"Rong and Shia's team, please select the dungeon difficulty."

"Legendary."

The girl's voice was soft yet icy, blunt and unyielding.

The teacher responsible for opening the dungeon glanced at the two of them, slightly surprised.

She could see their previous test scores.

Both of them were at the bottom of the rankings, yet they dared to challenge the legendary difficulty?

Though astonished, the teacher said nothing and activated the dungeon portal for them.

Rong ultimately chose to trust Shia.

After all, failing wouldn’t result in punishment, only a lower score.

That was better than being forced to drop out due to an inability to participate.

Clearing the easiest difficulty would result in a low score, and failing the legendary difficulty would only lower it slightly more.

She could live with that.

Standing in the preparation room, Shia’s face relaxed into a serene smile.

Though he had no combat ability himself, as long as this succubus princess was with him, clearing the dungeon would be a breeze.

Because the dagger he held was custom-made for her.

From the moment the qualifiers began—or even before that—he had resolved to find her and team up with her.

This dagger was his gift to her, the perfect weapon tailored for her.

"This is for you," Shia said, extending his hand.

In his palm was a simple, unadorned dagger.

It seemed ordinary at first glance, unremarkable in every way.

But the longer one looked, the more it exuded an inexplicable, profound aura.

Rong stared at the dagger before looking down at the sword at her waist, her designated weapon for battling the boss.

She hesitated, neither speaking nor agreeing.

Shia pushed the dagger closer.

"That one isn’t suited for you."

But she had never used a dagger before.

Suddenly, Rong recalled Shia’s earlier claim—he had a way to defeat the boss on the highest difficulty.

After a brief hesitation, she reached out and took it.

She’d never held a dagger before.

Yet the moment her fingers wrapped around it, a peculiar sensation washed over her. It felt perfectly natural in her grip.

It was as if the dagger was made for her, fitting her hand like a missing piece of her soul.

As though guided by destiny, she realized this was the weapon most suited for her.

Rong was momentarily stunned but tightened her hold on the dagger.

She glanced up at Shia, a flicker of excitement in her gaze.

"Let’s go," she said.

Standing on the teleportation array, the two of them were engulfed by a violet six-pointed star’s glow.

The legendary dungeon began—

Around them, everything was chaos, dark mist swirling violently.

The legendary boss appeared.

Her long black hair flowed as if alive, dancing in the air.

Her stunning, refined features radiated an aura of supreme authority.

Shia’s gaze moved downward.

A narrow strip of cloth and a form-fitting black battle suit covered her neck down to her waist, leaving strategic cutouts that highlighted her voluptuous curves. The sight of her dazzling figure exuded a palpable pressure that was hard to ignore.

Her short, uneven skirt barely concealed what needed to be hidden, exposing long, shapely legs wrapped in torn stockings that left visible indentations like bindings.

The demonic beauty swayed slightly. She was none other than a high-ranking archdemon—a Duchess of the Demon Race.

Rong’s mouth fell open slightly as she stared, then looked down at herself.

A flat-chested princess was no match for this.

The tall, curvaceous archdemon looked down at the two insignificant insects before her, her gaze filled with contempt.

A human with no combat ability and a… wait, a succubus?

The archdemon instantly recognized Rong’s true identity.

She muttered softly in the demon language, unintelligible to humans.

"One of my kind, yet you stand with the humans?"

The archdemon was puzzled and irritated by this apparent betrayal.

Rong remained silent, her expression icy as if she hadn’t understood the archdemon’s words.

In reality, she was sneaking glances at Shia, worried he might discover her true identity.

And then she witnessed Shia’s theatrics.

"Demon! We’re here to defeat you!" he shouted.

The archdemon turned her gaze to Shia, her disdain growing even more palpable.

"Hmph, two pathetic worms."

"Then do you dare withstand a blow from these worms?"

Such a crude taunt.

The archdemon sneered, twirling in midair as her hair and skirt swayed dramatically.

Her dazzling figure seemed ready to spill out at any moment.

She could tell this was an obvious provocation, but what of it?

Her inherent arrogance as a demon led her to accept the challenge despite knowing better.

"Very well. It’s been ages since I’ve had insects amuse me. I’ll stand still and let you strike. Let’s see what you can do."

Rong sighed in relief. So Shia didn’t understand the demon language after all?

But her relief was short-lived.

Why was he still provoking the boss?!

Although they were there to clear the dungeon, such reckless taunts seemed counterproductive.

Shia gave Rong an encouraging look, even pumping his fist subtly.

Go on! Don’t hesitate—attack her!

Under his urging, Rong struck.

Her attack was unremarkable, hesitant even.

But a boss must be dealt with, right? Getting a free hit without retaliation seemed like a rare opportunity worth seizing.

The archdemon’s disdain deepened as she watched the little succubus move.

"With that pathetic strength? I could let you stab me a hundred times and still remain unharmed."

Her contempt was palpable.

But in the next moment—

“-9999!”

A single critical hit!

Blood splattered as the archdemon, who had been condescendingly mocking them seconds earlier, was severely wounded.

An unprecedented sense of weakness overcame her. The once-haughty demon duchess now looked utterly confused, her bewitching face full of disbelief.

How was this possible?

This little succubus, who hadn’t even absorbed any essence and barely had combat strength, managed to land such a devastating blow!

Glaring at Rong, she couldn’t help but cry out in shock:

"Are you cheating?!"

Rong was equally stunned.

What was going on?!

She looked at the dagger in her hand, then at Shia.

She knew her strength well enough—this could only be explained by the dagger he had given her.

It felt surreal.

"Quick, finish her off while she’s weakened," Shia urged.

"If she recovers, we’ll be in serious trouble."

Still dazed, Rong instinctively obeyed.

Another strike.

Instant kill!

"You humans are despicable!"

The archdemon’s final words were filled with indignation as she realized too late that she had been utterly played.

Shia scratched his head sheepishly, smiling brightly.

"All’s fair in war. Thanks for the compliment, big sister~!"

Rong finally snapped out of her shock, looking at Shia’s cheerful expression with a shiver.

This guy seemed more demonic than she was!

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