CHAPTER 311: LOVE HELL - DORIAN’S PART (16) - [200 PS BONUS CHAPTER]

"Austin!"

Alice screamed, rushing forward—just as Austin used the edges of the pit to propel himself upward, leaping out of the deadly abyss.

But things didn’t stop there. Liam had completely lost his sanity. Countless spikes burst violently from the ground, surging toward Austin and Alice in a frenzy.

Austin lunged forward, grabbing Alice and pulling her out of Liam’s line of sight.

[Damn, Liam was never this strong when he was on Austin’s team!]

[Unchanging rule—bosses are always stronger when they’re enemies, hahaha!]

Liam gasped heavily, his eyes bloodshot. The maid had finally fled. Only then did he have a moment to regain himself—yet when he looked around, both Austin and Alice were gone. Frowning, he widened his eyes, only to see the mansion’s crumbling, ruined state before him.

Had he... overreacted?

He didn’t know that at that very moment, Mrs. Andersen was already right before him—her massive mouth opening wide enough to swallow him whole.

Even as he was devoured, Liam never realized he had died. He perished without ever understanding how it happened.

A thunderous roar erupted from Mrs. Andersen, shaking the entire mansion. Her massive body twisted violently before darting off, pursuing the faint traces left behind by Alice and Austin.

"This way."

The threads instantly retracted. Hermes’ eyes snapped open, and he took the lead forward.

Fiona looked at him curiously. "What about the other paths?"

"Most are traps," Hermes replied softly. "This one too, but it’s the only path that leads to Mr. Andersen."

No sooner had he said that than Fiona suddenly felt the ground give way beneath her feet. The sharp sound made Nyx and Hermes turn their heads immediately.

Sensing danger, Fiona started to drop down—but Hermes’ threads were already coiling around her body, yanking her forward.

Behind her, both walls erupted, shooting out rows of razor-sharp blades gleaming with a faint, poisonous blue light.

Fiona hit the ground hard and glared at him, snapping, "I could have dodged that myself!"

But the moment she finished speaking, countless more blades shot up from the ground, piercing straight toward the ceiling.

Fiona: "..."

She got up, muttering quietly, "Thanks."

Hermes didn’t seem to mind. "Let’s keep moving," he said. "And be a little more careful this time."

Fiona couldn’t help but recall Hermes’ earlier warning to avoid being impulsive. She pressed her lips together, choosing to stay silent—though she still leaned toward Nyx and muttered, "Is your President always like this? Completely emotionless. Is he even human?"

Nyx shook her head. "I don’t know."

Fiona widened her eyes. "I was joking! Why would you take that seriously?"

Nyx gave a calm, unbothered smile, ignoring Fiona’s sudden irritation.

Then, without warning, a deep rumble echoed through the ground, like a massive section of earth had just sunk. In the blink of an eye, everything went still again.

Hermes frowned and turned around—only to realize that Nyx and Fiona were gone. Somehow, he was alone in the vast corridor without his noticing.

It had happened so quickly that even Hermes wasn’t sure whether he had been moved somewhere else or if the two of them had been transported away instead.

Lowering his gaze, he thought momentarily, then calmly decided to continue forward.

[Bro, is that really how someone reacts after losing both teammates?]

[He’s just... composed.]

[Let’s see how far he gets.]

[Pretty sure Nyx and Fiona’s side is more fun, haha.]

[They’re like a gender-swapped version of Drake and Prophet.]

[At least Nyx knows how to hold a conversation.]

At that moment, Fiona and Nyx had indeed been sent somewhere else. Everything had happened too fast—for by the time they realized what was going on, they were already falling.

They could only twist their bodies midair, flipping to lessen the impact before landing.

Fiona looked up at the dark pit they had fallen through and roared, "How many damn paths does this place even have? And how deep does it go? Who in their right mind would build something like this—this dungeon completely defies logic!"

Nyx slowly stood beside her, brushing the dust off her clothes with composed grace.

Fiona shot her a look. "Quit acting all dignified. It’s not even your club uniform."

Nyx smiled faintly at Fiona. "Chew on the dirt here instead of growling and biting randomly if your teeth are itching."

Fiona couldn’t help but laugh. "So, once you’re away from your precious President, you finally drop that polite act, huh, Miss Elegance?"

She dragged out her words, making them sound more like mockery than praise.

Nyx ignored her and began examining their surroundings.

The space was no more than fifteen square meters wide, and unlike the darkness above, this place was faintly illuminated.

At the center stood what looked like a golden coffin, its lid firmly shut.

Fiona glanced at Nyx with a grin. "Aren’t you curious?"

Nyx frowned. "We should focus on finding a way out of here as soon as possible."

Fiona waved her off. "You go ahead and think about that. Either way, I’m not coming up with anything."

Nyx smiled slightly. "I’ve never seen anyone admit their own stupidity so proudly."

Fiona accepted that as a compliment.

Nyx continued to observe the chamber, but unlike the passages above, this place had no visible traps—no mechanisms on the walls or floor.

Eventually, both of their gazes fell upon the coffin in the middle.

"I told you," Fiona said, "in the end, we’ll have to open it."

Nyx pushed Fiona’s face away and replied softly, "It could be an exit... or a trap."

Fiona narrowed her eyes, a sly grin tugging at her lips. "Or maybe both. Worried? Don’t be. As long as I’m here, you won’t die."

Nyx smiled back at her, though her words were far from gentle. "Don’t try to imitate your captain—you’re not as strong as he is."

Fiona snorted, then suddenly reached out and pinched Nyx’s cheek.

Nyx’s eyes went wide. Her cane instantly shot upward, jabbing straight into Fiona’s stomach!

"Ugh!"

Fiona staggered back, clutching her abdomen. "Do you even realize the end of that cane is sharp, you psycho?! You almost skewered me!"

Nyx stared coldly at Fiona’s hand, smiling lightly. "If possible, I’d prefer to chop that hand off."

Fiona stuck out her tongue and folded her arms, stepping aside.

[Nyx is cute—but not that cute, haha.]

[Fiona’s like an overexcited puppy.]

[Two wives arguing, I can live with that.]

[Nyx’s shorter than Fiona, but if I had to choose, she’d be the top in my upcoming fanfic.]

[Send the link!]

[Nyx only has eyes for Hermes, stop it, please.]

[Then make Hermes the bottom and Nyx the top—it’s doable, just tricky.]

[...]

[I need a bit of gore to reset the dungeon’s atmosphere right about now.]

Meanwhile, Nyx had already stepped up to the coffin. Fiona’s expression turned more serious, her hand tightening around her sword hilt.

Creaaak... thud...

The coffin’s lid slowly shifted open—revealing the thing that lay motionless inside...