Mu Yi brushed the dust off his coat with a sigh. This trench coat was his favorite fashion piece, and now it was ruined after barely any wear.

"Demoness, ever considered modeling?"

Mu Yi couldn't help complimenting the beauty before him.

A horned demoness floated motionless above the water's surface, encased head-to-toe in obsidian armor. Her figure was exquisite—even as a demon, her alluring curves made his pulse race. Twin dragon claws cradled her ivory peaks, yet mismatched sizing made the claws sink slightly into supple flesh, radiating forbidden allure. Spiked armor clung tightly to her skin, while wisps of black mist coiled like garters around her snow-white thighs. Only her exquisite face remained hidden behind a grotesque mask.

"Aiva. Analyze enemy data. Assess abilities. Determine dungeon difficulty."

After observing her a moment longer, Mu Yi drew twin revolvers from his waist.

A system glitch during teleportation must have dumped him straight into a dungeon.

"Not the best luck... but not the worst either."

He spun the revolvers with a flick of his wrists. The dungeon couldn't be too high-level—if it were, he wouldn't have encountered just one monster after so long.

*Though this does give me time to... thoroughly examine this demoness's physique.*

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Aiva's sudden alert froze Mu Yi. This was the first dungeon his electronic sprite couldn't analyze. Her database contained every dungeon and enemy—even hidden ones.

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Mu Yi had never seen Aiva this serious. Even against world bosses, she remained calm. But activating [Awakening] now would ruin the fun. One-sided slaughter held no meaning.

*Let's see what surprises this demoness has in store.*

"Humans... you should not be here."

The silent demoness finally lifted her head. Crimson light flared behind her mask's eyeholes. She raised an alabaster arm, unleashing a sphere of pure darkness.

"Aiva! Human mode! Prepare Planar Shift!"

Mu Yi's eyebrows shot up. The suffocating magic pressure forced him to reassess this seductive demon. He'd underestimated her—she was world boss-tier.

A faint smile touched his lips. He raised his right hand, silver petal-shaped shields materializing to guard himself and Aiva.

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The moment the petals fully bloomed, an even fiercer blast struck.

Geysers of magma erupted from the earth. Hot spring water instantly boiled.

*WHIIIR—!*

Aiva's spherical form shattered into blue particles. Data streams spiraled through the flames, coalescing into a human silhouette amidst the storm.

"Host. Threat assessment complete—classification: LETHAL."

Icy blue motes drifted from the girl's pure white dress like falling snow. Waist-length cerulean hair framed eyes sharp as sapphires. Three orbital drones circled her, shields flaring.

"Planar Shift initiation: 120 seconds."

Her eyelids fluttered shut. Data rivers flowed around her like liquid light. Azure glyphs traced across her bare legs and the ground beneath her feet.

"Huh. She *is* strong. Strongest world boss I've ever faced."

Mu Yi burst from the smoke, tossing grenades toward the demoness. His revolvers roared like Gatling guns, spitting endless bullets.

"You are strong."

A flicker of emotion colored the demoness's voice, almost like praise.

"But not enough."

Bullets pinged harmlessly against her armor as she stood unmoved.

"*Tch*... That armor's something else..."

Mu Yi raised an eyebrow. His revolvers were legendary-tier gear. He hadn't expected them to *scratch the surface*, let alone fail completely.

"Fascinating. This defense exceeds standard world boss parameters."

His gaze locked onto the armor's dark sheen. Genuine interest sparked in his eyes.

"Since you've gone this far... I'll show proper respect."

He backflipped several meters away, grinning.

*This ice-queen demoness really hits my type.*

"?"

The demoness tilted her head, confused.

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Mu Yi snapped his fingers. A silver ring flared beneath his feet. His trench coat morphed into a fitted jacket. Ammo belts draped across his chest, revealing sculpted abs wrapped in an army-green sash. Twin shotgun cannons now strapped to his back, his revolver transformed into a 1.3-meter sword-cannon.

Clearing his throat, he offered the demoness a gentlemanly smile.

"Shall we begin round two, my lovely demoness?"