Chapter 27: If You’re a Man, Go Down Ninety-Nine Floors

Mianbao immediately executed the action she had been planning in her mind right after Hu Qingyu set her down.

With a delicate shout, she raised two fingers and fiercely stabbed towards Hu Qingyu’s pair of phantom-purple eyes.

But how could Hu Qingyu be an ordinary person?

How could he be injured by such a petty trick from Mianbao?

He opened his hand and accurately caught Mianbao’s attacking hand, leaving her fingers trembling powerlessly a few centimeters from his eyes.

“What is Miss Mianbao doing?”

A hint of ferocity that Mianbao didn’t see flashed across Hu Qingyu’s eyes first, before he asked with confusion.

“You peeked at my underwear just now!” Mianbao scolded delicately.

“Shouldn’t I dig out your eyes?!”

“This…”

Hu Qingyu felt not a shred of shame or remorse.

Instead, he felt he had done nothing wrong.

“Didn’t Miss Mianbao tell me to look herself?”

That was true.

Mianbao had indeed said “go ahead and look,” which was a statement of permission.

“So you’re saying it’s · my · fault?”

Mianbao tilted her head to the side, gritting her teeth and speaking word by word.

“To hell with you!”

Mianbao’s other free hand swung forcefully, flinging the heavy Sirius bag at Hu Qingyu’s face, just like in the forest before.

As someone who learns from their mistakes, Hu Qingyu naturally wouldn’t be defeated by the same method.

He was already prepared.

With a raise of his hand, he easily deflected Mianbao’s attack.

“Miss Mianbao is really not well-behaved,” Hu Qingyu said gravely.

In a flash before Mianbao’s eyes, he suddenly disappeared.

“It seems a proper lesson is in order.”

Hu Qingyu’s voice, like silk, like wind, whistled past Mianbao’s ear.

In her surprise, Mianbao was lifted up by Hu Qingyu’s hands.

In a blur, the scenery before her eyes instantly turned into a pitch-black, bottomless abyss.

“Waaaah!”

Mianbao’s whole body stiffened.

She didn’t dare to make a single move, afraid that one wrong step would send her falling.

A swirl of mosquito coils spun unhelpfully in her wide eyes.

“How about it, Miss Mianbao? Can you be quiet now?”

Hu Qingyu “smiled charmingly” and whispered in Mianbao’s ear.

“I-I-I-I…”

Mianbao’s tongue now felt like it was tied in a knot.

No matter how hard Mianbao tried, she couldn’t say the words she wanted to say.

This feeling of being blocked was enough to suffocate a person with OCD.

“I can!”

After much hardship, Mianbao finally did not disappoint all the OCD sufferers and managed to spit out the words completely.

Congratulations, congratulations!

Hu Qingyu’s figure flickered back several times, “sending” Mianbao safely into the embrace of Mother Earth.

“That’s much better.”

“Better my ass, I wish you kidney failure.”

Mianbao muttered a few curses under her breath.

“You bastard…”

“What did Miss Mianbao say?”

The stinky fox’s face bore the characteristic squinty eyes of a fox and a malicious smile.

A drop of unnatural sweat fell from Mianbao’s face, and she said repeatedly, “Nothing, nothing!”

‘This stinky fox is more demonic than a demon!
Who scares people like that!’

‘Damn it, he actually caught such a weakness… I have to find a chance to catch this stinky fox’s weakness in the future!’

“In that case, Miss Mianbao, please get up first.”

Hu Qingyu extended his broad hand and pulled Mianbao up from the ground in one go.

This palace was extremely similar in layout to the one Mianbao and her companion had just descended from.

But this palace had more obvious signs of battle.

“Nothing new.”

After carefully inspecting every corner of the palace, Hu Qingyu found no valuable clues.

He shook his head at Mianbao.

“We can only go further down and see.”

Hu Qingyu once again carried Mianbao and “Sirius” on his back, walking down the new staircase step by step.

Basement level three.

Basement level four.

Basement level five.

Basement level nine.

They had descended hundreds of steps and stopped at nine palaces.

Each palace greeted them with only the heavy, lingering signs of battle, and nothing else.

They began to suspect that this path had no end.

“This place reminds me of something.”

Mianbao sighed, rubbing the non-existent ache in her legs.

“In the First Epoch, the legendary 【Demon King’s Dungeon】.”

“Oh? 【Demon King’s Dungeon?】 What is that?”

Hu Qingyu, from another world, showed a strong interest in every new thing in this new world.

“Legend has it that the Demon King’s Dungeon has ninety-nine floors, and each floor is guarded by a very powerful magical beast. And the powerful and evil Demon King lives in the palace on the ninety-ninth basement floor.”

“To defeat the Demon King, one must break through these ninety-nine palaces.”

“Is that so.”

Hu Qingyu listened to it as a strange tale, not believing it to be a real thing.

Seemingly seeing the disbelief in Hu Qingyu’s eyes, Mianbao added a few words.

“This is a true story, you know. The First Epoch was an era of demon kings and heroes!”

“Then how did the First Epoch end?”

When Hu Qingyu first entered this other world, neither Teacher Zero nor Teacher Mianbao had told him about the history of the First and Second Epochs.

Therefore, he was now very curious about this history, which was completely different from the history of the Shenzhou Continent.

After all, when Zero and Mianbao taught him, they prioritized teaching him things he could use now.

The old history of this other world’s continent was not mentioned.

“Uh…”

Mianbao raised her eyes and searched her brain for a moment, then she shook her head.

“I don’t know, I didn’t read that part…”

Since Mianbao didn’t know, Hu Qingyu had no intention of continuing to ask.

“Miss Mianbao, it’s about time. Let’s keep going.”

【Suspected Demon King’s Dungeon】 Tenth Floor.

It was still the same old palace.

Only this time, there was a puddle of magical beast.

That’s right, a puddle of magical beast.

Hiding behind the pillars that supported the palace, Mianbao and Hu Qingyu saw, in the center of the palace, a puddle of what looked like yellow snot, wobbling about.

Two adzuki-bean-like eyes were embedded in what seemed to be the top of its head, staring blankly at the stone-tiled wall in front.

“What magical beast is this?”

Hu Qingyu’s first impression of this magical beast was not good.

Its disgusting appearance was like a pile of filth.

“It’s a slime,” Mianbao said with an equally disgusted expression.