Chapter 369
Chapter 369 of "All MILFs are Mine" opens introducing the plot: Leon placed the journal back into his inventory and stood up, his gaze hardening as... Continue exploring!
Leon placed the journal back into his inventory and stood up, his gaze hardening as he looked down at the white expanse below.
"Master... are you going back in?" Dusk asked, his voice laced with confusion.
"Yes... I need to find something," Leon replied with a neutral expression.
He then took in a massive, lung-expanding breath, centered his mind, and leaped back into the white abyss.
"HUP..."
*THUD*
The moment his boots hit the stone floor inside the room, his body reacted. The familiar, prickling sensation of his passive skill took over his eyes.
His pupils elongated into vertical slits, the golden irises flaring as his vision pierced through the heavy white shroud. The room, previously a wall of static white, began to reveal its skeletal structure once more.
"Well, would you look at that? Whoâs back... Oh, itâs that human whose words hold no value," the mistâs voice drifted through the air, vibrating with a mocking edge.
"Donât be so sad, darling... You arenât the only bitch that I lied to today. Or yesterday, I donât know, I donât really have a grip on time right now," Leon replied. His voice was muffled behind his sealed lips, but his tone remained flatly neutral as his eyes darted across the ceiling.
"I didnât know humans were such lowly creatures, lying for their own benefit," she hissed, her tone shifting toward annoyance.
"They are the lowest of the low, Luv. Lying is like the first wrong thing they do after being born," Leon countered. Suddenly, his eyes locked onto a faint, emerald luminescence.
High atop one of the six massive pillars supporting the vaulted ceiling, a small green glow pulsed rhythmically.
"The third crystal... How the hell did you even put it up there?" Leon asked, a sharp, cold smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"Hey... Thatâs not yours to take," the mist warned, her form swirling aggressively around the pillar.
"Thatâs not yours to keep, either."
Leon didnât hesitate. He coiled his muscles, sinking into a low crouch before exploding upward with the full power of his mana-strengthened legs.
He soared into the air, reaching for the pillar, but despite the enhancement, gravity claimed him before he could cover even a quarter of the vertical distance.
*Thud.*
"Fuck it," Leon spat as he landed back on the floor, the impact vibrating through his shins.
"Hahahaha... What a failure you are! Couldnât even jump properly," the mist cackled, her voice echoing off the walls. "Did your parents tell you that you are nothing but a disappointment to them?"
"They did. They also said not to listen to a fucking white bong cloud. I need more momentum..." Leon ignored the taunts, his mind working through the physics of the room.
He turned and started running back toward the exit of the chamber.
"Where are you running to now?" the mist asked, her voice tinged with genuine confusion.
Leon didnât answer. He stepped out onto the clear stairs, took a fresh, deep lungful of air to reset his internal clock, and assumed a professional sprinterâs starting stance.
âAll this running around is making me burn through my oxygen faster than I thought,â he reflected, his heart hammering against his ribs.
âBut I need that crystal to reach the seventh floor. I canât spend the rest of my life in this stupid place. I have both quest items, getting out as fast as possible is the only wise move. I canât even find the door to the third floor anyway.â
"Here goes..." Leon erupted into a sprint, his boots thundering against the stone.
*Step-Step-Step-Step-Step-Step-Step.*
He hit the threshold of the mist-filled room at full tilt, his momentum building until he felt like a projectile.
"Where are you going ?" the mist shrieked, manifesting a ghostly face directly in his path. Leon didnât flinch, he tore straight through the spectral image, the white vapor parting around his frame.
âWait... Where am I going?â The thought struck him mid-stride. He skidded to a halt, his boots screeching against the floor as a far more efficient idea sparked in his mind.
*SCREAACH*
"Hmm...?" The mist hovered nearby, her "face" twisted in a look of bewilderment.
âWhat the hell am I running for? When I can just do this...â
"Threads."
With a flick of his wrist, invisible strings of mana lashed out from his fingertips. They snaked through the air, climbing the pillar with supernatural speed until they reached the glowing emerald.
The threads coiled around the crystal like a viper. With a sharp, practiced jerk, Leon ripped the stone from its perch.
*Catch*
He snatched the falling crystal out of the air. It was heavy, its facets obscured by a thick layer of ancient dust.
"You know, itâs not a good thing to steal someone elseâs property," the mist spoke, her voice dropping back to a neutral, chilling calm.
*Fuuuu.*
Leon blew a sharp puff of air, clearing the grime from the surface before using his skill.
âWait...â Leonâs eyes narrowed. âIf these only drop when killing monsters on a specific floor, how did Oder have a crystal bound to this floor while he on the 8th floor ? Only the mist lives here. How did he get a checkpoint for a floor where there are no monsters.â He pushed the inconsistency aside for now. There was no time for a history lesson.
"Well... What are you going to do now? Go to the 8th floor?" the mist asked.
"Yes," Leon grunted, turning toward the exit without a second glance.
"Wait... I will make a deal with you," the mistâs voice suddenly changed. It was no longer mocking or annoyed, it was desperate.
"If this deal includes any part where I am supposed to breathe you in, then I am already out," Leon said, his pace never slackening.
"No... Itâs not that. I want you to take me with you."
"What?" Leon stopped dead. He turned back, his expression one of pure confusion.