in the Nine-Tiered Spire. The danger posed by the boss increased with every flight of stairs.

The first eight floors were open for residency with a strict limit of two tenants per level. Any stragglers would be

terminated.

Every floor was already occupied by monsters. We had to bunk with the enemy.

The ninth floor remained sealed until the monsters below were exterminated.

We had to break bread with monsters for seven days and then summon the nerve to slaughter them.

It sounded like a suicide mission. My Sanity Level teetered on the edge of a spike.

The new players panicked. They stampeded toward the lower, “safer” levels.

My terrible eyesight kept me out of the fray. I decided to wait for the dust to settle.

Eventually, only the seventh and eighth floors remained unclaimed. Only four of us were left standing outside the Spire.

Two beefy gym-rat types shot me a grim look. They headed up to the seventh floor together.

I turned to scout the perimeter for clues. A clammy, trembling hand tugged at my hem.

‘Miss?” a voice stammered. “Can I partner with you?”

A sickly teenager stood there coughing into his sleeve. He looked terrified.

The others had rejected him instantly. They clearly viewed his frail frame as a liability.

I raised an eyebrow and gave him a friendly nod. I started the climb to the eighth floor.

God, I was too charitable for my own good.

I was blissfully unaware that the live stream chat feed was already dissecting us.

[Check it out. Those last four have their usernames hidden. They must be the anonymous entries]

[Why is that chick bundled up like a mummy? Is she hideous or something?]

(Heads up. The three guys are total unknowns. Their stats do not exist on the apex guild leaderboards]

[We are doomed. No carries in this group. This new dungeon is going to be a total party wipe |

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The walls were built from jagged obsidian and lined with rows of polished white skulls. Glowing red orbs studded the

masonry like watching eyes.

To my blind eyes, they just looked like festive holiday decorations.

I happily scampered up to the eighth floor. I was stopped dead by a solid door painted a violent, arterial red.

The wood radiated a bone-deep chill. It smelled copper-heavy, like a slaughterhouse.

The boy, who introduced himself as Caleb Hogan, looked at the barrier with despair. “What do we do? If we do not get

inside before nightfall, the system executes us.”

“Relax” I said, patting his shoulder. “Watch and learn.”

I fished a piece of wire from my backpack.

I pressed my eye against the keyhole and arched my back at an awkward angle. I started jiggling the wire with

professional intensity.

With a satisfying click, the tumblers aligned. The door swung open.

I kicked it wide and shouted into the gloom. “Honey, I am home!”

The chat feed exploded.

[Is she insane? She is breaking and entering a monster’s lair!]

[I give up. I came here to watch pros, not some suicidal weirdo.]

[Gotta admit, those lockpicking skills are legit. Was she a cat burglar in her past life?]

If I could have seen the comments, I would have set them straight.

Hardly. I paid 1000 redemption credits to download that skill set.

Caleb looked horrified. He gripped my sleeve and whispered, “Are you crazy? Are you not scared?”

I waved him off and leaned in close. A cunning glint flashed in my unfocused eyes.

“Surviving seven days is easy,” I whispered. “Killing them is the hard part.”

“But think about it. If I gain their trust and make them see me as family. I can catch them off guard. It makes the tinal

blow much easier.”

“Psychological warfare beats brute force every time.” I lectured.

“And if I am treating them like family, then this is my house. I will walk in however I please.”

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Knocking? Manners? Those concepts did not apply here.

Caleb looked at me with pure hero worship.

We barely stepped across the threshold when a small figure in a red dress rocketed toward us like a heat-seeking missile.

The chat feed went wild.

[Holy shit! That is the Blood-Drenched Girl! She has been missing from the rotation for years!]

[What is she doing in a new instance?]

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