Just two lines of notification.

No warning of danger, no explanation, much less the familiar red text indicating a Boss appearance. But precisely because of that silence, the chilling sensation became all the more clear. The general chat channel paused for a few seconds, as if everyone had just been gripped by the throat. Then, it completely erupted.

[Room 117 – Oran: What does an unfamiliar gaze mean?!]

[Room 804 – Sana: Did it really see us?]

[Room 221 – Kuro: There’s no attack notification. Maybe it only noticed the soul fluctuation.]

[Room 330 – Owl: Or perhaps it doesn’t want to come yet.]

[Room 606 – Garland: Don’t you all find this strange? The System didn’t say it was a disaster, nor did it say it was an event monster.]

[Room 905 – Hellen: You mean... a hidden Boss?]

[Room 606 – Garland: I didn’t say that. But if it really is a hidden Boss...]

The message stopped there, but everyone understood the rest.

If that truly was a hidden Boss, what would the reward be? A high-tier item? An ability card? A rare Class? Or even an opportunity for evolution? The fear was still there, but behind the fear, another emotion was quietly sprouting.

Greed.

Nanoe looked at the general chat channel, the corner of her mouth slightly curling up. She didn’t say anything, but Elith felt that her smile was speaking on her behalf: See?

Morie glanced at Nanoe, then took a deep breath, forcing herself to pull her attention away from the existence twenty miles away. Because at this moment, there was still something more important.

The mission wasn’t yet complete.

Dokai was dead, but Dokai wasn’t the target of the mission. The Ice Wolf General was still alive. The army of ice monsters still existed. The System had not yet announced completion, which meant as long as those ice monsters had not been completely eliminated, this battlefield had not truly ended.

Morie looked at the screen.

Out in the corridor, after Dokai’s soul explosion had dissipated, the figure of the Ice Wolf General gradually emerged within the thin curtain of ice mist. She was still suspended in mid-air. Silvery-white spider silk wrapped around her wrists, ankles, waist, shoulders, and neck, while Morie’s Titan hand held her main body, preventing her from falling, and also preventing her from freely directing her cold aura.

The poison from the [Frenzied Blood Spike Door] was still corroding her life. Her skin, originally cold and white, had now gone pale to the point of being almost transparent. Her silvery-white hair was tousled, several strands sticking to her cheeks. The ice armor on her body was shattered in many places, exposing the smooth skin beneath, along with traces of pale blue blood that looked both cold and dazzling.

But her eyes were still very bright.

Azure blue, cold, proud. Like an ice sword that had broken, but the remaining blade was still sharp enough to cut the throat of anyone who dared touch it.

The Ice Wolf General looked at the place where Dokai had just died, then turned her gaze toward the door of room 2705.

Morie couldn’t directly speak with her. The two sides were separated by a door, a screen, spider silk, ice mist, and an entire battlefield not yet cleared. Even though Morie could control Psionics outside, that didn’t mean her voice could clearly reach the Ice Wolf General’s ears.

Right at this moment, Sunako weakly spoke up.

"Um... can I make a suggestion?"

Elith glanced at her. Sunako immediately trembled, hurriedly raising her two hands as if surrendering.

"Not an opposing suggestion! It’s a useful suggestion, very useful!"

Elith coldly asked: "Speak."

Sunako cleared her throat, her face immediately turning to a slightly fake serious expression: "If you all need someone to relay messages, I can take on the role. After all, I’m a hostage, my identity is relatively neutral, and I’m weak, harmless, and easily make others trust me..."

Thunder Dragon turned its head to look at her.

"Krit."

Sunako choked. Thunder Dragon’s gaze seemed to be asking: You? Neutral?

She immediately said angrily: "Don’t look at me like that! I may be weak, but I’m very good at talking. Moreover, I can also perform supplementary emotions. For example, fear, despair, crying, begging, trembling, all of these are advanced survival skills!"

Thunder Dragon opened its mouth to yawn.

"Krit..."

Sunako felt insulted.

"You just yawned, didn’t you?! How dare you yawn while I’m introducing my own merits?!"

Thunder Dragon turned its head away.

Very clearly.

It really did dare.

Elith withdrew her gaze, no longer paying attention to Sunako. She raised her hand, and a black spider as large as a fist crawled out from the shadows. This spider was different from the small spiders used to weave silk earlier. Its body was glossy black like metal. Its abdomen had very fine silver veins. Its eight legs were long and sharp, but when it moved, it was so quiet that it almost made no sound.

Elith said: "We don’t need you."

Sunako immediately felt heartbroken.

"I just got my job stolen by a spider?"

No one answered her.

The black spider quickly crawled across the spider silk, the ice mist, and the monster corpses on the ground. It didn’t immediately approach the Ice Wolf General’s mouth, but instead circled around behind, using extremely fast speed to climb onto her shoulder.

The Ice Wolf General sensed something crawling onto her body. The cold aura around her shoulder immediately condensed. But the spider silk binding her tightened. Morie’s Titan hand also exerted slight force. Her body froze.

The black spider stopped on her left shoulder, its eight legs lightly piercing into the broken layer of ice armor. Its abdomen vibrated slightly, releasing extremely fine threads of silk that connected to the silk web spread across the corridor, finally linking to another small spider lying in Elith’s hand inside room 2705.

Elith looked at Nanoe.

"You can speak."

Nanoe slowly walked over.

She didn’t pick up the spider, only slightly bent down, her snowy white finger lightly touching the thin silk connected to the spider in Elith’s hand. The principle was very similar to a primitive telephone line. Her voice would travel through the vibrations of the spider silk to the spider on the Ice Wolf General’s shoulder.

The method was very simple, even slightly crude.

But effective.

Nanoe softly smiled. That smile was gentle, alluring, soft to the degree that one could easily forget she was the same person who had just spoken words cold to the bone.

"Can you hear me?"

Nanoe’s voice traveled through the spider silk to reach the Ice Wolf General’s shoulder. The sound wasn’t loud, even slightly distorted, like an echo through an old line.

But the Ice Wolf General heard it.

Her azure blue eyes slightly moved, but she didn’t immediately answer. Nanoe didn’t need her to answer.

"I know you understand my words, so I won’t waste time."

Nanoe’s voice was very soft, but each word was sharp.

"You’ve lost."

The Ice Wolf General coldly looked toward the door of room 2705. The spider silk on her body trembled slightly, as if she still wanted to resist once more.

Nanoe saw that scene through the screen, the smile on her lips deepening.

"Don’t be angry. I’m not saying this to insult you. A general should be lucid enough to recognize the situation on the battlefield."

She slowly continued, her voice still as gentle as if comforting an old friend.

"Your body is bound. Your cold aura is sealed. The poison is corroding your life. Your army still exists, but they cannot save you."

Nanoe slightly tilted her head. The thin towel on her body shifted gently, exposing the soft curves beneath. Her voice was still tender, even carrying a hint of fake pity.

"You are no longer a Boss, nor a general commanding the battlefield."

"You are merely a prisoner."

The Ice Wolf General finally opened her mouth. Her voice was ice-cold, slightly hoarse from her wounds.

"Kill me."

Just two words.

No begging, no fear, no negotiation either.