“Here, just like you said, there is no true death.”
“To experience the process of death over and over and over again.”
“I am like this.”
“You are too.”
Daisianwei’s joy was now overflowing to her throat, even though her throat was still very “viscous,” with the body tissues from the burns still stuck together.
But…
She still spoke these words in her hoarse voice, with unrestrained laughter.
She looked at Will’s expression – he seemed to have known this for a long time and didn’t show much surprise, rather his expression became serious.
What a pity.
Daisianwei sighed inwardly, but did not let the smile fade from her face.
Will – the current Guild Master of the Adventurer’s Guild, the cautious adventurer who diligently investigated all the BOSS’s information before a fight, what was he thinking?
Oh, first of all, it should be about Daisianwei’s few “clear the dungeon” records, right?
Perhaps before the hundredth floor, there was still a chance for her to truly “die,” but at that time, Carver had already found her, and any adventurer who had the chance to kill Daisianwei was stopped by Carver.
So…
The Will in front of her now must have already known –
All of Daisianwei’s BOSS fight records.
Were records of her inability to die!
Were records of her being killed over and over again and reviving, just like now.
“…”
Will steadied his stance, and at this moment, he put away his staff.
He said nothing, just looked at her.
Daisianwei walked towards Will step by step.
Her body, which had just been “burned to death,” had “recovered completely” in appearance.
Only some parts were still not perfect.
For example, her neck, damaged by the burns and looking like it had broken, was still hanging by a thread to her shoulder, stretched much longer than its original length.
But beneath that skin, there were no blue arteries, only fair skin.
“However, dying by being ‘scorched’ like this is my first time! So this is what it feels like to be burned to death.”
Daisianwei spread her arms, her feet casting no shadow.
She recalled the “burning” experience Will had gifted her just now, describing it madly –
“The body could not withstand the scorching heat, first the lungs could not feel ‘breath,’ then every part of the body went numb bit by bit in the high temperature, crying out for cold relief, until all sensation of temperature was lost—”
As she spoke, she walked in front of Will.
“You, truly, just like in the legends, greatly… enjoy death.”
“That’s right, I’ve never hidden that.”
Daisianwei wiped her rosy lips.
Just as she appeared before everyone, when she said she liked to experience “death” again and again, she truly meant it.
She spun lightly in front of Will.
“Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful. It was a ‘death’ full of heat – since you gave me such a death, I can believe for a little bit that Will, you truly… love them. Just like your passion for me, your love for them is also like this, isn’t it?”
Then, she leaned into him, her crimson eyes fixed on him.
Her gaze was filled with “emotion,” overflowing with “self-satisfaction.”
“You really… cannot ‘die’?”
Will returned her gaze, equally filled with emotion.
However, this gaze was filled with “overflowing” “disgust for her.”
“Of course, look, Will.”
Daisianwei actually quite liked it when people questioned if she “could not die.”
Because this way, she could perform her best skill for them again –
Daisianwei raised her hand.
Under the uneven burns, several of her carbonized fingers had broken off.
“One, two, three… four… five…”
She counted as her bones, flesh, and blood began to grow back visibly.
A swordsman had once, with the advantage of speed, cut her body into one hundred and thirty-eight pieces, each piece completely “random,” not even containing a single intact organ.
But starting from her beautiful half of an eyeball, her body began to slowly “reassemble,” finally solidifying again.
That was also a peculiar experience.
Even now, Daisianwei could still recall the tingling sensation as her internal organs gradually bonded together.
“Bang.”
As she finished counting.
She extended her fully grown hand and, in front of Will, with awkward, terrifying twists, set off a small firework.
“…”
Of course, her body’s “regeneration speed” making her unable to die was also within everyone’s expectations.
So, some black mages, who were good at “curses,” tried to stop her “regeneration speed.”
But they didn’t know –
Daisianwei didn’t need regeneration speed at all!
She could describe the state of her body now as a “large corpse” where each organ had its own will, and even if each part acted independently, she could still stand up.
On the stage of the Death Hall, she could dance a beautiful dance of death.
“Actually, even I don’t know. You say, what way can one ‘clear the dungeon’ that cannot even achieve ‘death’?”
“You’re lying to me. As the master of the Death Hall, you couldn’t possibly not know how to clear this place. Even… as Reviers, you must know how to clear all the dungeons…”
Will’s rapid questioning was cut off by Daisianwei’s newly rejoined finger joints, which were twisted and stiff.
“Of course, I’m not lying to you. Rather, since I’m standing in front of you like this and haven’t killed you yet, doesn’t that prove—”
Daisianwei’s dry, corpse-like fingers slid from Will’s lips to his chin.
She felt Will tremble, a rare occurrence.
This person who could carry his lover’s eyeballs with him and return them to his lover, who was a “BOSS,” would tremble from disgust at her fingers.
It’s quite unbelievable.
Will raised his head. As Daisianwei approached, he neither dodged nor attacked.
It was as if he had already convinced himself of Daisianwei’s “transformation” in his heart, and he looked up at her.
“Do you know? A long, long time ago, I pondered a question, and I also asked your father. Did he tell you?”
Daisianwei’s stiff, corpse-like hand, with its inelastic skin, grabbed Will’s chin.
“I… don’t know.”
“Oh, I forgot about your terrible father-son relationship. I’m so sorry.”
She winked one eye and smiled.
“Since you want to say it, go ahead.”
“I’m thinking about a question – why is it that Reviers’ final dungeon, the dungeon that seals the path to the deepest level, is always the ‘Death Hall’?”
She released her hand and turned around.
Her skirt, like her flesh, had “revived,” and the light short skirt spun a small circle in the air, allowing Will to see the “scars” on her inner thighs.
Similarly, on her inner thighs, there were no veins or “blood vessels.”
“I’m Troubled. I’ve been searching for the answer to this question for a long time. Could it be that Reviers’ ultimate pursuit is to bring this world, which we all cherish so much for its infinite possibilities, to ‘death’?”
Will didn’t attack either; he followed Daisianwei’s turning footsteps.
Daisianwei was pleased with his actions.
Because she had been wanting to find someone to discuss her theories with for a very long time.
To be honest, as a BOSS, she was quite talkative.
It’s just a pity that not many adventurers were willing to listen to her speak properly.
