The Darling of Heaven Owns a Rip-off Shop-Chapter 239 - 19: This Is a Game

Leng Yanhua quietly sent a message to Ai Li: "See that? That’s what we call a bootlicker. Let him lick all he wants, in the end, he’ll end up with nothing."

"Exactly! Useless bootlicker!" Ai Li replied indignantly.

Ai Li and Leng Yanhua also stepped into the dungeon; the scene before their eyes changed to what the ancient city looked like before its destruction. Just as they had imagined, it was resplendent and solemn, with many Golden Armor Soldiers on duty.

At that moment, two NPCs passed by everyone, seemingly discussing something.

A man who looked like a Palace Attendant said, "I heard that ever since the Crown Prince was deposed, something’s been off with him. Last time, a Palace Maid saw him learning some Evil Technique!"

"Indeed, a few days ago, a black mist emerged from the Phrases Palace, the former Crown Prince’s sleeping quarters, and all the Palace Maids and guards inside died. It wasn’t until midnight that they were carried out. Tsk, truly tragic," another Palace Attendant remarked.

Dungeon Quest — Locate the deposed Crown Prince Yang Tian’s palace.

"Goddess, this way. I’ve brought the best and most experienced players from our group. Just follow us for a stroll!" Wang Burin hurriedly pulled out a map and pointed at the palace.

The 3D map unfolded before them; the Phrases Palace was situated in a secluded courtyard, evidently used to humiliate the fallen Crown Prince by placing him here.

A team of players proceeded towards the Phrases Palace following the map.

Once inside the dungeon, the plot mode initiated, automatically blocking out all external messages.

Though it was sunny when they entered, the sky had now darkened as if a sandstorm was approaching.

After walking for about ten minutes, the Phrases Palace appeared on the map.

"How dare you! Who enters the palace without prior notice!" A guard exclaimed before leading a charge.

"I’ll handle this!" Wang Burin stepped forward, using techniques from the Tianqi Sword Sect. Several weak white lights flashed, and the guards fell to the ground, scattered and disoriented.

Wang Burin struck a particularly narcissistic pose as he sheathed his sword, saying, "Mere minions, there’s no need for Miss Tian to be startled."

This earned an eye roll from Ai Li and Leng Yanhua. Seriously, you yourself called them mere minions, so why the show-off?

Tianmiao remained expressionless and silent, yet Wang Burin felt his heart racing. Ah, his goddess was so cool.

Dungeon Quest — All things must end someday.

A faint cry for help came from inside the palace. The group hurried over to find a Palace Maid lying on the ground, covered in bloodstains.

"The Prince! The Prince is eating people!" The Palace Maid crawled towards them in anguish, but only managed a few steps before succumbing to her wounds.

Leng Yanhua was the first to step forward, kicking open the lacquer doors of the grand hall.

The scene inside nearly made him vomit, and Ai Li, who was following, turned around and retched while holding onto her knees.

In the dimly lit hall was a dismembered corpse, with a cauldron set up in the center. A roaring fire burned below, and the cauldron was bubbling fiercely.

This must be the legendary deposed Crown Prince Yang Tian.

"Who designed this dungeon? Is the planner a psychopath?" Leng Yanhua couldn’t help but curse.

"It’s too cruel," Ai Li frowned deeply. Even knowing that all this was fake, just data, she was still unsettled at heart.

Tianmiao stood at the doorway, staring coldly at the scene inside.

This, perhaps, wasn’t set by the game’s planners.

But rather — by the Demon Clan.