Transmigrated as the Cuck.... WTF!!!

The labyrinth was a place of nightmares—its walls towering and hewn from ancient, jagged stone, slick with moss and age. A choking scent of blood and rot clung to the stale air, heavy and oppressive. The faint metallic tang of flesh hung so thick, it coated the tongue like ash.

Patches of blood painted the walls in grotesque splatters, some still fresh enough to drip down slowly, crawling like tears down a corpse's cheek.

Everything was still. Still and silent.

Too silent.

Like a predator's den, waiting for movement. Waiting to strike.

In that suffocating quiet, dozens of dog-sized rats crept through the maze-like structure. Their fur was matted, their eyes sunken and red. They were no ordinary vermin—mutated, starved, vicious creatures, their hunger evident in the way they sniffed the air.

A cluster of five huddled near a broken corner where the light didn't reach, ears twitching, claws scraping faintly against stone.

Then—

BAM!

The wall beside them exploded into a rain of shattered brick and pulverized debris.

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A burst of dust and fragments clouded the corner, and from within it emerged a figure, a blur of motion and violence—Cassius.