The next moment,
*BOOM~!!!*
The ground beneath Night's feet suddenly cracked open.
Although he reacted swiftly, leaping to the side, before he could even land, the entire central square began to collapse.
"——!!!
Damn it!"
Night barely had time to curse before he tried to summon his Pegasus to fly him out.
But a terrifying force suddenly pulled him downward from below.
What the hell?!
The last thought in his mind before falling was ...That one percent chance actually happened.
Then, he plunged into the abyss.
Darkness, everything went black.
Time and space became indistinct, impossible to perceive.
In fact, after certain time, he even began to suspect he was no longer in the same world.
When he first crossed over, his body had been immune to the disorienting effects of time travel.
But now, he felt as if he had moved from one point in time to an entirely different world.
If Rome had been in the dead of night, here it felt like daytime.
Finally—
When his body hit the ground, Night was surprised to find he wasn't dead.
In fact, the impact felt no worse than jumping off a one-meter-high platform.
Not to mention, him, this level of impact wouldn't even kill an ordinary person.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a dark, ancient underground temple.
Just one glance was enough to confirm that he had entered a different dimension or plane of existence.
At the far end of the temple, beyond a massive gate, was a world of endless blizzards under a gloomy sky, a cold, lifeless world filled with the stench of decay.
Above him, Night could still see the starry night sky of Rome.
"Welcome to the land of the dead—mortal of the earth."
A melodious female voice suddenly rang out.
When—?!
Subconsciously, Night drew the twin spears he carried, turning toward the source of the voice.
In the corner of the temple, a hooded woman sat on a set of stairs.
Her tight-fitting dress beneath the cloak accentuated her plump figure, an S-shape that could drive any man wild.
Even without seeing her face, she exuded an irresistible allure that could make man swoon over her.
As she slowly removed her hood, she revealed beautiful golden hair and blue eyes as mesmerizing as the sky.
Her delicate, porcelain-like skin made her even more stunning, and she radiated a magnetic charm—or perhaps a divine aura.
It was a presence that no mortal could resist.
Her soft lips parted slightly, and it was as if she was whispering something, her breath warm against his ear.
Night didn't catch what she said.
Even in his state of absolute calm, he lost consciousness for a moment before snapping back to awareness.
—It was innate charm!
Because of the aura that was emanating from her body all the time, even though he was already on guard, Night still fell under her spell the moment he laid eyes on her.
The intensity of the experience jolted him awake, and he immediately went on high alert, his hair standing on end.
He hadn't sensed anyone in that direction earlier.
In other words, the other party wasn't human at all.
She had no life force.
And just seeing her face had nearly ensnared him.
While Night couldn't boast about his strength, his mental resistance was something even Hector had once admired.
So—
Just revealing her face was enough to ensnare heroes?
Any other hero would have been completely charmed from just one look, willing to die for her.
And recalling the words she had spoken earlier—
This place was…
"The land of the dead?!"
"Correct. The underworld beneath this land—hero Aeneas." The girl spoke with a tone of delight, welcoming Night.
But the name she used for him was quite unexpected.
"Aeneas?" Night's pupils contracted slightly.
He hadn't expected to hear that name.
Wasn't that the name of Hector's brother, the only hero to escape the Trojan War and later establish the precursor to Rome?
"Why are you calling me Aeneas? You should be able to tell that my aura is different from his,"
Night said coldly, already preparing for a fight.
Rome had an underworld too, and it was beneath Carthage's land.
If this was the underworld, then the reason why there was no sense of any breath in the snowstorm world outside was because it was full of dead people.
Since it was the underworld, it also explained the lack of life energy.
"Aeneas is Aeneas, the hero chosen by the will of Rome's land.
Didn't you come here specifically to see me?" The girl suddenly showed a sorrowful look, her gaze fixed on Night.
Her expression that seemed to say, *If you deny it, I'll cry.' made Night feel silent for a moment.
At the same time, he also noted her mention of being chosen by Rome's land consciousnee.
It was obvious that she could sense the blessing on him.
But Night had no intention of playing along with her role-playing game.
He even drew his weapons…
"Speak plainly!!"
His gaze locked onto the girl's delicate neck, then her chest and slender waist, ready to take action at any time
Of course, this wasn't the gaze of a lecher, but one focused on vital points.
His cold eyes left no doubt that if he didn't get the answers he wanted, he would blast her beautiful head apart with his spear.
The beauty that could make heroes kneel and grovel seemed to have no effect on Night.
"Rejected again? Rejected again, Aeneas—!
What a heartless man! Haha—!"
The girl's voice turned icy, even excited.
She didn't seem to care about Night's gaze, even standing up and trying to approach him, reaching out to touch his face.
She was quite petite and needed to stand on tiptoe to reach his face while looking into his eyes, a gesture that made her seem playful and cute.
Then—
*Boom~!!!*
Before her hand could touch him, Night's spear shattered her head like a watermelon, blood splattering everywhere.
Thud!
The last fleeting look of surprise on the other party's delicate face seemed to be still vivid, but Night did not retract his weapon.
Instead, he looked at the headless female corpse lying in a pool of blood at his feet and spoke.
"Stop pretending—clean up this disgusting mess."
The next moment, the blood flowed backward—
The scattered flesh and bone reassembled, and the girl stood up, her expression now completely twisted.
Although that face was still cute even when it looked ferocious, the other person's eyes had turned blood red at some point, and were filled with curses, hatred, and madness, a will that could drive an ordinary person insane with just one glance.
The other person stuck out her tongue slightly and made a face, but her lovely face looked unexpectedly scary at this moment.
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