The night grew deeper, the crimson haze enveloping the entire dungeon thickening with each passing hour.

    The dungeon was swallowed by fog and uncertainty.

    The sudden dungeon mutation was a scenario players had never encountered or even heard of. They had no idea how to act correctly.

    But...

    The famous time-management master Eik once said:

    “Doing nothing is better than making a mistake!”

    In uncertain situations, taking action meant walking into a dead end.

    Thus, most surviving players chose to stay inactive, remaining in their rooms.

    They decided to observe. If nothing strange occurred, they could act later.

    Of course, a small group ventured into the crimson haze to explore.

    Waiting for death wasn’t their style.

    Better to risk it all than sit idle.

    Who knew? If they cleared the dungeon, they might gather enough experience to create a guide they could sell for a fortune!

    ...

    Business Center

    In the top-floor office, Yu Haoming sat in his chair, his expression unnervingly calm. None of the tension or frenzy typical of a power struggle showed on his face.

    He glanced at the corporate executives present, including Zhu Hongshe.

    “Those old farts on the board still won’t budge?” Yu Haoming’s voice dripped with frost.

    To seize control of Faning Group, he had lurked here for ten years.

    Ten years of relentless effort to lull the board’s vigilance and amass influence.

    Tonight’s operation had been planned meticulously. If it failed, he’d be cornered.

    Failure was not an option. Victory was mandatory.

    “Boss, those stubborn old bastards won’t yield. My people tried everything,” Zhu Hongshe replied, eyes downcast, voice trembling.

    “Fine. I never expected you to break them. I know them better than you.” Yu Haoming waved dismissively.

    Jian Ran’s silence deepened.

    Another word, and she’d explode.

    The upper floors seemed unguarded. Bai Lian and Jian Ran ascended to the fifth floor unchallenged, the corridor eerily quiet—a calm before the storm, hinting at unseen peril.

    Sure enough, upon reaching the tenth floor, a monster appeared.

    “Is this your company’s pet?”

    Bai Lian stood at the threshold, squinting at the shadowy mass ahead.

    Jian Ran tensed, ready to fight—until she remembered the man beside her was far more terrifying.

    “Mhm.” She nodded. “It existed before I joined. No one knows its origin, but everyone fears it.”

    “In my time here, it’s killed over a hundred employees... even two executives.”

    No wonder Jian Ran feared it. She’d witnessed its brutality firsthand.

    It followed orders mindlessly, slaughtering without mercy.

    As they spoke, the crimson haze parted, revealing the monster’s form.

    An angelic face framed by chestnut-brown hair tied in a ponytail.

    Four arms: two pristine as lotus petals, two muscular and blood-red.

    Four perfectly proportioned legs.

    A speckled armor adorned with rust-like patterns reeking of blood.

    Bai Lian stared, perplexed.

    “A centaur?”

    The creature had a human torso and equine lower body—a textbook centaur.

    This was the corporate monster?

    Bai Lian expected something grotesque—a gaping maw, oozing flesh. Instead, it looked... almost handsome.

    “What? Not your type?” Jian Ran mocked, noticing his stare.

    Bai Lian shook his head.

    “I’m no princess needing a white knight. Zero interest.”