The rogue leaned against the cold, rough stone wall, gasping for breath, his chest heaving as a tearing pain shot through his lungs.
His once-light black leather armor was now tattered and torn, stained with the blood of his companions and foul-smelling slime.
From the dark passage behind him, the bone-chilling roars of the gargoyles had finally ceased. He knew he had successfully shaken off those terrifying monsters.
The rogue raised the back of his hand and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Just as he was about to straighten up and continue searching for a way out, his gaze was abruptly fixed on the scene ahead.
In the dim light of the dungeon, the rough, pitted bluish-gray stone passage ahead had undergone a bizarre transformation without warning.
The ordinary stone path had completely vanished, replaced by a floor of glossy, pure white stone slabs.
These pure white slabs were smooth and seamless, like a single massive piece of flawless stone, stretching into the dark depths beyond sight.
The rogue stood frozen in place for a full half-minute before a greedy, fanatical light suddenly erupted in his narrow eyes.
"I'm rich! This must be one of those rare hidden secret chambers in the dungeon!"
He trembled with excitement, his whole body shaking, and even his breathing grew rapid.
Based on his years of experience prowling dungeons, areas with such unique materials and deeply concealed locations undoubtedly held unimaginable, staggering wealth.
Perhaps it was magic equipment left behind by ancient races, or perhaps mountains of pure gold coins and high-grade magic crystals.
In an instant, he cast aside the gruesome images of his captain and teammates' deaths, his mind now consumed by the maddening thought of treasure hunting and riches.
"As long as I can haul the treasures from this place out, I could sleep on piles of gold coins every day for the rest of my life and never run out!"
As an experienced silver-grade rogue, he didn't let greed completely cloud his judgment and recklessly step forward.
He cautiously crouched down, bringing his face close to the ground, his sharp eyes meticulously examining the texture and seams of every pure white floor tile.
Hidden chambers in dungeons were often accompanied by deadly ancient mechanisms: common knowledge among all high-level adventurers.
His gaze swept inch by inch across the mirror-smooth floor until, suddenly, his keen senses detected an anomaly in the third tile ahead.
The color of that tile was ever so slightly duller than the surrounding pure white slabs, a difference imperceptible unless examined closely.
"Hmph, this old-fashioned flip pitfall trick dares to show itself before me? How laughable."
The rogue sneered confidently, his leg muscles tensing and coiling before he sprang into the air like a nimble black cat.
Twisting his waist with agility mid-air, he traced a perfect arc, effortlessly leaping over the abnormally colored tile.
Upon landing, he skillfully dissipated all momentum, his toes landing steadily and silently on the safe white slab.
He glanced back at the intact trap tile and arrogantly flipped it off with a middle finger.
"The master of this pathetic ruins must have been a dim-witted fool, thinking such a shoddy trap could stop me?"
The rogue laughed wildly, his voice echoing sharply through the vast, empty white passage.
"Today, I'm going to strip this ruins of every last treasure, not leaving a single copper coin for you!"
Meanwhile, in the safe, cozy bedroom deep within the Labrynth.
Labrynth lay comfortably sprawled across the wide velvet bed, clutching a soft white lace pillow tightly in her arms.
She wore her white gothic-style puff dress, her fair and slender legs swinging leisurely back and forth in the air.
Just then, the translucent Holographic Map Projection floating in mid-air emitted a faint red alert sound.
At the edge of the map, a glaring red dot was moving rapidly, directly intruding into the territory under her control.
Labrynth immediately activated the Microscopic Perspective function of [Mental Imagination LV2], focusing her attention on that red dot.
With a soft hum, her vision pierced through the layers of thick, stone walls, locking onto the intruder.
The rogue's arrogant leaps and that utterly brazen taunt were transmitted word-for-word into her mind.
Watching that foolish human flipping off the floor, Labrynth's delicate face showed no trace of anger; She rolled over comfortably, revealing a mischievous and cruel smile.
Her eyes gleamed with intense mockery, as if watching a ridiculous clown perform.
"What a nimble but bold little mouse, daring to act so arrogantly in my domain."
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Labrynth's soft voice echoed in the quiet room, filled with the anticipation of a spectator.
"Then let me see just how long this little mouse can scurry around in this maze."
The rogue advanced swiftly through the passage, consumed by excitement.
Relying on his exceptional Extreme Speed Movement Technique, he weaved left and right through the corridor as if it were unguarded.
From a well-concealed Hidden Weapon Port in the wall, three Darts Coated with Lethal Poison shot out with sharp whistling sounds.
He merely tilted his head casually, and the three deadly darts grazed past his scalp, embedding themselves in the distant wall.
The smooth, pure white ceiling above suddenly cracked open, and a row of thick Inverted Spikes descended with terrifying force.
Unfazed, he executed a nimble slide, narrowly slipping through the gap beneath the spikes.
After effortlessly bypassing over a dozen traps in succession, the rogue's confidence had swelled to an exaggerated degree.
He even began to think this hidden ruins was nothing but a joke, utterly lacking in challenge.
Growing increasingly brazen, he swaggered up to an obvious Trigger Pedal and, instead of avoiding it, provocatively lifted his foot and stomped down hard.
A crisp click echoed as the mechanism activated, and the ground instantly collapsed, revealing the deep, menacing Spike Trap below.
But in the brief moment the trap opened, the rogue had already gracefully executed his movement technique, shifting away from the spot.
He stood steadily at the edge of the trap, looking down at the sharp spikes below, and let out an arrogant laugh.
"Hahaha! Too slow! Too slow! This garbage Defense System is full of holes!"
He arrogantly shouted into the empty passageway, as if taunting the foolish master of the ruins.
"Did you think this shoddy stuff could hurt me? What a pipe dream! Hand over all your treasures now!"
Labrynth lay lazily on a soft velvet bed, holding a piece of Spider Meat. She leisurely tore off a small strip, placed it in her mouth, and slowly chewed, savoring the delicious and magical flavor.
Through the Microscopic Perspective of the Holographic Projection, she watched the rogue as he jumped around, recklessly courting death.
Hearing the rogue's arrogant laughter, Labrynth couldn't help but let out a scornful sneer.
Keep jumping, you foolish little rat. You have no idea what you're facing.
She casually swung her fair, delicate feet, her eyes filled with mockery.
The true horror of this Three-D Labyrinth isn't these little toys meant to amuse you.
The rogue continued smugly along the pure white passageway and soon reached a standard right-angle turn.
Confidently rounding the corner, he prepared to face either another laughable trap or a bountiful treasure.
But he abruptly halted, the arrogant smile on his face freezing at the sight before him.
There was no passage ahead, nor any treasure-filled chests.
A seamless, crystal-white stone wall stood abruptly before him, forming a complete dead end.
Refusing to believe it, the rogue rushed forward, drew the dagger from his waist, and frantically hacked and slashed at the wall.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The harsh sound of metal striking stone echoed wildly in the dead end, sparks flying in all directions.
To his horror, not even the slightest scratch marred the surface of the pure white stone wall.
"Damn it! How can this be a dead end? Did I take a wrong turn earlier?"
He cursed angrily through gritted teeth, fine beads of cold sweat beginning to form on his forehead.
Unwilling to give up, he turned around, intending to retrace his steps and find the correct path to the treasure.
In the brief moment he turned, his entire body stiffened as if struck by lightning. His eyes, narrow and long, widened in terror, bulging as if about to pop out of their sockets.
The straight white passageway he had just walked through had vanished into thin air!
In its place were three unfamiliar, narrow, and bottomless snow-white ecorridors.
The walls of these corridors emitted an inexplicable glow, like three terrifying, gaping maws of an abyss, silently awaiting their prey.
"This... this can't be! There was only one straight path just now! Where did these corridors come from!"
The rogue cried out, his voice now trembling with unmistakable panic.
His sense of direction, which had never failed him in the Dungeon, deserted him at this moment.
In his panic, he suddenly looked up, trying to reorient himself based on the structural features of the ceiling.
But the sight that met his eyes utterly shattered the last shred of his composure.
Above him was not the normal ceiling of a Dungeon, but a passageway eerily suspended in mid-air.
Beside that mid-air passageway, there was even a row of absurd, inverted stairs.
His extensive experience in dismantling traps proved utterly useless in the face of this twisted structure that defied all physical laws.
He finally realized with stark clarity that he was completely lost within this mirror-smooth Three-Dimensional Moving Labyrinth.
Endless terror washed over him like icy seawater, drenching his back in cold sweat.
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