Chapter 3

“Wait!” I called out quickly.

“I’m not sleeping in the maid’s room!”

I hurried after him, plastering on my best grin.

“You’ve got your own room in this mansion, right? How about we share a bed?”

The boss said nothing. He just floated faster, like he couldn’t get away soon enough.

I rushed after him.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to grant my wish? You know… shortness of breath, trembling legs, glazed eyes, and… pleasure so intense I die from it.””

“I never agreed to that,” he said flatly, cutting me off.

I frowned. “What the hell? Isn’t this dungeon called ‘Wish’? Weren’t you the one who said you’d grant every player’s wish? Why are you treating me differently? That’s discrimination! I’m filing a complaint with headquarters!”

He stared at me in silence for a long moment, clearly speechless.

Finally, in a resigned tone, he said, “…Fine. Come with me.”

After a maze of turns, he brought me into a luxurious bedroom.

The second I saw the king-sized bed in the center, I threw myself onto it with a dramatic sigh.

“So soft… finally,” I groaned, stretching lazily before crossing my legs.

“My legs hurt. Massage them for me.”

He glanced at me once, utterly expressionless, and said nothing.

I wasn’t giving up that easily.

“By the way, what’s your name? I can’t just keep calling you Boss forever.”

He dodged the question immediately.

“It has nothing to do with you. You’re a player. Focus on clearing the dungeon.”

I smiled sweetly.

“Then what should I call you? Baby? Honey? Hubby? Master? Daddy?”

As my tone grew more and more outrageous, he finally snapped.

“Luther Horden,” he blurted. “My name is Luther Horden.”

For some reason, even though his voice was perfectly calm, I could hear the gritted teeth behind it.

“Well then—” I started again, lips curling into a teasing smile.

“Enough,” he interrupted quickly. “Go to sleep.”

With a flick of his wrist, a swirl of black mist swept toward me.

Before I could even react, everything went dark—like someone had flipped my power switch.

I was woken by a scream the next morning.

When I opened my eyes, Luther was gone from the room. I hurried to wash up and rushed down to the living room and froze.

There, on the floor, lay a stranger’s body. The corpse looked ridiculously old. White hair, beard, a face carved with wrinkles—easily seventy, maybe eighty. For some reason, it also looked familiar.

I scanned the room. Everyone had gathered except Pete. Their faces were stone-still.

A woman with red-dyed hair, maybe in her thirties, looked around and said slowly, “I checked just now. That body on the floor… That’s Pete.”

“No way,” someone shouted back. “Pete’s only in his forties. That corpse looks ancient. The ages don’t match.”

The woman sighed. “Do you remember what wish we all made yesterday? ‘No sickness, no pain, die peacefully of old age.’ Pete’s death… that matches the wish. We seriously underestimated this dungeon. Thought we could get clever and skate by. An SSS-level run isn’t a joke.”

Messages scrolled across the air like a live chat again.

[LMAO, my favorite part—seeing cocky players crash and burn. Serves ’em right.]

[Wait, didn’t everyone wish to die of old age? What did the girl in the corner wish for? I blacked out halfway through yesterday—didn’t see the rest. Can someone give a recap?]

[Black screen too!]

[ME too!!]

[Same here!]

…

[Why are so many people getting black screens? I thought it was just my connection.]

[Maybe she made the one correct wish, so they censored the feed? OMG. Is someone actually going to clear an SSS-level dungeon???]

[You people jump to the wildest conclusions. I looked into her—total newbie. And that fragile little thing? I could slap her flat. Expecting her to beat a top-tier dungeon is hilarious.]