My Harem of Dangerous and Crazy Women as a Reincarnated Necromancer-Chapter 48: An Unexpectedly Favorable Situation

The darkness at the entrance lasted only a few seconds, until Mark’s eyes adjusted and he began to take in what was before him.

But it wasn’t the dark, oppressive interior he had imagined.

It was more like an enormous hall.

The ceiling rose to an absurd height, making the interior feel much larger on the inside than it had appeared from outside.

And at the far end of the chamber, a wide dark corridor stretched into the depths of the dungeon.

’Looks like the lobby of a giant mansion...’

Mark moved forward slowly, his footsteps echoing softly on the stone floor.

Yuki followed silently to his right, and Rose to his left.

When they reached the center of the hall, Mark looked toward the corridor ahead.

"I find it pretty curious," he said out loud, not addressing anyone in particular, "that there are no monsters at the entrance."

As he said it, he heard them stop walking beside him.

Mark frowned and glanced sideways.

Both Yuki and Rose were watching him with expressions he hadn’t expected to see on either of them.

Yuki with her usual blank stare, but now with something in her eyes that looked suspiciously like confusion.

Rose with one eyebrow raised and her lips slightly parted, as if she were about to say something but didn’t know where to begin.

"What?" Mark asked.

Rose didn’t answer right away.

Instead, she slowly raised one hand, pointing upward.

Mark followed her finger with his gaze.

The ceiling of the hall, which from below had simply appeared dark and empty, was covered in monsters.

’Oh...’

Stone gargoyles clung to the walls, completely motionless, their massive bodies fused with the architecture in a way that made them nearly indistinguishable at first glance.

And among them, scattered across the corners and upper beams, enormous spiders sat perfectly still.

There were dozens of enemies waiting to strike.

Between gargoyles and spiders, Mark quickly estimated there were at least forty creatures above their heads.

And yet not one of them had moved.

"Actually," Rose said in her most casual tone, lowering her hand slowly, "I was about to tell you to be careful... but I didn’t say anything because none of them attacked us."

Mark slowly lowered his gaze from the ceiling, processing what that meant.

’There are at least forty monsters right above us and not one attacked.’

’In fact, they didn’t even move.’

Mark felt something briefly settle in his stomach before being replaced by something else.

Amazement.

’Of course... my passive that stops monsters from detecting me.’

That was the reason he could move through dungeons without being automatically attacked — the reason he could choose his fights instead of being forced into all of them.

But one thing was for it to work in a normal dungeon.

An F-rank, D-rank, even an S-rank one.

And a completely different thing for it to work in the Demon Lord’s dungeon.

With monsters that probably had levels he didn’t even want to calculate.

Mark looked up again, watching the motionless gargoyles and spiders with a new expression.

’This changes things considerably...’

’If my passive works here, and if I can actually move through this dungeon without monsters detecting me automatically...’

’Everything is far more convenient than I expected.’

"Yuki. Rose," said Mark, looking ahead again.

Both turned toward him.

"Attack the monsters on the ceiling."

The silence that followed his order was heavy.

The kind of silence that happens when someone says something no one expected to hear under any circumstances.

Yuki looked at him with her usual blank eyes, but there was something in her posture that suggested she was processing the order more carefully than usual.

Rose’s eyebrow went up again, considerably higher this time.

"Attack them?" Rose repeated in a flat voice.

"Yes."

"The monsters on the ceiling?"

"Yes... that’s what I said."

Rose and Yuki exchanged a brief glance — less than a second, but Mark caught it perfectly.

Yuki spoke first, in her usual polite tone.

"Master," she said calmly, "if we attack them, it is likely that all the monsters in the dungeon will become hostile simultaneously."

"I know."

"All of them," Yuki emphasized. "Not just the ones in this hall."

"I know," Mark repeated in the same firm tone.

Rose looked at him with an expression somewhere between disbelief and something dangerously close to amusement.

"And you still want us to attack them?" Rose said, more as confirmation than a question.

"If they turn hostile," Mark explained with complete naturalness, as if it were obvious, "they’ll give me experience when they die. Which is exactly the point of being here."

Mark paused for a moment to organize his words.

"And if they don’t turn hostile," he continued, "then I’ll know I can go down to lower floors and kill higher-level monsters without committing to all of them. Which is also useful."

After his explanation, another silence settled between them.

Rose opened her mouth.

Then closed it.

And finally opened it again to speak.

"In all my life," she said very calmly, "I have never before met someone whose logic was so completely twisted and yet made perfect sense."

"Thanks."

"That wasn’t a compliment."

"Ha, I know," Mark replied, mildly amused.

Rose looked at him one second longer, then exhaled slowly, adjusted her hat with resignation, and directed her gaze toward the ceiling with the expression of someone who had simply decided to accept their situation.

Yuki, meanwhile, was no longer at his side.

Mark hadn’t seen her move.

One moment she was there, and the next, she wasn’t.

Then he saw her moving across the ceiling with a speed that made it look almost casual.

"Moonlit Blade!"

The nearest giant spider didn’t have time to react.

Yuki cut it into four clean pieces with a single fluid motion, sending its fragments crashing to the white floor with a wet, heavy sound that echoed through the hall.

Almost simultaneously, Rose extended her free hand toward the ceiling.

"Hell Flame!"

Her fingers spread open, and a skull wreathed in flames formed over her palm in less than a second before shooting toward the nearest gargoyle with a speed and precision Mark hadn’t anticipated.

The gargoyle was hurled against the wall with a dry crack of stone on stone, shattering as it fell to the floor.

Both bodies hit the stone floor at almost the same moment.

THUD.

THUD.

And then nothing happened.

Only silence.

The same silence as before, broken only by the soft sound of Yuki landing beside him.

The remaining gargoyles and spiders stayed exactly where they were, motionless, as if nothing had happened.

Mark looked at the two bodies on the floor for a moment, then back up at the ceiling, where the remaining monsters were still motionless.

And finally at the dark corridor at the far end of the hall.

’What if...’