Chapter 92: Chapter: 92 If I were to lose to that cripple, then I’m not a man and I will turn into a women!

“So this is your intuition?”

Kafrik said with a hint of admiration as he looked at the two figures standing before him, perfect copies of himself and the professor.

They looked exactly the same, moved the same, and even gave off the same aura.

The only difference was their strength.

Each copy held only about one-fourth of the original’s power.

Normally, if the professor had made just one, it would have been half the original’s strength, but since there were two, the power had been divided equally.

The professor stayed silent, his face calm as he handed a small glowing artifact to his own copy.

That artifact was the key, it would allow the copy to open the gate of the dungeon without any hitch.

When everything was ready, the professor gave a quiet order, “Go.”

The copies nodded and began walking away.

Their steps were light, almost soundless.

After moving some distance, they reached a crossroads.

Without hesitation, they split up.

It wasn’t that they had different destinations, no, the reason they split up was simple.

If both had gone together, it might have drawn suspicion.

Moving separately made it look natural, like nothing unusual was happening.

Kafrik watched as the doppelgangers slowly disappeared into the distance, their figures swallowed by the fog.

Once they were gone, he turned his gaze back to the professor.

“So what now? Do we enter the dungeon?” he asked calmly.

The professor didn’t respond.

He simply raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

In an instant, the ground before them trembled, and a dark gate appeared.

Its surface was pitch black, pulsing faintly like a living shadow.

It looked exactly like the one Vivian had seen in his last life.

Without a word, the professor stepped inside.

Kafrik stood there for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Then he let out a cold snort and followed, vanishing into the darkness after him.

As Kafrik stepped through the gate, his eyes widened in awe.

It was his first time entering a dungeon, and the sight before him was far beyond what he had imagined.

The moment he arrived, countless small, spike-like crystals, each the size of a grown man’s hand, came into view.

They were scattered across the walls and ground, glowing softly with an azure blue light.

The light shimmered gently, casting strange moving patterns across the dark surface and filling the air with a quiet, almost sacred feeling.

The space itself was massive, stretching out for nearly a kilometer in every direction.

There were no trees, no buildings, no monsters, just an endless open field covered in a dark, glass-like surface that reflected the blue glow.

The silence was heavy, as if the entire place was holding its breath, waiting for something to begin.

Kafrik’s wonder snapped away the moment the professor spoke.

“This is the second floor,” the professor said in a quiet voice.

“There aren’t any boss monsters here.”

Kafrik frowned.

“So how do we get them to come here? Or do we just attack?” A cold glint passed through his eyes.

The professor shook his head once. “No. There are some leftover Grizzles, we’ll use them as bait.”

Kafrik felt a surge of contempt at the word bait.

He thought it cowardly.

A sword master using traps instead of meeting foes head-on felt wrong.

He kept that thought to himself.

Instead he asked, voice calm, “And what do you intend to do?”

The professor’s reply was simple.

He pointed toward a low ridge where the blue crystals clustered more tightly.

“We’ll hide at the ridge,” he said.

“When the Grizzles draw them out, we strike together. Quick, precise. No long fights.”

Kafrik stepped back and said, “no”.

He had a plan in his head and he would not change it.

The professor stayed quiet.

His face gave nothing away.

He looked at Kafrik slowly, like he was waiting to see what Kafrik would do next.

Kafrik spoke with a low voice.

“I will fight that cripple and beat him,” he said.

“While I keep him busy, you wait for Charlotte to drop her guard. Then you ambush her.”

He looked at the professor with cold eyes.

The words came out calm, but they were full of poison.

The professor listened without moving.

Kafrik went on, his tone harder now.

“Whatever you do, don’t kill her.” A small, wicked smile crossed his face.

It was a smile that made the air feel colder.

This bastard was really a piece of work.

Even the tiniest drop of his blood could turn into the most dangerous, cruel being in the world.

Just listening to this bastard would send a chill down anyone’s spine.

The professor, meanwhile, said nothing.

He only nodded and stayed still.

Kafrik stood quietly too, his face calm, but something in him buzzed with excitement.

He pictured Vivian’s despair when everything fell apart, when his life was broken and everything he loved was taken away.

The thought made Kafrik smile, small and cold, as the floor stayed heavy with the silence of their plan.

As they waited, the professor stayed calm, closing his eyes and focusing deeply, while Kafrik paced back and forth, growing more and more impatient.

Minutes stretched into hours, and what felt like an eternity passed.

Suddenly, the professor’s eyes snapped open.

He muttered softly, “They are here.”

Kafrik’s eyes brightened instantly.

He stepped forward eagerly.

“Are they coming here?” he asked.

The professor’s face turned thoughtful.

Slowly, he pulled out a small, round piece of jade.

Two tiny dots on its surface glowed faintly.

Kafrik stared at it, a mix of curiosity and excitement in his eyes.

Originally, this artifact wasn’t from the continent of Elora, but from a distant continent called Axian.

He had only recently learned that there was another continent in this world besides Elora.

The news shocked him deeply.

It felt even more unreal when the man named Clown introduced himself as a resident of that distant land.

The Clown had even given him an artifact.

He hadn’t explained what it was or what it could do, but Kafrik kept it anyway.

After all, if someone as strong as the Clown had given him this, it had to be something important, something valuable.

He held it carefully, thinking about the possibilities it might hold.

And this new artifact that the professor held was from that continent too.

Its power and value was extraordinary, unlike anything Kafrik had seen before.

He licked his lips and stared at the jade, greed shining in his eyes.

Still, he didn’t speak.

The professor noticed Kafrik’s gaze but said nothing.

Calmly, he tossed the jade into the air.

To Kafrik’s surprise, it transformed into a glowing screen.

On the screen, images appeared showing Vivian and Charlotte in the middle of a fight against a group of Grizzles.

Their movements weren’t that fast and sharp, and the danger was clear even from the small display.

Kafrik’s lips curled into a mocking smile as he watched the screen.

Vivian was panting hard after killing a few Grizzles.

He spat, face twisted with disgust.

“This one has nothing but luck in fights,” he muttered, his voice thick with contempt.

“How else could he beat me?”

The professor gave Kafrik a sharp, meaningful look.

There was cold disdain in his eyes.

Kafrik met that gaze and felt it like a slight.

He spat again, low and hard, and thought to himself, ’This corpse, if I ever get the chance, I will kill him.’

A tense quiet settled between them, the screen’s images flickering as Vivian and Charlotte kept fighting, unaware of the plotting that watched them from afar.

After a while, the battle ended.

Vivian and Charlotte began to move, and the professor stood up, pulling back the jade.

“Get ready,” he said. “They will be here soon.”

Kafrik nodded, a wicked smile lighting up his face.

But the professor didn’t move right away.

His eyes held a thoughtful look for a moment before he spoke again.

“Are you certain,” he asked slowly, “that you can take down Vivian?”

Hearing him, Kafrik revealed a sense of disgust and said word for word, “If I were to lose to that cripple, then I’m not a man, and I will turn into a woman.”

He said it with complete confidence, pride shining in his expression.

But the professor didn’t say anything.

He just gave Kafrik a meaningful look and vanished.

Though Kafrik couldn’t sense him, he knew exactly where the professor had gone to hide and prepare for the ambush.

Kafrik withdrew his gaze from where the professor had vanished and slowly walked toward the center of the floor.

When he reached it, he sat down, his eyes shining with a dark, wicked light.

He savored the moment, feeling the excitement build inside him.

Now, he was really close.

A low, cruel laugh escaped his lips.

“Hehe… come,” he said, his voice full of menace.

“I will show you what cruelty really is.”

He leaned back slightly, his hands resting on his knees, waiting patiently.

Every second that passed made him feel sharper, hungrier for what was coming.

The air around him seemed heavier, as if it sensed the darkness in his heart.

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