I Broke The Game Rules To Kill The Sister Who Broke Our Bond Chapter 07
On the screen, Veronica’s face, all her pretty arrogance, had collapsed into something unrecognizable Pure
terror.
A dark red tentacle, thick and swollen like a tumor, burst from the pulsing wall and coiled around her ankle, trapping her stiletto with it.
“Ahh! Gideon! Help!”
Barbs lined its surface. They ripped through her red patent-leather skirt like it was nothing.
With pain sensitivity at 300%, even a surface wound made her scream like she was being torn in half.
Gideon gritted his teeth and flung a [Holy Light Dispelling Amulet], worth a fortune, at the tentacle.
It hit the flesh and fizzled, leaving only a thin curl of green smoke. Not even a scorch mark.
Worse, it only made it angry.
The flesh walls shuddered. Then they split open, and dozens of blood corpses dragged themselves out, pus-slicked, scarlet-eyed, howling.
Every one of them was twice the size it should’ve been, muscles swollen, veins bulging, fully enraged.
“Gideon! They’re coming! Use something! Anything!”
Veronica thrashed and clawed at Gideon’s shirt, shrieking.
Sweat poured down Gideon’s face. His hands shook as he tore through his inventory.
(Frost Scroll], nothing. [Bursting Flame), immune.
Every item that had carried him through every fight until now was useless. He hurled them at low-tier monsters, and they bounced off them like pebbles.
Blood corpses lunged. Gideon screamed, and in a final, desperate move, he burned his last card: [Absolute Defensive Shield].
A pale gold barrier flickered into existence around them, thin and barely holding.
The blood corpses hammered the shield with their claws, each hit scraping like nails on glass, over and over.
I slouched back on the throne, drumming my fingers on the armrest.
“Melanie, how long do you give that little bubble of his?”
“Ten seconds.”
Melanie didn’t look away from the screen. She watched them like bugs in a jar.
She was generous. It lasted eight.
Crack. Gideon’s eyes went wide, the kind of wide-eyed panic that came right before the end.
Cracks spiderwebbed across the shield’s surface, spreading fast.
“No… this can’t be happening. It’s a B-class dungeon! It’s just a B-class!”
He was unraveling. Fingers shaking, he pulled up the system panel, clawing for an exit.
“The map! The map! There has to be an exit!”
The interface sputtered to life, showing nothing but static and a cascade of red warnings.
[Coordinates lost.]
[Map module destroyed.]
[Retreat route permanently sealed.]
The labyrinth was reshaping itself around them.
Flesh walls on every side groaned and pressed inward, tightening.
The stench of blood and rot, thick enough to choke on, closed in with the walls.
The shield exploded into shards of light and vanished.
The instant the barrier dropped, a blood corpse sank its teeth into Veronica’s shoulder and ripped away a chunk of flesh.
“My shoulder… oh God, my shoulder! Someone help me! PLEASE!”
Veronica writhed on the ground, fingers raking bloody grooves into the wet flesh beneath her.
Gideon didn’t even look at her.
He stared into the darkness pressing in from every direction, listening to the roars multiplying in the deep, as the last threads of his sanity snapped.
“Get away from me! Get away!”
He snatched the broken sword off the ground and bolted toward the one passage that hadn’t sealed shut yet,
half-running and half-crawling.
Veronica threw herself forward and locked both arms around his thigh.
“Don’t leave me! Gideon, take me with you!”
“Get off me! Let go, you worthless… let GO!”
His eyes were bloodshot. He kicked her square in the face and kept dragging himself forward, hauling her
dead weight behind him.
Endless dark. A labyrinth that kept changing. Enraged monsters that shrugged off everything. And three
times the pain for every hit.
The Flesh Labyrinth was grinding them down to nothing.
I flipped the knife between my fingers. On the screen, the two of them looked exactly like what they were:
prey.
Gideon reached the end of the passage, Veronica’s half-dead body still clinging to his leg.
The flesh wall ahead of them ripped open.
Behind it stood a massive bronze door, ancient, silent, heavy with the weight of something that had been
waiting a very long time.
