Bab 1209: Butthurt Fish

Villain Ch 1209. Butthurt Fish

Vivian smirked, twirling her whip in one hand. "If that's the case, I'd like to submit some feedback. 'Dear dungeon designer: Fire yourself.'"

Shea glanced around nervously, her wings twitching. "Okay, but jokes aside, this place gives me the creeps. It's too empty. Dungeons are supposed to have something—traps, puzzles, monsters. Not just… this endless void."

Allen sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Agreed. It feels like we're walking into some kind of trap. Stay sharp. If we're lucky, we'll find something useful soon."

"If we're lucky?" Larissa repeated, her tone skeptical. "You've seen how this place works. Luck doesn't seem to be on our side."

Allen sighed, glancing around at the dark, seemingly infinite ocean floor. "I know. But unless someone has a better idea, we keep moving forward."