The Villainous Me Turned the Losers into Blackened Bosses-Chapter 211 - The Invincible Little Demon Empress Lucifa!

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Standing in the shadows was a girl with short, peculiar pink hair and a pair of purple, cat-like slit eyes that seemed to hide secrets.

She wore an oversized, unfashionable straw hat, knee-high athletic socks with sneakers, and a white tank top under a thick, dark blue denim jacket. Her outfit gave her the appearance of a tomboy.

She was only about five centimeters taller than Angie, the demon girl who had served them earlier. At first glance, she looked like a child who hadn’t yet grown up.

—Perhaps that’s why the confident, commanding words she had just spoken seemed so out of place coming from her.

…

The three of them stood in silence under the dungeon’s lights.

Their shadows stretched long across the ground.

“Because we need to harvest energy from adventurers’ battles to expand the dungeon downward.”

As if rewinding time, the girl raised her voice and repeated her shocking statement, as though she thought they hadn’t heard her the first time.

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It was a truly earth-shattering declaration!

A single sentence that seemed to unveil the very mechanics of the world!

But…

“Uh… who are you?”

“You look like some kid who wandered off?”

“…!”

The girl’s face turned bright red with anger as she clenched her fists and yanked off her oversized hat.

Beneath it were horns—demonic in nature, but unlike the “ram horns” of the little demons in the dungeon. These were small, red, and pointed, the kind often associated with “cute” demons.

Puffing out her chest with pride, she patted her flat chest and declared:

“That’s right! Be amazed! I am the Empress of Tenth Demon Castle—Lady Lucifa!”

“…?”

Shuna tilted her head, scrutinizing her.

“Uh… but we’re outside the dungeon… aren’t we?”

Shuna turned to Will, her brows furrowed, clearly expecting him—someone with “weird dungeon knowledge”—to provide a reasonable explanation.

Will glanced around, thinking. They should be outside the dungeon…

How was it that the dungeon’s boss, whom they hadn’t encountered inside, was now outside? This was completely backward.

Wait, actually, encountering a dungeon empress outside the dungeon wasn’t entirely unprecedented.

For example…

In the original story, there was a certain empress who snuck out to drink with the protagonist—

Before Will could finish his thought, the child-like girl, clearly irritated by their disbelief, shouted:

“What’s with those faces?! I think I look terrifying enough! You dare not believe me? Fine, let me show you what demon mind-reading feels like—”

But…

Before she could finish, a pale, bony hand reached out from the shadows and grabbed her delicate arm.

“Ah—ahhh! Is this a ghost?!”

Emerging from the shadows, however, was not a ghost but a kind, elderly woman holding an orange. She gently placed the fruit in Lucifa’s hand, folding her fingers over it as though giving her granddaughter a treat.

“Well, if it isn’t little Luci! Here, I picked a few more of those oranges you said were tasty. Thanks for helping out today!”

“Oh, you’re too kind! I didn’t have much to do anyway, so I thought I’d find something to keep me busy.”

“Well, come by again tomorrow. The old man says it’s been ages since anyone listened so intently to his stories about royal politics.”

“Sure thing!”

…

Watching the “little demon” from a moment ago transform into a sweet, helpful girl in front of the elderly woman, Will and Shuna were too stunned to say a word.

“Uh… Tenth Demon Castle’s Empress, Lady Lucifa?” Shuna said, her tone dripping with amusement.

“Uh…”

Lucifa’s smile froze. Slowly, she turned her head, her face now wearing an awkward expression.

“You—! And you—!”

Her smile twisted into something truly “demonic,” her body beginning to emit a black mist.

This was probably the “prelude to a demon’s ultimate move.”

“Uh, I… I believe you! Really! I’ve read—uh, heard about empresses appearing outside their dungeons before.”

Will hurriedly tried to explain, but it seemed too late.

“Enough! Let me show you the power of Tenth Demon Castle’s Empress, Lucifa—”

Lucifa raised her hand dramatically and snapped her fingers in the air.

The snap didn’t quite resonate, producing only a faint scraping sound as her fingers rubbed together.

Scratch.

But in the blink of an eye, Will’s surroundings changed completely. He now stood in a room filled with pink and black décor, featuring a large, soft bed and various peculiar, worn-out toys—like a dog missing an ear and a cat with one eye.

H-How did she do that?

Will stood frozen, his legs inexplicably feeling a bit sore.

Lucifa sat on the plush bed, bouncing slightly as if testing its softness. Then she crossed her legs, striking what she thought was a regal pose—

“Welcome to the 30th floor of Tenth Demon Castle! As the last remaining Demon Empress of this world, I, Lucifa, warmly welcome you—oh, I’ve been wanting to say that to adventurers for so long! Finally, I got to say it!”

“Wow! That’s amazing!” Shuna clapped enthusiastically, clearly playing along.

“Wait, Shuna, how did we suddenly end up inside the dungeon?”

“She probably used a demon’s hypnotic illusion to erase our memories of agreeing to her request, walking into the dungeon, and climbing the stairs. That way, it feels like we teleported here. By the way, I didn’t know dungeon empresses had to climb stairs to reach higher floors. This is a first.”

“…That’s because the convenient teleportation elevator is temporarily shut down to save energy! Otherwise, I could’ve shown you an instant empress teleportation move!”

Lucifa pouted in protest, then paused, realizing something was off.

“Wait, why do you still have your memories?!”

“Because… I cast a series of anti-illusion blessings on myself? Plus, they’re Divine Condenser-level blessings from the goddess Revers. Normal illusions shouldn’t work on me, right?”

Shuna stroked her chin thoughtfully before concluding.

“I see. So demons have powers like this. Honestly, this is the first time I’ve heard of it.”

Will once again lamented his abysmally low resistance stats. If there was a debuff to be had, he was always the first to get hit.

Hmm…

But if demons had such powers, why had he never noticed anything like this with Treya?

Was it because Treya primarily used physical swordsmanship? After all, she had only earned the favor of the demon in the jar, not its full power.

“Hmm… so you figured out that I used illusion magic to disguise flour paste as sheep brain for your meal earlier?”

“…What?”

Will felt like he’d just uncovered the biggest restaurant scam of the century.

So the “luxurious sheep brain” he thought he’d eaten was actually flour paste?

Shuna, however, stood with her hands on her hips, completely unbothered—

“Yep! But it doesn’t matter. As long as it tastes the same, who cares? Besides, it’s fascinating to see illusion magic used like this for the first time!”

“Then… then what about the bread I ate?”

“Th-that was real! I-I-I learned it from the best baker in town… and then taught the others. Human bread is such a complicated food.”

Lucifa hurriedly clarified, clearly unwilling to let her hard-earned baking skills be misunderstood.