บททั้งหมดของ Charming the Final Boss: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

I am a succubus who gathers energy from System missions, and passion and desire are my favorite condiments.But when the new mission came, it wasn't the usual love game, but a SSS-difficulty dungeon!"By the holy light!" The clink of plate armors echoed in the empty gothic manor, as the self-proclaimed holy knight raised his silver hammer and charged at the ever-shifting shadow dead ahead.Every other player was backing off nervously, while I remained where I was, relaxed.As a succubus, my sense for danger far surpassed an ordinary player's.In fact, the Entity of ancient darkness which projected a suffocating presence of danger right in front of me was exactly my type.Meanwhile, the holy knight's hammer swung viciously through the air, leaving a distinct silver trail in its wake… and passed through the darkness harmlessly."What?!" The holy knight was left dumbstruck as his weapon struck nothing, while the shadow slowly turned toward him, with stellar specks flickering with

[New Main Mission assigned: Witness three dawns in the manor]The cool voice of the System announced over the deathly silence. I raised a brow, still watching the motionless Darkness before me.It seemed that my wish had really put him on the spot.Meanwhile, the other Players were relieved by the ease of the information and all hurried away.However, I noticed that the Darkness remained, as if still trying to figure out what had just happened.Oh, this was going to be fun.-After observing my surroundings, I followed everyone else to the manor hall.In the middle was a gigantic crystal chandelier, and all the walls were rows of ancient mirrors, each labeled with a player's name.When the young mage stood before his own mirror, everyone saw an image of him appearing in the mirror, being torn apart by countless tentacles.His face turned pale right away.Everyone followed suit, but it was all gory sights of death.When I went to my mirror, however, there was only opaquene

In the study, Julian was holding an old tome up high. "I found it! It's a book on the Lord of the Manor!"As everyone quickly gathered around him, Julian read aloud, "His name is Morpheus, and he loves to drink Stardust Wine under the full moon, which clears his mind and gives him a good night's sleep.""Anything else?" Cassian pressed urgently. "He likes to collect old star charts and harp music during rainy nights," Julian replied. "There's also records about his dislikes…"I listened closely but smirked in contempt.While there was no question that those were clues, the real key to winning remained to be seen.And while they were busy scratching the surface, I quietly left, searching and eventually finding a secret room with a single broken mirror.I could sense the lingering malice on it and reach out to touch it, my senses as a succubus quickly capturing fragments of memories.Pain struck like a surging tide, and I sighed.I saw it now—he definitely suffered plenty of hu

Julian's cracked voice rang amid the mist of dawn. "Cassian's dead."I slowly turned toward him, as I had slept soundly last night after returning from the depths of the manor.We moved to the hall where Cassian's corpse was nailed to the wall with a wooden stake—not just any wooden stake, but a sanctified one used expressly to hunt vampires.Poor Cassian—his skin was as white as a sheet as every last drop of blood had been drained out of him, leaving just an empty husk.Ironically, the smug smile from last night still lingered on his face.Elara was panicking too. "What?! I thought he wished for immunity from Morpheus!"The cool voice of the System answered: [System log—Player Cassian was eliminated by another Player. Damage was inflicted within the confines of rules.]Both Julian and Elara turned pale right then."So his immunity… was pointless," Julian said fearfully, adjusting his glasses. "It's a loophole in the rules, but player against player damage isn't damage from Mor

It was Julian and Elara's turn to ask questions, and they quickly switched their strategy to combing Morpheus' life for the right clues.At the same time, Julian leveled a troubled look at me, but he didn't have the time for gossip when his life was on the line.Considering the possibility of provoking Morpheus, he phrased his question to be indirect."First question," he began, adjusting his glasses. "Is this manor your former home or the place of your death?""Yes," Morpheus replied, his voice once again ancient and majestic."Second question," Julian pressed. "Were you suffering mental or spiritual anguish in this manner?""Yes." Another single word reply.A confident smile showed on Julian's face, seemingly knowing the answer to the quiz."Third question: Did you die to your tormentors?""No."Julian's smile stiffened—this time, the answer was not what he had expected.Despite his frustration, he had used up all three questions, and he must retreat.Elara stepped forwar