Lucas stood still, eyes locked on the blood-drenched hallway.
His focus was absolute. So intense, in fact, that he failed to notice the sudden changes flashing across his own system panel.
> "Before you ascend to a higher danger tier," he whispered, raising his blade, "I'd rather kill you first."
The key to victory, he knew, wasn't brute force—it was evolving faster than the headmistress herself.
Faster than her regeneration.
Faster than her rage.
Faster than her evil.
---
The moment Lucas moved, everyone watching the stream gasped in unison.
> : Look at the corner! Check his stats!
: Wait… is that his panel?
: His strength and stamina just shot up?!
: It's because of his mental drop! He's trading sanity for raw stats!
The stats didn't lie.
Lucas's strength and stamina surged the moment his mental value slipped into the danger zone.
On-screen, Lucas's body tightened like a coiled spring.
He was ready to strike.
His face—stoic but intense—looked almost carved from steel. But behind his expression…
His eyes burned with a growing, wild light.
> : "...He's terrifying."
: That's not just adrenaline. That's a problem.
: I think he's actually enjoying this now…
---
The headmistress faltered for the first time. Lucas's sudden burst of speed rattled even her.
"He's lost it! He's completely mad!"
But by the time the words left her mouth—
Lucas was already beside her.
He swung his kitchen knife horizontally—clean and sharp.
The headmistress instinctively raised her arms to defend.
Bad idea.
In a blur, both her arms were severed cleanly.
Thud. Thud.
Two fleshy sounds echoed as her limbs hit the floor.
In the next instant—
Lucas plunged the blade deep into her waist.
The broadcast turned to static and mosaic, barely able to censor the horror that followed.
Her upper and lower halves—misaligned—tipped apart like a broken doll.
Crash!
The upper body slammed into the floor.
Her eyes were wide open, mouth frozen in mid-scream. She hadn't even exhaled her final breath.
---
Lucas stepped on her chest with a heavy boot.
He leaned down slowly, face calm and eerily quiet, staring directly into her lifeless, twisted features.
The headmistress, still clinging to one last shred of life, rasped out a blood-filled whisper:
"You… are the place where I was conceived…"
Her eyes remained wide even in death.
Lucas withdrew his foot, unfazed.
He stared blankly at her corpse. Her final words didn't shake him—not even a flinch.
"So... you intended to resurrect yourself through me."
---
> : Wait. What?!
: No… no no no. Does this mean she implanted something into Lucas?!
: I KNEW she was disgusting!
: Bro this dungeon is cursed. Full-on extinction route vibes!
: These resurrection mechanics are messed up!
---
> [Scanning...]
[Danger assessment adjusting based on host proximity...]
[Corpse of Headmistress: No Danger]
[Corpse of Headmistress: Low-Level Danger]
Suddenly, in Lucas's vision—
the danger box that once hovered over the headmistress began to drift.
It floated. Slowly. Menacingly.
Toward Lucas.
> [Angel Orphanage ???: Intermediate Danger]
[Angel Orphanage ???: Advanced Danger]
[Angel Orphanage ???: Approaching High-Level Danger]
[...]
---
From the livestream's perspective, Lucas suddenly began acting strange.
His eyes darted, searching the air. His gaze didn't seem fixed on anything visible.
> : Why's he looking around like that?
: There's nothing there…
: Oh no. Is he getting sick NOW?!
: The headmistress didn't even get to implant anything yet. What is happening!?
Then Lucas spoke.
"You're not growing a womb inside me."
Everyone watching froze.
Lucas clenched his hand mid-air—gripping something invisible.
Veins popped on his arms as he applied pressure.
> [Angel Orphanage ???: Approaching High-Level Danger]
A sudden hissing sound echoed in front of him.
A sharp inhale. Like someone gasping for air.
From seemingly nowhere, a figure appeared.
A woman.
She was grotesque—her body covered in pulsating sarcomas, her face horribly malformed.
And Lucas was gripping her wrist—her hideous, swollen wrist.
---
He brought the kitchen knife down—hard.
Slice.
Her hand fell to the floor, covered in tumors.
The woman—this new, unseen horror—shrieked in agony.
> : SHE WAS INVISIBLE?!
: No wonder she could implant embryos!
: Lucas didn't just guess—he knew!
: Wait wait wait… how the hell did he know?!
---
The woman backed away in terror, clutching her severed wrist.
Lucas didn't move.
"You hid because you relied on invisibility to do your dirty work."
"But once exposed—you're afraid."
He advanced slowly, the kitchen knife dripping in blood.
> ["Angel" of Angel Orphanage: Approaching High-Level Danger]
"A ghost that implants embryos and multiplies like a parasite… you call yourself an angel?"
Lucas scoffed. "What a joke."
He twisted his neck, the sound of vertebrae cracking echoing in the hallway.
"You're not divine. You're disgusting."
---
The "angel" woman trembled.
From the bloody stump of her wrist, a new sarcoma bulged and began to regenerate.
The severed hand on the ground also began to pulse grotesquely, tumors spreading.
> [Threat Level: Escalating...]
Lucas frowned.
"Extraordinary danger incoming."
He didn't hesitate.
He raised the knife and lunged.
The blade slashed down, over and over.
The angel's bloated tumors formed layers of defense—but Lucas was faster.
Each swing tore through the layers, even as new ones regenerated.
---
"By killing your children," he growled, "I made sure you couldn't plant more inside me."
That was it.
That was the reason he dared face the headmistress…
And the true "angel" hiding in her shadow.
---
> : He KNEW.
: He knew the implantation mechanic from the beginning?!
: The ghost was invisible to everyone else, so how did Lucas see her?
: The real question: how did he KNOW where to cut to expose her?
: I feel like Lucas… isn't just reacting.
: He's following a script. HIS script.
---
The "angel" was now cornered. Her face—a warped mask of pain and fear—locked eyes with Lucas.
He smiled.
"You picked the wrong host."
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