Chapter 240 alt

Lyssandra cleaned herself, the tendrils of goo removing every trace of sweat and cum. Then, with a flicker of her hand, she vanished from the room then reappeared in the deepest part of her domain - the dungeon core chamber.

"Something is telling me to go here," Lyssandra muttered under her breath, the words carrying mix of curiosity and dread. The dungeon core was not a place she visited casually. It had a habit of stealing her body and throwing her consciousness somewhere else.

Lyssandra opened her System interface. "Is it you?" she called out to the void behind the floating panels. No answer came. Not a sound, not a flicker or even a hint of intelligence.

Looking at the pulsing core in the middle of the chamber, she reached out her hand. It hummed with deep, resonant energy vibrating through her bones.

"Will it be like before?" Her voice trembled, barely a whisper. "Will I get shredded and transported to that weird place again?"

A beat of silence.

Then the distorted voice rang out inside her skull, reverberating like a strike on a broken bell. "yEs iT wIll…"

The words hit her like a hammer and she didn't even have time to pull her hand back. The sensation was immediate and horrific. It felt like her skin was being peeled away, layer upon layer, her nerves screaming with each stripping. Her consciousness was snuffed out, swallowed by a dark, howling void.

'AGAIN?!'

Vison returned slowly. Her head throbbed a dull, nauseating pain. Lyssandra opened her eyes and immediately groaned in frustration. She was inside the transparent dome again. The same impossible sphere of clear material surrounding, the same vast darkness beyond, studded with countless twinkling stars like an eternal night sky. She hated this place with a passion. Hated the vulnerability, the helplessness, the isolation of it.

"Shit," she cursed, rubbing the aching temples. "Here we go again." Her voice echoed softly against the curved walls of the dome.

She looked around the familiar, unwelcome space. Transparent prison, star-filled abyss. But there was one difference catching her attention immediately. The other version of her, the twisted wicked self that had tormented her before, was nowhere to be seen.

"Did she not come home?" Lyssandra murmured, frowning.

"lOoK doWn." The distorted voice rang out again, grinding against the inside of her skull like a knife on bone.

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