A Special Meeting

The black piglet was carried against his chest in a sling, the moonstone pendant hung beneath his collar, the old book was temporarily stored beneath his skin, and the sensation of slaying the Old One was branded into his soul.

Luo Di left through the Image Store at the Dungeon Entrance, carrying the fruits of his exploration in the Original Dungeon.

There was still one more thing to do: fulfill his wager with Mr. Rose.

At the thought of it, Luo Di clicked his tongue on his own initiative, picking up an old habit as anticipation surged through him. It seemed he had yet to completely emerge from the slaughter of the dungeon.

[Rose Manor]

As the Entrance's "keeper," Mr. Rose seemed to have sensed the disturbance there. He swiftly arranged for people to wait in the back garden, laying out a red carpet and planting roses along both sides.

He himself waited in the Banquet Hall, preparing to hold a grand celebration for Luo Di's escape.

Yet second after second passed, and no one emerged.

Mr. Rose stared at the constantly moving hands of the clock. In the end, he could no longer remain calm and personally headed to the back garden, jumping straight into the sewer entrance.

Several assassins followed behind him, not a single one speaking.

They slowly approached the end of the sewer, nearing an iron door installed there—the Dungeon Entrance. Suddenly, a hand axe slipped from Mr. Rose's sleeve.

He swung it at the empty air.

Hiss~ It was as though he had struck something. Blood drifted down in the form of rose petals, and he followed the bloodstains to the right side of the passage.

He plucked the final rose petal and held it beneath his nose, inhaling gently.

"Looks like Mr. Di