Chapter 185: Entering the Second Layer of Black Hollow Dungeon
(Samuel's POV)
The silence in the dungeon was thick, broken only by the faint crackling of residual abyssal energy left from our battle. The first layer was conquered, the Abyssal Tyrant erased. But we weren't here to sit around reminiscing about shitty pasts and even shittier people.
I pushed myself up, my body still aching but my will stronger than ever.
Henry raised an eyebrow as I stretched, rolling my shoulders before turning to him.
"Alright," I said, my voice sharp with renewed focus. "Let's get moving. Second layer. We didn't come here to sit around talking about the shit novels written by shit authors."
Henry let out a low chuckle, shaking his head as he stood up beside me.
"Damn, you're still salty about transmigrating into a trash novel?" he smirked.
I snorted, cracking my knuckles as my Abyssal Gauntlets pulsed with power once more.
"Henry, I got thrown into a trashy novel where the original protagonist was a broken man being played by a bitch. Meanwhile, you got dropped into the final Chapter of a different garbage story where the protagonist had already lost everything. So yeah, excuse me if I still think this was some cosmic-level bullshit."
Henry chuckled, grabbing his Sword of the First Dawn as golden energy flickered around him again.
"Fair enough," he admitted. "But hey, at least we're rewriting the ending."