VIP Chapter 442 Interlude: Shuna’s Fall
“I didn’t see it with any of my eyes.” Qishi jumped down, pointing to her eye patch, “Because I’m blind. How mean, Miss Pourxin~ How can you talk about other people’s shortcomings like that?”
She tilted her head and stuck out her tongue.
With her current attitude, Shuna didn’t see her treating her blindness as a shortcoming at all.
“What are you here for? To take me… to see Daisianwei?”
“Unhum~ Are you looking forward to it so much?”
She hummed a little tune and circled Shuna.
Shuna was very puzzled. Since she couldn’t see, and she wasn’t looking at Shuna when she circled, how did she know her position without Shuna speaking?
In a Dungeon where one could “survive” even after dying inside, having such strange people was also a reasonable thing.
“But it’s indeed reasonable. The boss Daisianwei has to personally take care of every child who becomes an elite BOSS after the hundredth floor.”
“…”
Shuna remained silent. Facing Qishi, who was constantly closing the social distance between them, she took two steps back.
“Take care? Rather, this meeting with the boss is just the boss drawing you a pie, hoping you’ll work hard.”
“Strange, Miss Pourxin, aren’t you here because you want to know…”
She paused slightly. Shuna knew she wasn’t looking at her, but she felt a chill looking at her eye patch.
“…the hope of ‘reviving’ someone in this world? Then you must see the boss. After all, in this world, no one else… understands death better than her.”
“!”
Shuna’s expression froze in shock for an instant.
Her acting was a bit poor at that moment. Even if she wanted to show her disgust for this boss, she should have maintained some interest deep down.
Too much time had passed, and she had received too many letters from Will, making her forget that she was role-playing a person driven mad by his death.
In that regard… she really needed to be more conspicuous.
…Was she reminding herself of this?
“Never mind, I won’t tease you anymore. Follow me.”
After saying that, Qishi rolled up her blond hair with her hand and opened the coffin Shuna was sitting in.
Beneath the coffin Shuna was sitting in was a winding spiral staircase going downward. The moment they stepped onto the stairs, they entered the interior of the Death Hall.
“We have to go into the interior of the Death Hall first.”
Then, they walked towards the “interior” of the Dungeon.
Shuna was really getting more and more opportunities to “travel” inside Dungeons.
Not to mention the “Tenth Demon City,” which was on friendly terms with that Empress, and in “Zero Demon City,” she had at least seen a Dungeon that was so highly integrated with reality.
As for the Death Hall.
The interior of the Death Hall was less “gloomy” than the word “death” represented, and more like a…
Temple.
It was hard to imagine that beneath a solemn black coffin lay stairs painted a bright plaster white.
And translucent frosted crystal stairs.
It was more divine than many “churches.”
However, Shuna thought to herself, in a sense, although a church is a place of faith for gods, when believers die, a coffin is also carried to the center of the church for a funeral.
Perhaps the two were inherently no different.
Thanking the gods for granting life also meant dedicating one’s death to the gods.
The interior of the Death Hall was entirely composed of such long white stairs. On the right side were glass windows that looked most like those in a church, colored and transparent. Outside was bright as a midsummer day, as if the sun at the summer solstice shone through the windows into the interior.
In contrast, the side displayed to Adventurers was like a dark rat surviving in a sunny corner.
Shuna followed Qishi onto the stairs and walked down step by step.
“The room of ‘Chariot Dismemberment.'”
“The room of ‘Hanging.'”
“The room of ‘Peaceful Sleep.'”
…
Of course, in a traditional “Dungeon,” the deeper you go, the lower it gets, so…
Qishi, who was practically jumping down now, didn’t intend to take her to the lowest level this way, did she?
However, Shuna followed for a very, very long time, feeling like she had descended over ten floors, and sensed something was not quite right.
She hadn’t heard of the Empress of a Dungeon not having “shortcuts” to various floors. Otherwise, wouldn’t she have to fear descending tens or even hundreds of floors of stairs every day to check on them?
Oh, is this how one becomes an Empress? It’s really great for exercising – Shuna thought to herself.
“Deis, where is she?”
“Deis… Wow, this is the first time I’ve heard anyone call her that.”
“Death Hall, calling Daisianwei ‘Death’ isn’t…”
“Don’t call her that to her face. She thinks it’s not magnificent enough, not cute enough. She might even kill you four or five times to vent her anger.”
“Annoying. So, are we going to walk like this? There must be some shortcut here—”
“Are you asking about Daisianwei’s room?”
Qishi stopped and tilted her head slightly, aiming her right ear at Shuna as if listening intently.
“Otherwise? Her room must be at the deepest part, because your rooms are all at the bottom. Hmm… but I haven’t been to the deepest part here yet…”
“Right and wrong. It is indeed at the ‘deepest part,’ but it is not reached in this manner.”
“Then why are you still going down—!”
“I just want to take a walk with Miss Pourxin. After all, I’ll be at my room in a few steps. Don’t you want to come in for a visit? I’ve even prepared some nice drinks.”
She stopped.
Indeed, to her left, it was written “Qishi,” and it was her room.
Shuna felt a strange aura emanating from this senior, an urge to get close to her.
However, people usually want to get close out of affection, but this Qishi was not like that.
It was even…
an extreme sense of disgust, which is why she wanted to kill her in this way of showing goodwill.
Unfortunately, this was just Shuna’s always accurate intuition.
She had only met Qishi in the Death Hall, and they had no previous grudges. They were basically strangers who had met by chance. Why would she want to kill herself?
“Alright, it seems you really don’t like me, so you won’t even bother with my invitation.”
“No. I just want to see Daisianwei as soon as possible.”
“Hmm… Alright then, here’s a hint. Have you noticed?”
Qishi stopped and pointed to the colored glass window beside them. For the first time, she turned her head, her eyes behind the black eye patch looking towards the colored glass window.
Absolute brightness illuminated her face, making her blond hair even more dazzling and giving Shuna a moment of realization.
If she hadn’t been wearing an eye patch and had always appeared in such a strange manner, she would undoubtedly have been a very approachable beauty.
“The center of the downward spiral staircase is actually a hole larger than the staircase itself, even larger than the building.”
What Qishi said was tinged with sadness, completely unlike her usual optimistic tone.
“You mean… where Daisianwei is located is…”
Shuna boldly walked towards the glass. Although it had colors, she should be able to vaguely see things below if she got close enough.
“Below is…”
“However, the way to reach it is by using a very advanced method of death, one that is rarely achieved in normal circumstances—”
Shuna did not see clearly what it was. She only felt Qishi push her back fiercely.
“Huh?!”
Then, her fingers pierced through the colored glass, she lost her balance from the highest point of the staircase, and slipped off—
“You—!”
“That is, an endless fall from a high place.”
