The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: The Masterminds’ Turn

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Adventurer’s Guild Headquarters.
12:00 AM.

In the dimly lit room, a single faint lamp burned. Carver’s glasses reflected the light, illuminating the newspaper below them, its pages filled with dense news. He flipped through it, page by page, in silence.

He wasn’t “focused.”

While pretending to be busy with other matters, he was actually listening intently to the report from the golden-haired “boy” before him—

“Mr. Carver… that is the news of his death—and all subsequent news handling procedures. Please don’t worry. In everyone’s eyes, he was always the most insignificant one.”

Reibel finished his statement, ending with a respectful bow.

“You… did a beautiful job.”

Carver’s eyes finally moved from the newspaper to Reibel.

“If there are no other issues, then I will take my leave. After all, there are still matters with the Radiant Knights waiting for me to resolve.”

He smiled, maintaining the appearance of a “normal superior-subordinate relationship,” as if he were still Carver’s most trusted “black glove.”

But…

“Don’t be in such a hurry to leave.”

Carver suddenly stopped him.

“…Any other instructions?”

“I’m just a little curious. Why did he choose Dustbone Corridor? We gave him at least five dungeons… my, what a coincidence, isn’t it?”

Carver pushed his glasses up slightly, looking up, his eyes narrowed, as if waiting for him to fall into a trap.

“No matter where he went, I would have killed him as you wished, Mr. Carver. That’s all.”

Reibel thought he had given a “safe” answer, but Carver’s next question cornered him—

“You never seem to be curious about why I would move against my own child?”

If the last question was a test of whether he knew the special nature of “Dustbone Corridor,” this question was a test of his understanding of Carver himself.

“As someone who just draws a salary from the Adventurer’s Guild, I only follow your orders. I don’t care about the behind-the-scenes.”

His expression shifted slightly.

“And, as a fallen noble from a large family myself, I can find not just ten, but a hundred reasons for such things.”

“That’s true.”

“I’ll take my leave then.”

With the sound of his boots on the floor, Carver’s office fell silent once more. A single lamp burned quietly as he looked at the news.

For an absolute “superior,” the daily news was of no interest. The “big news” written on it—such as the actions of certain adventurers and deals between families—were all things he had settled a month ago.

A cold wind blew open the window, the curtain catching the breeze and sweeping across his desk, extinguishing the lamp. For others, this might be a normal occurrence on a nightly basis.

But…

“Miss Desianwei, next time you come in, you can use the main door. No one here would dare to stop you.”

For Carver, this seemed to herald the arrival of “an old friend.”

Carver closed the newspaper, looking up, waiting for someone to “materialize” before him.

But what he got was not something materializing in front of him, but from behind, a pale hand reaching over the back of the chair, caressing his chin. However, this gesture and hand shape held no “intimacy.” On the contrary, it was more like a way to snap his neck from behind.

She spoke in his ear:

“Just a little surprise for you. After all, today should be a happy day for you.”

Then, from her pale, almost “lifeless” hands, her entire body gradually materialized.

Her silver hair was slightly curled, the ends tinged with a hint of red. She wore no shoes, “floating” above the ground, her toes lightly touching the floor. Her eyes were blood-red, chilling in the cold moonlight. Her voice, however, was so gentle, as if luring you into her trap. She wore a magnificent white long dress, adorned with bright red Lycoris Radiata, like bloodstains blooming on its hem.

—Is this a “vampire” that only appears in dungeons?

Anyone who saw her for the first time would surely say so.

“It is indeed a happy day. After so many events have strayed from their original path, it’s a pleasant thing to have something back on track.”

Facing the hand on his chin, as if about to snap his neck, Carver was exceptionally relaxed.

Desianwei, hearing this, pouted slightly, released her hand, and circled to the other side of the desk, sitting on it.

“But I’m a little unhappy.”

“Your Majesty, what has made you unhappy?”

“Your good son killed my favorite little worm. How will you compensate me?”

Her tone was somewhat “unreasonable.”

“I remember… the money I paid at the time was for a ‘purchase,’ not a ‘loan,’ right?”

And Carver’s tone was more like he was coaxing a child.

“But… it was very useful, a worm that took a lot of ‘death’ to raise. It’s still a bit annoying that it’s dead.”

She swung her bare feet, watching her toes move back and forth in the moonlight.

Then…

She suddenly “looked back.”

Not by “turning her head,” but by tilting her entire head back, as if her neck had snapped.

Crack.

You could even hear the sound of her neck breaking. But to her, it seemed to have no effect. Her “head,” turned back, could still smile, still speak, still stare at Carver behind her.

“I know! Mr. Carver, introduce a new person to me, and I’ll be satisfied~”

“You’re short on hands? No problem. After all, you’ve created so many… humans who are closer to the existence of a dungeon.”

“Mmm… savoring delicious death, always short on people.”

She happily propped up her head with her hand, roughly putting it back in place.

“It’s just… a little disappointing. I thought, at this time, I could taste the sadness ‘born from death’…”

Suddenly, she leaned over the desk, close to Carver. Her movements at this moment were not something a “human” could do, more like a “corpse” that could be manipulated at will.

“The child born of the woman you loved most is dead, and I can’t taste a single trace of sadness for his death.”

Her blood-red eyes, as if about to swallow Carver whole, stared at him.

“What a pity, Carver~ Not being able to taste your sadness, not being able to witness your death, has always been a regret.”

“Is that so?” Carver narrowed his eyes, revealing his trademark smile. “I thought I would feel a trace of sadness. Perhaps… I’ve become numb without even realizing it?”

“…”

Desianwei was silent for a moment.

“You boring man, even more distant from humanity than I am.”

She commented, and just as she had arrived, she left without a sound.

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