Luyang had been speaking vigorously while pointing a finger, but his expression soon stiffened. He exclaimed, “This is bullshit! These aren’t even the Deep Floors!”

He had already confirmed that the Floor his own labyrinth had come into contact with belonged to the Middle Floors and not the Deep Floors. He seemed shocked by the unexpected turn of events, but not necessarily afraid.

However, he couldn’t come to his senses upon realizing that everything he knew about the Underworld had been completely turned upside down.

The separation between Floors and the limits of each had been clear and distinct, and the difference in power between the Lesser Floors and the Deep Floors had been absolute. Beings born on the Lesser Floors could never defeat Deep Floor beings, and Deep Floor beings could never go against beings from even deeper Floors. That was the absolute law of the Underworld he had known.

But now, all that common sense was crumbling before his eyes.

Kaaaaaaargh!

The screams didn’t end. Following each scream, the beaked head of a Satyr or another body part flew past Luyang. It was as if a bloody vortex had bloomed around him, with part of the passageway being swallowed up by a bloody mist.

Luyang watched reality fall apart before...