When Os Tianluo is left battered, bruised, and on the brink of death after being tormented by this dungeon, it will be his time to reap the rewards! Even if he can’t seize the ultimate advantage, he can at least take the opportunity to escape from here.
Or… he could simply end Os Tianluo’s life, then hand over the corpse later. With a performance of heart-wrenching grief and a confession, he could shift all the blame onto Os Tianluo. Not only might he escape this crisis, but he could also rise higher, earning a wave of sympathy in the process.
In a place unnoticed by Os Tianluo, Orvia couldn’t help but smile. The more he thought about it, the sweeter the idea became—so sweet that words couldn’t even describe it.
Meanwhile, Os Tianluo, who had entered the dungeon with unwavering confidence, paid a heavy price for his arrogance. Under unbearable pain and pressure, he met a gruesome end, his body torn apart.
This version of Os Tianluo was not the one from Orvia’s original storyline—the one who was a master of both magic and martial arts, surrounded by loyal followers and a harem, armed with countless treasures and artifacts. No, this Os Tianluo was merely a fugitive who had barely escaped, his strength diminished due to Orvia’s long-standing covert sabotage.
Without the resources of the Lexi family, the treasures and artifacts he had collected from previous dungeons, or the support he once had, this Os Tianluo was a far cry from his former self. Attempting to challenge this formidable dungeon under such circumstances was nothing short of suicide.
Outside, Orvia’s smile widened as he heard Os Tianluo’s agonized screams. The laughter he had suppressed because of Os Tianluo now burst forth uncontrollably, a wild release of pent-up emotions.
**Orvia:** “Os Tianluo is dead! That means the role of the world’s protagonist, the Child of Fate, is now mine! Hahahahaha!”
As for the pursuers and obstacles outside, Orvia, like Os Tianluo, paid them little mind. After all, such trivial challenges were nothing more than stepping stones for a protagonist on the path to greatness. Every antagonist and minor villain would crumble before the protagonist’s halo—mere playthings unworthy of concern.
If they were all just insignificant playthings, why bother worrying about them?
Outside Ghost Valley, Owen Dee, An Xiu La, Kurle, Davist, and the group led by the Dark Church’s First Cardinal all heard Os Tianluo’s piercing screams.
The First Cardinal frowned. “This is bad. Someone has already forced their way in.” The other members of the Dark Church wore similarly grim expressions. After all, trespassing into their sacred grounds was nothing short of a direct insult to their authority—something they could not tolerate.
Kurle’s expression darkened as well. The place being violated and desecrated might very well be his parents’ burial site. Though he had never spent a single day with them, filial piety still stirred in his heart. Under such circumstances, it was no surprise that his mood soured.
The group quickened their pace, rushing toward the source of the commotion. As they drew closer to Ghost Valley, they heard Orvia’s maniacal laughter.
Recognizing the voice, Kurle’s face twisted in disgust. During their time at Lumian Academy, Orvia had shamelessly flirted with him, nearly destroying his relationship with Davist. How could he possibly feel anything but contempt for such a person?
When the group arrived, Orvia noticed them. A flicker of panic crossed his face before he quickly composed himself, adopting an air of noble elegance tinged with fragile sorrow—a sight that only fueled Owen Dee’s rising anger.
It was unavoidable. Though of a different gender, Orvia’s demeanor was eerily reminiscent of that woman from years ago—the one who had fabricated misunderstandings, sabotaged his relationship with An Xiu La, and driven them apart for so many years. Only recently had the truth come to light, allowing them to reunite.
Back then, Owen had left that woman barely alive, tossing her into the Beast Forest. If not for his overwhelming concern for An Xiu La’s uncertain fate, he would have ended her life then and there. Now, seeing Orvia’s uncanny resemblance to that woman—with An Xiu La standing right beside him—Owen’s temper flared instantly.
**Owen Dee:** “Who the hell are you? This is the Dark Church’s sacred ground! Where did you even come from?” *Better scram as far as possible and never show your face near me or my beloved An Xiu La again!*
Under the First Cardinal’s stern gaze, Owen swallowed the last part of his outburst. But An Xiu La understood the unspoken sentiment.
He knew that the past incident wasn’t just a shadow over his own heart—it haunted Owen as well. While he had suffered all these years, Owen, who had witnessed his fall into the abyss and feared the worst, had endured no less pain. Softening, An Xiu La discreetly squeezed Owen’s hand in reassurance.
This was why An Xiu La held such importance in Owen’s heart. With just a simple gesture, Owen’s turbulent emotions steadied.
**Owen Dee (thoughts):** *That’s right. The past is over. I need to move forward—otherwise, not only will I remain trapped in pain, but An Xiu La will never truly heal either. No, no, no. That absolutely cannot happen!*
Meanwhile, Orvia—who had just struck a carefully crafted pose to establish his image—was caught off guard by Owen’s blunt interruption. After a brief pause, he cast a wounded glance at Owen and the First Cardinal before disdainfully eyeing An Xiu La. Then, with a fragile yet resolute demeanor, he launched into a tearful account of his suffering—how he had been deceived, exploited, and fallen from grace.
**Orvia (thoughts):** *Hmph, these two men are quite attractive, aren’t they? Their attire exudes taste and wealth—perfect candidates! As for that one (An Xiu La), while his looks aren’t bad, he’s crippled. Tch, my harem has no room for imperfect men.*
Fortunately, Kurle had the foresight to pull up his and Davist’s hoods the moment he heard Orvia’s laughter, concealing their faces. Otherwise, he too would have been dragged into this mess.
**Kurle (thoughts):** *As expected, my quick thinking saves the day again.*
Though Orvia believed his disdain was well-hidden, Owen’s instincts sharpened tenfold when it came to An Xiu La. He noticed it immediately.
And that was the last straw for Owen. **Who do you think you are, daring to look down on my beloved?!**
An Xiu La’s mood plummeted as well. **Flirting with my lover and putting on this act right in front of me? Do you think I’m dead?!**
An Xiu La had raised Davist as his own son. Though not related by blood, their bond was unshakable. Davist’s parents had died heartbroken due to Orvia’s father’s selfishness, and the happiness and comfort that should have been Davist’s had been stolen by Orvia. Now, here Orvia was, lamenting the loss of privileges that had never rightfully been his—while Davist stood nearby. What kind of insult was this?
As someone who cherished Davist like his own child, how could An Xiu La possibly remain calm?
Kurle’s gaze toward Orvia grew even colder. **You’re digging your own grave. The more you act up, the faster you’ll meet your end. Orvia seems determined to make his demise as painful as possible.**
As for the First Cardinal—another one of Orvia’s “targets”—he remained utterly unfazed, proceeding with his stern interrogation without missing a beat.
This man was a workaholic with zero tolerance for nonsense, a stickler for rules. Owen had joked more than once that he belonged in the Order-Keeping Division of the Light Church rather than the more freewheeling Dark Church.
But jokes aside, Owen was deeply grateful to have such a subordinate. Thanks to this reliable workaholic, he could afford to be a hands-off leader.
And as someone utterly immune to romantic advances, the First Cardinal naturally filtered out Orvia’s subtle flirtations without a second thought.
The other members of the Dark Church, however, picked up on Orvia’s intentions immediately. Given their more liberal attitudes toward such matters—compared to the Light Church—they had previously marveled at Owen’s chastity (in mourning for his “deceased” lover) and the First Cardinal’s robotic dedication to duty.
Orvia’s little game was obvious to them. Now, they watched with amusement, some even considering whether they might have a chance to “taste the forbidden fruit.”
After all, Orvia’s looks were undeniably appealing. A fleeting encounter, parting as strangers by dawn—such arrangements weren’t uncommon in the Dark Church.
Of course, they had their principles: everything had to be consensual. Coercion was boring; mutual interest was what made things fun.
As for the spectacle before them… Well, everyone in the Dark Church knew how impervious their First Cardinal was to seduction. Countless beauties had tried and failed, leaving behind a trail of shattered hearts.
Orvia, in their eyes, stood no chance.
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