In the vast expanse of darkness, the beautifuldy sitting on the throne gazed at the doll''s porcin-like eye.


    Questions swirled in her mind as she pondered why she could feel a foreign god''s divinity all over her daughter''s body.


    ''Did she spend time with a god?'' thedy thought, considering her daughter''s personality.


    She shook her head; there was no way her aloof daughter would go out of her way to interact with gods.


    ''It must be the friend Proctharn was talking about'' she spected.


    One of her sons, Proctharn, had informed her of a grand y nned for the sector that took Ian.


    For that, they needed a certain god''s help.


    Thedy took a moment to think about why she wasn''t informed about the situation and why she hadn''t met the god they were talking about.


    After some contemtion, she concluded that it was probably for the best they didn''t meet, as only the rulers of an entire pantheon had a hope of withstanding her presence.


    As thedy cleared her thoughts, she swallowed the eye.


    Thedy closed her eyes and slept.


    She dreamt of all the memories and things her daughter saw or heard, like a grand y ying in her dreams.


    As she stroked her daughter''s head, the lifeless form couldn''t even do anything about the invading energy entering her body.


    Her expressions changed with all the situations her dear son was put in—sometimes her face expressed anger, happiness, sadness, longingness, and, above all, love.


    Well, that was until she saw certain scenes.


    She could tolerate the first ones, but when the number ofdies increased, sleeping with her son, she couldn''t take it anymore and woke up.


    She knew it was for the best to allow her son to experience these things before he would spend eternity with her.


    But actually, understanding and seeing it are two different things; her heart beat wildly, and her jealousy ran wild.


    "Hmm."


    "Haha—"


    "HAHAHAHA!"


    With thedy''sughter, the dark space cracked, and all the monstrosities ceased their actions.


    Some fled, some hid, and some downright started to prostrate themselves in front of the gigantic floating ck throne.


    Thedy''s hair flew into the air, and her once beautiful face turned into pure darkness itself; pale dark hands spread forth from her back. As she gently stroked Nya''s head.


    "You certainly allowed him to do something absurd, my dear," thedy uttered with a tone that carried both annoyance and madness.


    An eerie purplish aura manifested around her palms, swirling with otherworldly energy. The ethereal mist seeped into Nya, rousing her from an unexpected slumber.


    "Nya...." Thedy''s voice cut through the awakening, and Nya, surprised by the abruptness of her consciousness, responded.


    "Mother?" She couldn''t recall when she had sumbed to sleep; the sudden transition left her disoriented.


    "Nya, how long until I meet Ian again?" The question, delivered in a whisper that resonated directly into Nya''s ear, sent shivers down her spine.


    In an instant, she found herselftched on her mother''s arms, the grip tightening as if trying to anchor her essence.


    Her mother''s closeness made Nya''s soul quiver, an unusual reaction for the seemingly lifeless doll.


    The aura of power that enveloped her mother created an atmosphere of tension, the weight of an unspoken demand hanging in the air.


    This unexpected confrontation led Nya to grapple with the reality of her situation.


    The closeness, the intense gaze, and the direct inquiry pressed her for answers she may not possess.


    She doesn''t even know what memories her mother saw, but if those certain memories were also shown, then she was in deep trouble for not preventing it.


    There was a reason why no womansted more than a year of being together with Ian.


    And that was all because of the woman Nya was staring at right now.


    Ian can''t even realize how much influence her mother had over his life, or he just chooses to ignore it.


    But one thing was a fact: her mother''s obsession with Ian was more than any other thing Nya had ever felt.


    It was so intense that it even rivaled some gods'' peculiarity for obsession.


    Not even gods who wielded divinity of obsession probably beat her mother.


    The grip on her tightened, and a sense of unease settled in her very core.


    ''Please prevent mom fromshing out onto the girls, Sis.''


    Nya remembered Ian''s request and sighed.


    For the first time, Nya felt a genuine surge of anger directed at Ian for getting her into this situation.


    "S-soon?"


    Nya replied while staring at the cosmic horror in front of her


    …..


    "Agh, my shoulder kinda hurts," Iined as I shook my arms.


    Seriously, did that bastard get stronger again? Or was he just excited?


    The way he shook my shoulders, and his grip was really strong.


    I guess at least the main character''s one aspect of being overpowered was still ongoing, even though the story is going way past the novel now.


    I wonder what viins he''ll face once everything settles down.


    Anyways, I shook my head, ignoring what happened at the cafeteria.


    In a sense, it was still funny seeing their reactions to knowing Louise was okay.


    Especially Tristan, whose face had literally lit up the moment he heard she was alive and well.


    I only told them that Louise got caught up in the Heiron family''s internal struggle and is now trying to paint her as a viin for the things that happened.


    I mentioned that I was currently hiding her in my family''s residence, as even the Heiron duchy won''t touch a Tellus.


    Although Heiron and Tellus had the same rank in nobility, we were still slightly higher than them, due to father being the head of the army.


    Tristan seemed eager to try and meet Louise, but I just continually denied his request, considering what I said was a lie and that Louise was actually in school.


    Still, it was a good thing Elena managed to follow my lead and acted as if the news surprised her as well.


    ''But is sis seriously upset at me about something?''


    ''She''s really not replying to all my internal messages and calls''


    ....


    Anyway, I''m seriously lost, huh? Even though I just walked straight.


    I looked around and was genuinely amazed by the beauty of the dungeon, illuminated by the glowing rocks that provided a dim light.


    I was currently inside one of the academy''s dungeons, attempting to make my way to the boss area.


    I came here earlier than usual, but with the abundance of free time, it seemed like a practical use of it.


    I could''ve searched here tomorrow, but considering the news Schwi gave me, it would be better to spend my time tomorrow cing those things in the proper spots.


    "Graagh!"


    Three goblins jumped to my right side, and I quickly disposed of them with a swift swipe as an aura de manifested in my hands.


    Their bodies rolled on the ground and soon puffed into ashes, leaving behind a blue glowing stone.


    I picked up the stone and threw it back at the hole where the goblins spawned from.


    The little magic stones were the ones the students needed to gather as proof of their hunt for the uing dungeon exploration test.


    Unlike normal monsters, the creatures here in the dungeons don''t die conventionally.


    Instead of rotting like one normally does, the monsters that die here transform into a stream of ashes, leaving behind a magic stone on the ground.


    The stronger and bigger the monsters are, therger the stones they leave behind.


    If you take the stone outside the dungeon, you could sell it for a decent price depending on the size and quality.


    However, for the uing exams, the students will use it as proof of the monsters they managed to y.


    And if you don''t gather the stones and leave them on the ground for 24 hours, those monsters would be reborn.


    So, one could say the dungeons were an eternal hotspot for money.


    However, this notion was misleading, as the dungeons also needed a constant supply of dead bodies inside to replenish and create new monsters.


    That was why this dungeon was an open dungeon, not restricted to the academy only.


    The academy itself promoted this dungeon as a free space for adventurers.


    As more people died than seeded in the dungeons.


    Although most monsters were easy at the top, the deeper you go, the more dangerous it gets.


    You can''t underestimate low-level monsters, as even those three goblins that attacked me earlier would probably surprise an average adventurer or student.


    Considering I didn''t hear even theming until they roared, normally you could hear them, but it seems the dungeons provide some sort of buff to monsters here.


    When these monsters walk through the shadows, you can''t hear their steps; those goblins roaring was honestly idiotic, but considering a goblin''s intelligence.


    ''I guess it fits?''


    Even though adventurers could raid this dungeon, they could never clear it due to the fact that there were four dungeon bosses inside, one of which was a descendant of a dragon—a blood wyvern located at the depths of this dungeon.


    Although the blood wyvern was a good candidate for a boss to demonize, it wasn''t my target, as Tristan won''t run up against that monster.


    I wondered if the dungeon outflow would happen this time as well.


    In the novel, the reason the teachers couldn''t enter the dungeon despite the mana fluctuation increasing more than usual was because of the dungeon outflow.


    This phenomenon involved a bunch of monsters rushing out of the dungeon.


    The novel didn''t specify the cause, only mentioning an assant nting a mana bomb near the dungeon''s core.


    I pondered whether the assant was truly responsible.


    Maybe he already nted the bomb here?


    The novel mentioned the assant being seen escaping right after the outflow, so perhaps they haven''t nted it yet?


    ''Hmm?''


    I looked above me as I noticed someone staring, but all I saw were rock formations and glowing crystals.


    I expanded my mana to make sure, but I could sense nothing.


    ''Did I sense wrong?''


    …..


    "Fuck, who is that guy?"


    I muttered to myself, eyes narrowing as I observed the mysterious figure below.


    The academy had explicitly barred adventurers from entering due to the impending exams.


    Was he a scout or a tester sent to evaluate the dungeon?


    ''Shit, this makes thingsplicated'' I thought, weighing my options in the dim light.


    The idea of eliminating him crossed my mind. After all, I had been tailing him since the beginning, but the notion was quickly dismissed.


    Whatever he did to dispatch the monsters that ambushed him showcased a level of skill I couldn''t contend with.


    A swipe of his hands cut through them effortlessly, making it clear that a direct confrontation would be suicidal.


    Survival in our organization wasn''t solely determined by strength, intelligence, or luck.


    I had managed to endure because of a keen instinct to discern what to engage with and what to avoid. Instincts that were now warning me not to approach this enigmatic figure.


    However, if he was indeed a scout or tester, allowing him to reach the dungeon''s core without interference wasn''t an option.


    My gaze remained fixed on him as I assessed his trajectory.


    He seemed intent on reaching the bottom.


    "From the direction he''s going, he''ll probably reach the hydra''s area soon" I deduced, my mind already strategizing the next moves.


    Suddenly, he looked back, his gaze piercing through the shadows and locking onto my position.


    "Shit!" Panic surged within me as I held my breath, desperately relying on the artifact around my neck to erase my presence.


    As he turned away, relief washed over me.


    I swiftly darted behind the cover of therge crystal beside me, my heart pounding in my chest.


    ''FUUWAAH, Fuck! That was really scary! What was up with that keen sense? I''m about a hundred meters away from you, you know?''


    I muttered to myself, struggling toprehend the intensity of the situation.


    In the midst of my racing thoughts, a straight purple sh disrupted the dim surroundings.


    Boom!


    The unexpected intrusion and the subsequent explosion had caught me off guard.


    The stone wall in front of me erupted into fragments, and I felt the searing heat on my left ear.


    ncing to the side, I saw a hole in the crystal, the edges burning and melting.


    A pang of pain shot through me as I realized a part of my ear had been caught in the st.


    Holding my breath, I strained my senses, aware that someone was approaching.


    "Hmm? I was pretty sure I sensed something here" a voice remarked, echoing beside me.


    I cautiously looked to my side and found the cloaked man, his presence looming dangerously close.


    "Did I really sense it wrong?" he pondered aloud.


    Panic welled up within me as I grappled with the perilous reality of the situation.


    Unwillingly, I found myself contemting the danger posed by the man mere inches away.


    In a moment of desperation, I offered a silent prayer.


    ''Ahh, dear goddess, please forgive this lost child of yours. I''m still a virgin. Please, at least let me get a taste of heaven before I die''


    The sincerity of my plea surprised even myself, as I sensed the overwhelming threat emanating from the man beside me.


    This was the first time in my entire life that I prayed sincerely.


    ''I shouldn''t have joined this fucking organization!!!''