The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses – Chapter 565

Why do people die?
This question sounds so similar to the previous one, it’s as if they are the same.
But fundamentally—at least for the person asking—they are completely different.
For different “people,” there are always multiple answers to this question—
Some will cry before death, feeling they are dying because they lived too “unhealthily.”
Some won’t even have a chance to cry, because their death likely came from accidentally touching some forbidden thing—like some “Black Magic,” or perhaps a Dungeon beyond their capabilities.
Some will finally understand why they are dying, because they lost their last hope for this world, choosing to die by leaping from a sufficiently tall Clock tower, in an extremely difficult Dungeon, or in their own home, by falling, ceasing to resist, or swinging a knife at themselves.
…
Of course, to put it more philosophically.
Setting aside these personal reasons, setting aside these personal thoughts.
Humans do not have eternal bodies, nor invulnerable inner selves. They are even destined by Gods to die.
This will sever everything the consciousness has experienced up to this point, sinking into “darkness” in the deep sea that you cannot control.
Therefore, “Why do people die?” never emphasizes the method that leads to your “death.”
Instead, it regrets how one approached death.
And it questions why Gods bestowed death upon all things.
That is why the words “Why” are needed to probe.
However…
As a God, does she—
Really know the answer?
“Right? It must be for this reason. So, for the next person, have you thought about it? Why… will you die?”
Daisianwei looked at the scene inside the guillotine.
The guillotine blade and rope, lowered by a quarter, somewhat obscured the view, but Daisianwei’s crimson eyes were fixed, showing no intention of moving.
The 180th floor of the Dungeon.
As if to correspond with Treya’s “Mirror” level, here, “mirrors” formed an entire “maze.”
Innumerable mirrors reflected countless versions of them.
Perhaps only one layer of mirrors, reflecting each other, created an endlessly extending space.
And the scene in the guillotine was focused precisely on the little wolf-girl shaking her head.
In the environment, made “bright” by the constant reflection of light, she, wearing a clean white Maid outfit, was very “conspicuous.”
Just as Daisianwei saw now.
The blade hung above her head.
Her ears dangled, then perked up, entering a highly alert state.
Her grey eyes lit up, and in the first instant, they fixed on the source of the “attack.”
Her arm tightened around her Shield, and she raised her Ice Shield as quickly as possible.
“Careful—”
“Huh?!”
Before anyone else had noticed, she blocked a “laser-like” attack for Will.
“Wonderful, truly wonderful. Hahahaha…”
Daisianwei clapped her hands happily.
“This reaction speed—especially the defensive reaction speed, Will, it makes me a little interested in you. How can I train someone like this to be your dog through conditioned reflexes?”
Before this, Daisianwei hadn’t said a word, as if she were waiting for Iaar’s “performance” at this moment.
Iaar.
Daisianwei’s impression of her wasn’t any deeper than the other two.
But there weren’t many who could master Ancient Magic, which could only be “translated” through the possibilities of a Dungeon, to this extent.
It was enough for her to remember the name “Iaar.”
“The laser hasn’t disappeared…”
Iaar gripped her Shield tightly.
She could feel attacks coming from different directions.
In an instant, she was surrounded by attacks from all sides.
“This way, and… and this way too! I have no choice but to use that move!”
A faint light emanated from Iaar, placing the remaining three people under the protection of a thin, Ice Blue, protective shield.
“Using the mirrors for reflection, thereby making the laser-like attacks form an unpredictable and unstoppable offensive trend from all directions…”
Will’s voice was analyzed with a slight calmness.
He raised his eyes, looking through Iaar’s pale blue shield, trying to observe the “path” of the light.
Daisianwei stared at him on the screen and spoke—
“Mmm-hmm… carrying five parts sadness, but also five parts determination. Like a ‘savior’ in a story, even if a companion ‘dies,’ they must carry forward ‘her’ wish…”
She narrated Will’s appearance in a “voice-over” style.
She didn’t miss any of his “expressions,” not even the slight upward turn of his brow, nor the way he slightly bit his lip…
She stared intently.
She listened carefully to his every pronunciation, the tremor at the end of his words, and the gasp at the beginning.
Yet, she couldn’t discern any “clues” from Will. He had indeed abandoned the dead Liya, but he was undeniably moving forward with sadness.
“It’s been checked, there are indeed… no living beings here. So, this level might be to let us resist the attacks and escape the maze.”
Will looked at Iaar.
“Is there… is there really a level like this?!”
Iaar’s eyes widened, and her tail kept wagging, showing great excitement.
“I thought this place was filled with mirrors, and it would be a maze like the one we encountered with Treya last time, where we had to destroy all the mirrors. In that case… without a witch like that, we might…”
Iaar appeared somewhat “happy and shy.”
Daisianwei greatly appreciated her expression.
She understood.
Although she wasn’t an Adventurer, within the Adventurers, those in “defensive” roles always felt useless.
After all, defense could never compare to the explosive offense, the final blow that defeated the BOSS.
And Iaar…
Little Iaar, who always “sacrificed” herself, must now believe that she had found a good opportunity to “sacrifice” herself.
That’s why she left this level to this small, inwardly insecure Maid who wanted to prove herself to her “Dear.”
“Since survival is always considered ‘good enough,’ so cards don’t sell, of course, levels requiring strong survival are needed to prove their worth…”
“Huh? My Dear, what… what are you saying?”
“Nothing. Just a bit of nostalgia from the distant past. So, Iaar! Listen carefully! Now, it’s your turn to shine! Escaping the maze isn’t difficult, but you absolutely must withstand this onslaught!”
Will spoke as if to give an extra push to the already eager Iaar.
“Seize this opportunity, don’t let it slip away!”
“No problem!”
“It’s just… perhaps we should be mindful. The Death Hall is a Dungeon designed around ‘Death.’ Why do we not see the ‘Death’ it implies here?”
Treya added, looking at Iaar with concern.
“Dying from being pierced by a ‘laser’ is also ‘Death,’ isn’t it? Perhaps this is the method of killing here? Alright, keep up everyone!”
Iaar’s tail wagged with great joy.
Thump—thump, thump.
She felt very at peace listening to the intense laser sounds hitting her shield.
Her tail swayed along to the rhythm.
Her ears, atop her head, swayed along to the rhythm.
Thump—thump, thump.
On this side, outside the screen, Daisianwei tapped her desk to the same rhythm.
“La—la, la.”
She hummed a discordant, yet seemingly elegiac tune in a strange tone.
“Time—to sleep, now.”