The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 11 - The Heroine

The 30th and final floor of the dungeon Eclipse was the stage for an intense and nerve-wracking boss battle.

At the heart of the final floor, the Empress of Eclipse had transformed into a massive moth with glowing blue wings. Only the humanoid shape of her head remained, centered within the grotesque insect form.

She circled the dungeon’s sky, which was adorned with stars and a false moon. As her wings brushed against the moon, they left jagged, crescent-shaped gaps.

Silver dust fell from above, resembling the ashes of the silver moon itself.

Despite her inhuman and eerie form, the moonlight and silver dust gave her an almost ethereal beauty.

“Stay in cover! Put out any fire magic! Do you want to get blown up?! Who’s the idiot lighting a lamp?!”

“Careful, that stuff’s poisonous. Hold your breath.”

The captain issued orders, signaling with hand gestures in the air:

“Archers, aim for her wings!”

The adventuring party tackling the final floor was the Silverlight party, a well-known group of experienced adventurers, all B-rank or higher. They had cleared three 30-floor dungeons before, but facing the final floor of an unfamiliar dungeon still left them uneasy.

Suddenly, a shadow darted out from the back row of the party.

Moving at an incredible speed, the figure weaved through the moonlit, silver-dusted ground, leaving only the trail of her long black hair behind.

The party, holding their breath, watched as she leapt into the air. Though the distance between her and the moth was vast—seemingly insurmountable—she soared with precision.

At the moment of her jump, several ice platforms materialized in midair, as if calculated to perfection. She stepped on them, charging toward the jagged gap in the moonlight—

And aimed directly at the humanoid head at the center of the moth’s form, driving her dagger into its crown.

Under the moonlight, the grotesque moth was split cleanly in half. But instead of blood and viscera, a cascade of shimmering silver-gray particles spilled from its body.

It was as if countless stars were falling from the moon.

Standing amidst the broken moonlight and drifting silver particles was a girl who appeared no older than fourteen, her long black hair cascading behind her.

Backlit by the light, her expression was obscured, leaving only the sharp outline of her silhouette visible.

She stood tall, her body displaying taut, well-defined muscles—completely unlike a child’s.

Her attire was equally unorthodox for her age. She wore practical short boots and black stockings that were both sweat-resistant and magic-resistant, with a thigh holster for her dagger. Her upper body was clad in a simple undergarment that covered her chest, over which she wore a brown vest.

The oppressive aura of the dungeon boss, once a beautiful woman turned into a hideous moth, was entirely overshadowed by her presence.

“Hmm, it’s dead. Should be safe to breathe now.”

The girl spoke, casually twirling her dagger before sheathing it in the holster on her thigh.

“That was incredible, Shuna! You’re destined to be a legendary adventurer. I’d even pay you more to join us permanently. What do you think—”

The Silverlight captain, overcome with excitement, stepped forward in his boots, arms open for a hug.

But—

Shuna swiftly drew the dagger she had just sheathed and threw it. The blade landed precisely five centimeters in front of his boot.

“Wha—”

“Captain! Watch out!”

The atmosphere turned tense, the party on edge.

But Shuna simply took two steps forward, her expression calm. She knelt down carefully…

And plucked a single crimson sprig of mint from the ground in front of the captain’s boot.

“You almost stepped on it. As expected, dungeons with explosive properties often grow plants like this.”

She tucked the mint into her pocket as if it were a priceless treasure, then retrieved her dagger.

Walking a few steps further, she finally revealed what was behind her—a treasure trove of gold, silver, and rare materials unique to this dungeon. Precious metals capable of crafting specialized weapons were piled high like mountains around the corpse of the dungeon empress.

But Shuna took none of it. She brushed past the captain without a second glance.

“Mission complete. I’m heading back.”

—Her eyes seemed to hold interest only for the crimson mint, a plant insignificant even in the dungeon’s lore.

“Wait, Shuna… Won’t you consider joining us for another dungeon?”

“Depends on whether the next dungeon has more of this.”

Shuna Polrol held up the sprig of mint peeking out of her bag.

“Maybe next time—”

She waved over her shoulder as she walked away.

—

Among “free adventurers,” Shuna Polrol was a unique figure. Free adventurers—those without fixed teams—were often either casual participants or highly skilled individuals who chose teams based on the best offers, acting as mercenaries.

Shuna was incredibly strong, to the point where people believed she could solo dungeons if she wanted to. She was versatile, capable of filling any role in a team.

Her self-proclaimed role was “logistics.” As she put it, “Someone once told me logistics is the strongest ace in any team. No idea why he was so insistent, but I went with it.”

Her actions weren’t motivated by money. Her rewards were unpredictable—sometimes she’d take nothing but a tattered book, other times she’d leave with only materials, and occasionally she’d join a party just to clear the first floor for fun. She rarely spoke, and once the job was done, she’d leave.

Like today, when she left with just a sprig of mint, it was considered normal for her.

In her downtime, she could often be found in taverns, reading books stamped with the Entark Second Academy Library’s seal.

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No one understood why a girl who could borrow books from such a prestigious library chose to become an adventurer.

Moreover…

She looked far too young. Her actions were unnervingly mature, her decisiveness and composure mismatched with her apparent age.

But Isaac, the branch leader of the Adventurer’s Guild, knew the truth.

Her actions were driven by… letters.

Isaac had personally handed her many letters signed anonymously as “W.” She would read them and immediately check the commission board for dungeons related to the contents of the letters.

“Oh? You’re back. Perfect timing. W sent you another letter. It’s registered mail this time—he was worried it might get lost.”

“What?”

The usually stoic and indifferent Shuna’s eyes lit up at the mention. She snatched the letter eagerly.

A beautifully crafted metal bookmark fell out of the envelope.

She held it up to the light.

“Hmm… it looks like stars in a galaxy. He really put thought into this…”

Her tone was affectionate, and for the first time, the cold and composed Shuna wore a sweet, girlish smile.

Even Isaac couldn’t help but comment.

“Geez. To keep people from thinking I’m exploiting child labor, could you not push yourself so hard next time?”

“I’m not pushing myself.”

Shuna twirled the bookmark in the light, the engraved stars casting reflections on the rugged guild desk.

“That dungeon wasn’t even fully mapped. You just took the job to explore uncharted territory—”

“Floors 25 to 29 were all insect-themed, active at night, with explosive properties. The boss’s form wasn’t hard to deduce. Besides, I recently had someone calculate updated explosion data.”

Shuna dismissed the dungeon’s challenges as if they were trivial.

“Besides…” She held up the mint, spinning it between her fingers. “Don’t you think I’m incredibly lucky? Like I have some kind of aura where everything I want and do just works out perfectly?”

Isaac didn’t argue.

Shuna did seem to have a “lucky aura,” but more than that, she…

“Hmm… yeah, you’re like a protagonist.”

“Exactly, like a heroine.”

“So, who is this W? Why do you listen to him so much?”

Shuna carefully placed the bookmark into the pocket of her jacket.

“Based on his letters, he’s probably some pampered young master. Lots of theoretical knowledge, big dreams of being an adventurer, but likely never stepped out of his own house.”

“Huh?”

“Maybe he’s even a Hysterm.”

“That’s… isn’t that the family that owns this guild branch—”

Before Isaac could finish, Shuna waved him off.

“Just kidding. But…”

She opened the letter, licking her lips in anticipation. In that moment, Isaac thought she finally looked like the 14-year-old girl she appeared to be.

“I think… he’s kind of adorable?” she said with a playful smile.