When Anatoly and Lucifer reached Steel Needle's room, the mechanism had already jammed dead. They did not even need to take the secret passage; they could just step onto the ceiling and climb up.
Lucifer had some trouble climbing up. The passage was narrow, and he could only try his best to fold in his wings, but the edges still got scraped raw. The moment he got up, he complained, "Couldn't they have designed the passage in this stage a little wider?"
"I'm afraid even wider wouldn't be enough to fit your wings." Anatoly glanced back at him. Since birth, Lucifer's wings had probably never suffered this kind of abuse. And this was not a problem with his own abilities; the stage design truly had not taken non-humanoid creatures into account, causing him unnecessary injuries.
"I'm going to file a complaint against them," Lucifer said, rather indignant. "I'm also going to leave them a bad review and warn the other angels away from this kind of dungeon."
"Other than you, I doubt any other angels would come play it." Anatoly laughed. "Don't tell me you want to do a run with Michael?"
"Oh, please. That guy would only shout about dereliction of duty, and he's so rigid it's unbearable. He's not suited to games like this at all."
"I'll take that as you praising me for being good at it."
"You are very good at it," Lucifer said, looking at him. "I dare say, if I weren't in the game, the moment the mechanism broke, the people from the design department would already have started knocking on my office door."
"Who's in the design department?" Anatoly asked, seemingly casually.
"It varies," Lucifer said. "They have a lot of unofficial staff. Some are invited to participate, and some do it out