Chapter 69: Who Says This Isn

【Nightmare-Level Team Dungeon Matched】

【Welcome to the Marie Cruise】

【Dungeon Name — Masquerade Ball】

【Dungeon Participants: 7】

【Dungeon Description: This is a cruise legendary even among the upper class, hosting a premier ball annually. Invitees range from renowned authors and financial tycoons to international socialites and noble daughters—all elite figures at the pinnacle of their fields vie for a spot.】

【The cruise has many rules; those who break them vanish from the outside world forever. Today, you have been invited here to accomplish an unprecedented feat!】

【Main Quest: Replace the ball’s organizer and become the new owner of the cruise (Truth’s Vision has been warped)】

【Side Quest 1: Gain Marie’s favor】

【Side Quest 2: Uncover the truth behind the galley】

【Side Quest 3: Clarify the identity you represent】

【Clearing Reward: 5,000 Misfortune Coins, one Epic-tier item, one chance to draw from the Ten Thousand Treasures Auction Warehouse, one opportunity for an audience】

【Hidden Reward — Condition Unknown】

【May you find your own death】

As the prompt tone and interface vanished, Wu Wang’s surroundings shifted from the deep blue sea to a gilded, opulent room.

The room was vast, nearly equal to a five-star hotel’s presidential suite, its decor exquisitely luxurious—even the carpet was of the premium royal-grade imported variety.

The oil paintings on the walls included several pieces that should have been displayed in museums.

They did not appear to be forgeries.

“Tsk tsk, the stench of the upper class is overwhelming,” Wu Wang muttered, casually picking up a blue-and-white porcelain piece nearby.

It was genuine—and of exceptional quality.

Outside, it could fetch at least a million.

Yet it was just placed here in a guest room.

Utterly inhumanly rich.

Probably every room holds similar treasures.

He had devoted considerable effort to antique appraisal; once, he’d nearly been blacklisted by the antiques market.

Because after entering the market under a false identity, he always slipped notes reading “I’m a fake” into the interiors of counterfeit antiques already prepared for sale.

The value of the deals he ruined was enough for the market’s owner to hire assassins.

What followed was not for outsiders to know.

In short, the outcome six months later was—

His false identity was also blacklisted by the dark web assassins.

No one was willing to take the contract.

To this day, that false identity still hangs on the dark web bounty list, with a note appended: 【Failed 48 times】—a deterrent to all.

Knock knock—

Before Wu Wang finished inspecting the room, a knock came at the door.

Through the peephole, he saw a petite girl in a qipao, with white-dyed hair, wearing a delicate fox mask.

Behind her stood five others, all dressed in formal attire and wearing different masks.

Including the fox girl, there were three men and three women.

They must be the players of this dungeon.

Wu Wang lightly touched the [Oceanus Brooch].

His clothing and mask began to transform.

Moments later, he opened the door.

“Hello everyone! Please come in!”

Wu Wang greeted the visitors with fiery enthusiasm.

He even stepped aside half his body to invite them into his room for a meeting—players always needed to confer before the dungeon began.

Especially since he needed to know their main quest.

After all, his own main quest had been warped by the Abyss God.

Everyone was stunned by his enthusiasm.

One man wearing a bat mask with a mustache couldn’t help but say: “Bro… how the hell did you even get into this dungeon dressed like that? Is the dress code really that broad?”

Others nodded in confusion.

Wu Wang looked down at himself.

Nothing seemed wrong.

He replied: “Isn’t this a masquerade ball? Why isn’t Kamen Rider considered a mask? And correction—it’s fuchsia!”

At that moment, he was fully clad in Kamen Rider Diend’s outfit.

The barcode-like mask completely enveloped his head; without speaking, you couldn’t even tell his gender!

After a moment of awkward silence,

they reluctantly entered the Kamen Rider’s room.

They did need to meet.

Especially now that they’d realized one teammate was mentally unstable—it made the meeting even more necessary.

At least they needed to confirm the others weren’t insane too.

Wu Wang sized up the others.

The three men were: a middle-aged man with a gray wolf mask, a sleazy man with a bat mask, and a flamboyant weirdo with a thorn mask.

The gray wolf elder looked composed, standing upright in a Zhongshan suit, his expression unchanged throughout;

The bat-sleazy man wore a light blue formal suit that felt frivolous, his eyes constantly sneaking glances at the female players;

the thorn-flamboyant was equally greasy; his mustache tried to appear gentlemanly, but paired with his bright red suit and overly oiled, glossy pompadour, it was utterly unbearable.

The female players, however, were all refined and elegant.

Their masks were fox, black cat, and rose.

The fox girl was a cold, white qipao-wearing loli, seemingly taciturn and perpetually expressionless;

the black cat lady wore a flowing evening gown, exuding grace and dignity, her face lit with a faint smile—she carried the aura of a wealthy heiress;

the rose lady was breathtaking: her black deep-V backless evening gown, with a slit rising halfway up her thigh, revealed tantalizing glimpses with every step—clearly a socialite accustomed to high-society galas and utterly unflappable.

“Bro, you’ve been narrating everyone’s appearance nonstop since we walked in,” the bat man gritted out. “But why the massive double standard in your descriptions?!”

“One guy’s sleazy, one’s flamboyant—and you lavish praise on the women! And I’m not even staring at them! Don’t force me to fight you right here!”

Others looked uneasy.

The Kamen Rider spoke too fast—they hadn’t been able to interject a word.

Only the rose lady, grinning widely, gazed at Wu Wang with her seductive eyes and teased: “I actually like this kid—he’s funny. Want to come to my room later and discuss the dungeon plot?”

I hope you’re really just talking about the plot!

Not planning some uncensored subplot!

Wu Wang shrugged indifferently.

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Nightmare-level dungeons look tense, don’t they?”

“Gray Wolf Elder, your face is frozen stiff. Bat Sleazy, stop trying to relieve stress with that milk-white powder. Flamboyant Guy, stop touching your mustache—you’ve pulled out two hairs already, doesn’t it hurt?”

“I won’t name the ladies, but White-Haired Loli, even if you’re nervous, stop stabbing my carpet with your heels. This thing’s expensive—I plan to take it back to reality. Break it, and I’ll sue you for millions!”

The moment he finished, the room fell into dead silence.

Even the rose lady, who’d just teased him, now had a chilling glint in her eyes; those he’d singled out stiffened, adopting defensive postures.

They’d only been in the room for less than two minutes!

Instantly, everyone tagged this seemingly most irrational guy with a label: razor-sharp observer, dangerous individual!

Dealing with him required extreme caution—any slip could be exploited.

Turns out, he wasn’t quite as brain-dead as he seemed.

“By the way, I have a serious question about this dungeon,” Wu Wang suddenly said, his tone turning grave.

Finally, back to business.

Everyone wanted to hear his insight on the dungeon.

Especially the main quest—it seemed too simple, almost suspiciously easy for a nightmare-level dungeon.

But exceptions existed.

The bat man rolled his eyes and interrupted: “If you’re asking why the main quest only requires finding a partner to dance with on the final day, then don’t bother—we don’t get the difficulty either.”

He didn’t want to waste time on this.

But Wu Wang shook his head.

In a tone of utter contempt, he asked: “Do any of you know how to dance the ballroom waltz?”

“This is a ball! If you can’t dance, why are you here? To sneak aboard and scavenge free meals? Especially you, Batman—your bowlegs will definitely step on your partner’s feet. Ladies, be careful who you pick.”

The room fell silent again.

Everyone suddenly felt they needed to retract their earlier assessment.

This guy really was mentally off.

His focus was on dancing.

And he actually said “scavenge free meals”?

Fuck, do you think we wanted to get on this ship?

Who in their right mind would come to a nightmare-level dungeon to scavenge for food and drink!

As everyone’s expressions varied, their eyes involuntarily turned to Wu Wang and the Bat Man, especially his legs.

Sss… he does seem to have bowlegs.