I Broke The Game Rules To Kill The Sister Who Broke Our Bond Chapter 06
The death knell was still reverberating through the Dark Hall.
The twin thrones, silent for three years, erupted from the boiling blood pool with a roar that shook the walls.
They rose into the air, massive, laced with dark gold and scarlet crests, radiating the kind of pressure that
made something deep in your soul flinch.
I vaulted onto the right throne. The crest near my eye flared, bright, searing blue, alive for the first time in
years.
Dark power flooded through my veins like a dam had broken.
I rolled my shoulders, cracked my neck. Every joint popped like it was waking back up.
Full power. God, I’d missed this.
Melanie stepped onto the left throne.
She looked down at her own hands, pale, perfect, restored, and closed them into fists.
“Three years.”
The smile that twisted across Melanie’s mouth was aimed at herself as much as anyone.
“Human warmth. What a sick, cheap joke.”
I spun the butterfly knife between my fingers, blood still dark on the blade.
“So no more going soft, Melanie. Today we take back everything they stole, and then some.”
Melanie didn’t answer. She just lifted her hand.
The control panel materialized in front of her, glowing a low, cold blue.
Her fingers moved fast, rewriting the dungeon’s core laws from scratch.
On the screen, the old B-class monster index flickered and went dark, entry by entry. What replaced it was a wall of scarlet warnings.
[Full-map monster enrage activated.]
[Spatial folding initiated. Map coordinates permanently locked.]
“If this is an SS-Class dungeon now, we make the rules.”
“Rule one. Every piece of high-tier gear they’re carrying? Damage immunity drops to zero.”
I caught her rhythm and keyed in the next one.
“Rule two. Pain sensitivity set to 300%. And the instant-death failsafe? Off. They don’t get a quick death. Only
a slow one.”
The rewrite took hold. On the screen, everything went to hell.
Gideon had still been strutting forward, swinging his epic longsword at a low-tier blood corpse lunging for
his face.
Crack. The blood corpse caught the blade barehanded.
The golden longsword, bought with every last drop of Melanie’s life, shattered like cheap glass.
“How is this possible?!”
Gideon’s face drained white. His eyes went huge behind the glasses.
Before he could move, black claws raked across his chest.
The top-tier armor, all shimmer and shine, tore apart like tissue paper.
Three gashes opened from shoulder to stomach, deep enough to see bone.
Gideon screamed, a raw, animal sound torn from somewhere deep.
300% pain sensitivity. Every nerve in his body fired at once, and he seized up, convulsing like he’d grabbed a
live wire.
He crashed face-first into the mud. Pathetic.
“Gideon!”
Veronica went white. She spun around, screaming, ready to run.
She made it one step before the ground beneath her started to warp.
The soil curled upward and became something else, wet, red, pulsing like a heartbeat. A living Flesh Labyrinth rose around them on all sides, sealing every way out.
I stepped up to the screen and tapped the tip of my knife against Gideon’s twisted face.
“Showtime. Melanie, how long do you think those two will last in there without their precious gear to hide behind?”
Melanie watched the screen the way you watch something that’s already dead.
“How about we add a little more?”
Before the words had faded, a new scream ripped out of the speakers-Veronica’s, shriller and more desperate than anything before.
