Transmigrated into a villain, I personally tore apart the shackles of fate.

Chapter 100 Joint Dungeon Exploration Completed

"Uh... my head..."

Irina opened her eyes and immediately felt a sharp pain. She felt her head throbbing violently, and her whole body ached terribly.

"Uh!"

She tried to move, but any movement was unbearable. Her limbs felt as heavy as if they were being pressed down by something.

Gradually, her vision began to clear, and she found herself lying on the snow, the cold seeping into her body through her clothes.

"Oh, right... the snowman." She murmured to herself, memories of the battle flooding back.

"you're awake?"

Just then, she heard a voice from beside her. It was the annoying voice of that guy she didn't want to have anything to do with.

"What?" she asked in a low voice, somewhat surprised, turning to look at the source of the voice.

"what? What?"

It was that annoying guy. Those cold, purple eyes were looking down at him from the rock he was sitting on.

"You... how did you get here?"

Despite the excruciating pain, Irina forced herself to sit up and assess her injuries.

Her limbs were covered in bruises and wounds, marks left by a violent attack. Her clothes were torn, and blood could be seen seeping through in several places.

That sudden attack and impact likely injured her both internally and externally.

"Can't you see?" he replied, pointing around. Countless wolves lay on the ground, each with arrows stuck in its body.

Irina's eyes widened, as if she had just realized something: "You did this?"

He didn't answer, but his calm and confident demeanor said it all. It was Morse, the guy she had always tried to avoid, the one she considered a jerk.

Even in her current pain and confusion, she still can't shake the unease she feels every time she's near this man. The rumors and stories she's heard still linger in her mind.

boom!

Just then, she felt the ground shake, followed by the sound of an explosion.

"The Yeti!" she cried, realizing the monster wasn't dead. If the monster wasn't dead, it meant Julia was also in danger.

"Uh......"

She tried to stand up, but the pain made it almost impossible for her to stand.

“Why don’t you go help?” she asked, looking at the jerk sitting leisurely on the rock.

“Even if I went there, I wouldn’t be of much help,” he simply shrugged in response.

'Ah... he's injured...'

Irina then looked at him more closely and noticed that his coat was covered in tears. His trousers, shirt, and other clothes were tattered, and some of the wounds were still bleeding.

She also sensed that his magic was almost exhausted. Being naturally very sensitive to magic, she could feel the lingering magic around her.

Clearly, a very dangerous battle has just taken place here.

"Also, there are some ferocious monsters that need to be dealt with."

"A raging monster?"

"I thought you'd noticed it a long time ago." His tone was sarcastic, as if he were mocking her. But his expression remained unchanged.

When she realized it, the snowman should have died after her attack. A fourth-tier monster couldn't possibly withstand her strongest blow.

"So, is it because of this?"

She also understood why the snow squirrel hadn't died back then.

"You're so slow to react."

"..." She was speechless, realizing she had no right to criticize him. In fact, what he did was the most crucial thing.

He knew he didn't have enough power to face the boss head-on. Even the arrow he shot at the lava dragon lizard wasn't enough to damage the snowman's skin.

Therefore, he didn't waste time trying to gain credit, but made the right choice: to stand beside himself and protect the team's true main force.

Not all students in the academy are able to make such a decision while others are striving for good results.

How could someone so meticulous do such a thing?

She asked herself this question. Considering his thoughtful demeanor, it was hard to imagine that he was the kind of person who would force others to do things.

But now is not the time to consider these issues. The more she sensed the tremor from the BOSS's side, the stronger her unease became.

"Uh!"

She stood up, ignoring the sharp pain in her ribs.

"Where are you going?" he asked, his gaze fixed on her tightly clasped hands.

"I need to go help."

"In your current state, how can you possibly be of any help?"

She felt very uncomfortable under his gaze, as if he were saying, "Are you stupid?"

"...It's better than sitting in the back..."

"...Indeed, that's what you would say."

Hearing him say that sent a chill down Irina's spine. She nearly tripped and fell as she tried to leave.

She wasn't in the right state to engage in another battle. But the determination in her eyes propelled her forward. Julia was there, and from her observation, the Yeti was forcing her back.

She is currently in a critical condition.

Whoosh!

"Take it."

Just then, a small bottle flew towards her.

boom!

She caught the bottle and saw the liquid inside.

'Intermediate-level potion? How does he have something like that?'

She knew perfectly well that Morse was an orphan. Intermediate potions were extremely rare and expensive for him. So when she saw the potion in her hand, her suspicions immediately arose.

“I won’t take anything you got with dirty money.” She frowned and threw the medicine bottle back.

What are you saying?

"Tsk... Don't play dumb."

When she frowned, Morse understood what she meant.

"...You're so stupid."

"Huh! What did you say!"

"You think your pride is more important than your friends, right?"

"..."

"Whether I got the potion with dirty money or not, does it matter? In your current situation, do you really have a choice?"

"……but……"

“That’s where your naivety lies… Listen, little princess… The world we live in isn’t always fair and just…” Morse’s voice was icy, his eyes reflecting a cruel reality. His tone was filled with obvious hatred, as if he were speaking to someone else.

"Sometimes, the paths that seem evil or dubious are the only options. Survival is not about adhering to moral standards, but about doing what you have to do to stay alive. Not everyone in this world has the privilege of luxury and justice."

His eyes showed a hint of sadness for a moment, but quickly returned to their coldness.

She could sense that he was sincere in his words, which confused her even more. What kind of life had this bastard lived to speak with such hatred?

What exactly happened in his past?

Just then, he threw the medicine over again.

Whoosh!

"Take this and go help Julia. Only you can deal with that monster now."

boom!

She caught the medicine again and looked at the clear liquid in the bottle.

"...I will repay this favor."

She said she was trying to hold onto the last bit of pride.

“This wasn’t free to begin with, and I will get the compensation I want.”

"Tsk."

Glug!

She drank the medicine, feeling increasingly agitated. She hadn't brought the medicine with her; she could only blame herself for being arrogant and thinking she wouldn't need it.

Now, she had no choice but to bow her head and beg this bastard for help, swallowing the words she wanted to say.

'I will never make the same mistake again next time.'

She made a vow in her heart and felt her strength gradually returning. Her magic had returned to its maximum, her wounds were healing, and now nothing could bind her anymore.

boom!

She unleashed her immense power and charged towards the monster's location.

......

The battle took a dramatic turn after Irina arrived.

The Yeti is a monster with high resistance to ice magic and cold, which also means that it has weak resistance to fire magic.

Thanks to this, the battle was over within minutes of Irina's arrival, and the students are now being evacuated by their instructors.

"Everyone, follow me. This dungeon will be closed for a while."

Since the dungeon wasn't functioning exactly as expected, it would be monitored for a period of time. Upon the arrival of the instructors, the rampaging monsters were immediately subdued, and the students were taken to the infirmary for examination.

"Sylvie, are you alright?" Mason asked, his eyes full of concern, as he approached her after the fierce battle with the snowman.

He made sure to protect her whenever danger approached during the battle, and Sylvie had come to regard him as a reliable friend.

Sylvie nodded, forcing a smile despite her lingering fear. "It's alright, thanks to your help. You all did a fantastic job in the battle."

Mason gave a shy smile. "Yes, we're a good team."

She nodded again, feeling the camaraderie with her teammates.

The relationship they developed during the battle was something she had never anticipated before entering the dungeon.

Julia approached, her face a mixture of relief and exhaustion. "We did it, everyone. Thank you for your hard work. Now go back and rest." Her clothes were tattered, indicating she was the most seriously injured.

Thanks to the timely treatment from the college staff, her wound has been bandaged. She still feels pain occasionally, but she is recovering quickly.

“However, without you, we might not have survived.” Julia turned to look at Irina, whose gaze was wandering.

“Yes…without Miss Irina, the situation could have been much worse,” Barry said gratefully. Their team had been trapped by the avalanche, but thanks to Irina’s power, they had been saved.

"Nothing," she muttered softly, her eyes still fixed on a certain spot. Julia followed her gaze.

Morse is talking to Professor Eleanor. No, strictly speaking, it's more like a one-sided interrogation.

“What are they saying?” Julia asked.

"Professor Eleanor called out to him as soon as she came in."

Is it that urgent?

"I don't know. But she seems very angry."

Everyone knew that Professor Eleanor would get angry every time Morse was mentioned, so they didn't pay much attention. However, the students in other classes didn't see it that way.

“I guess it’s because of those rumors,” Mason said, glancing at the two men.

"Perhaps."

"What rumors?" Sylvie asked. She didn't follow the campus forum, so she knew nothing about what was happening there.

"You didn't know?" Mason asked, feigning surprise. He saw an opportunity to further advance his goals.

“Well,” he continued, leaning closer to her as if to share a secret, “there are all sorts of rumors circulating about him lately. Some people say he’s a criminal, involved in all sorts of crimes, like theft, assault, and even more serious things.”

However, Sylvie's response completely surprised him. She didn't believe it; instead, she frowned. "No, that's impossible. Morse isn't that kind of person."

She defended him earnestly. To her, Morse could not possibly be a bad person.

Barry chimed in, trying to embellish the story, "You can't judge a person by their appearance alone; people can hide their true nature very well."

Julia looked at the group; her arrival ended the argument. "If you can't judge a person by their appearance, what makes you think you can judge them by rumors?" Her gaze fixed intently on Barry.

"I……"

"As hunters, we should not draw conclusions lightly without solid evidence. Rumors can cause great harm."

“You’re right.” In the end, Barry shut his mouth and said nothing in front of the Middleton family heir.

But Mason didn't give up on fabricating even darker stories. "Oh, and that's not all. The article also said he was a manipulator, a womanizer... The authorities have been investigating him for some time now."

Even so, Sylvie shook her head. "I don't believe in any of this."

She observed him from the beginning; if he were a criminal, she would see it in his emotions. If he were a womanizer, she would sense it in his desire.

However, aside from anger, sadness, and hatred, she had never seen these emotions in him. Therefore, she did not believe Morse was a criminal, and she was confident in her own abilities.