The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses – Chapter 563

How does one die?
There are countless ways to die.
Perhaps it is because “humans” are too fragile—of course, it’s not just humans; when you include the monsters in the dungeon and all sorts of plants and animals, death is a very simple thing.
On the seemingly safe city streets, you might be crushed by a falling flowerpot, cracking your skull open.
In the midst of overly mundane daily life, a slight twitch in your heart could instantly cause you to straighten your legs and lie flat.
Within the inherently dangerous dungeon, every ferocious monster has the potential to rip you open.
In peaceful times, even if you truly survive by evading all dangers, your body will gradually age, eventually reaching a seemingly happy “death by old age.”
In times of plague, even by simply breathing the air normally, you might contract that subtle illness, eventually becoming one of countless bodies stacked and burned.
In times of war, only a minority survive the battlefield and the warring cities.
“So, you who have trespassed into the Death Hall. Are you ready… to die?”
Daisianwei sat at a long table, resembling a dining table, gazing at the guillotine placed before it and watching the recording within, posing this question.
Inside the guillotine, the old team called the “Will System” had, aboard Iaar’s “express transport”—an Fire Dragon—reached the 150th floor.
“Floor 150… Under normal circumstances, you should start being cautious from here.”
This was Will’s first time exiting the Fire Dragon’s cockpit—its neck area. He jumped from above and landed on the ground in a few steps.
Due to the reflection on his glasses, Daisianwei couldn’t clearly see his expression.
“Will. I’ve received news that the Zeroth Heaven has been invaded again.”
“Is that so? Well, since we’re here, then…”
Will looked towards the Fire Dragon’s eyes and jumped up, waving his hand.
“Senior Iaar, let’s walk the rest of the way ourselves. The Fire Dragon’s energy should be almost depleted too.”
“After replenishing energy, you mean for me to directly support the Zeroth Heaven?”
Iaar’s voice, when she was a dragon, was too mature, making it difficult to imagine that her actual form was a small dragon girl.
“Yes. If they’re going to fight a two-front war, we’ll have to divide our forces too.”
“Understood.”
Behind the Fire Dragon, a massive portal to The Witch’s Corridor appeared, and it slowly retreated.
This left the originally “narrow” dungeon with only four small people, making it feel slightly more spacious.
Daisianwei rested her chin on her hand and pouted.
“Sigh… What a shame. Are you leaving already? Although I did want to create a diversion, this particular stage can easily stump you.”
With the Fire Dragon, which occupied the largest part of the screen, gone, the guillotine’s camera no longer needed to show everyone and zoomed in on Will.
“Hmm…”
Will, in the frame, seemed unhappy.
After thinking, he raised his head and looked at the challenge before him—
On the 150th floor, the “BOSS” the team needed to clear was a “wall” in front of them, a high wall made of piled logs blocking their exit.
“What’s wrong? Dear, are you troubled?”
“From all the monsters before the Death Hall, the theme here directly focuses on ‘creatures that have already died,’ or on methods ‘leading to death’…”
Hearing Will say this, Daisianwei sighed deeply and commented with slight displeasure:
“You’re wrong. There are also ‘beings that yearn for death.'”
“Since what’s in front of us isn’t Undead or anything like that, then this place might be…”
A pragmatist stepped forward; with her silver long hair, Daisianwei desperately wanted to kill this person—Treya.
Treya, with her speed advantage, took a step forward.
*Boom—!*
A roaring sound of immense flames erupted from the log cylinders before them. It was unclear how flames could spray from the shape of logs, but this wave of fire surged towards the moving Treya—
“Be careful, Miss Treya.”
Next was the small maid who was inseparable from Will. Daisianwei remembered her name was Iaar.
Iaar reached out, and a wall rose from Treya’s feet, blocking the attack for her.
“A mechanism that attacks upon detecting a person? No… If it were a mechanism, there should be something destructible. Otherwise, how could we pass this floor…”
“But, dear, I’m standing here, and it seems nothing is happening?”
Iaar took a step, moving slightly left and right.
“Could it be… Skirt (li ~ 〟) Ming’er Er Shan (Si Ba Ba Si…”
*Boom—!*
Just as Will was about to take a step, but before he could finish speaking, flames erupted from the other side of the giant wall.
It seemed unrelated to their positions or actions.
“Random?”
“Extreme Flame Meteor—”
But, the moment Will asked this question, from beside him, Liya’s fireball shot out.
*Boom—!*
Immediately, the unexpected pillar of fire erupting from the logs, like plucked strings, moved one after another towards the Extreme Flame Meteor.
“It needs something ‘ignited’ to attract the flame and divert its attention. I saw it just now, its core is exposed when it fires.”
The girl with golden Twin Tails stepped forward. Daisianwei only remembered the two words from her complex string of names that served as her common “nickname.”
“I see. What’s hinted at here… should be ‘Execution by Fire,’ right? Precisely because it’s an ‘Execution by Fire,’ it chases after sparks so fiercely.”
Liya.
The child who was always darting around in the long “veins” of the dungeon.
Oh, although they called that thing a “Corridor,” it seemed like blood didn’t flow within it.
But in the eyes of Reviers, who established the dungeon, it was where the souls of the God-Attuned maintaining the dungeon’s energy flowed, so calling it veins was not unreasonable.
“Yes. In dungeons, there are often monsters that need to be dealt with by attracting them.”
“Then I’ll attract your attacks to the core. We should destroy them all!”
“It’s up to you.”
Daisianwei watched how they “cracked” the small mechanism of Execution by Fire.
Frankly, their method of cracking it was incredibly boring.
Using Liya’s fireball as bait, with Iaar’s defense, Will’s attacks, and Treya’s timely speed attacks, they would break through the “flame” core that was inevitably exposed when the logs attacked, one by one.
Log after log extinguished.
It was just like a very “ordinary” dungeon clear.
“Sigh, boring, so boring.”
Finding the solution was like obtaining a pass. Proceeding with this solution would surely allow entry into the next floor.
“Phew, success! Although there were many of them and it took a little time, Floor 150 was nothing special after all.”
“Yay!”
“My launching arm is sore.”
“So, shouldn’t… the exit to the next floor appear?”
The four waited in the center of the BOSS room, but…
The “door” leading to the next floor, stubbornly, did not appear.
“Haha…”
Daisianwei let out a hearty laugh.
How does one die?
To this question, Daisianwei’s answer was—a grand death.
“Sigh, it seems you’re all not ready to die yet. Then it shall be left to the one who cares most, understands most, and is most—”
“So, what is a grand death?”
“For you, for the possibly final conquerors of the Death Hall, I love you, I love all ‘humans,’ so…”
“I shall bestow upon each of you a grand death, befitting each and every one of you—”
Daisianwei finished speaking, and as her seemingly sweet voice echoed in the empty final floor, she chuckled again.
She snapped her fingers.
In that instant, the “cores” that had clearly been shattered by them.
All reignited once more.
With flames that did not cease.