Horror :The Cautious Titan

Trevor stood frozen, his face twisted in a mix of anger and humiliation. His clenched fists trembled at his sides, a storm of frustration brewing within him.

Across the screen, nearly 200,000 viewers were watching the moment unfold in real-time, their chat feeds exploding with frantic commentary.

> "Honestly, you can't even blame Trevor. Who would've thought Lucas, such a seemingly good guy, could be so... ghost-like!"

> "If Lucas weren't on their side, Natalie and Trevor would've dominated this round. The good guys never had a shot before him."

> "But can we really say who'll win now? Trevor used to top the rookie charts—don't count him out yet."

> "Exactly! Out of all the good guys here, maybe one in a hundred could stand toe-to-toe with Trevor. He's no joke."

> "Still, isn't this strength imbalance wild? Lucas flipped the script for the good guys. It's no longer a guaranteed win for the bad camp!"

Trevor exhaled slowly, his expression shifting from fury to a cold, calculating sneer. He now saw the truth—he had been played. Deceived. The numbers favored the good guys, and he had walked into their trap.

But instead of despair, his arrogance only deepened.

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[Player: Trevor]

[Life: 100 (At zero, player dies. Constant attention is advised.)]

[Physical Strength: 123 (You have surpassed ordinary human limits.)]

[Power: 95 (You could knock out a boxing champion with one punch.)]

[Luck: 23 (Life won't hand you miracles, but you've made it work.)]

[Brainpower: 79 (Sharp, but there's room to grow. Think more.)]

[Mental Strength: 81 (Your mind has suffered, but it's healing and powerful.)]

[Skill: None]

[Overall Attribute Rating: D+ (Expected to reach C- after dungeon clearance.)]

Trevor's inhuman physical stats gave him the confidence to dominate most players. And as he looked over the battlefield, his D+ rank was a badge of pride. It placed him above all except the true elites. That self-assurance had carried him through every trial in the dungeon until now.

"Lucas," he hissed, voice colder than ice, "I'll make you pay in blood."

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Marco immediately stepped in front of Lucas.

Lucas—who had been silently enduring suspicion and isolation—was finally revealed as a good guy. He had carried the burden alone just to increase his team's odds of winning. Marco, moved nearly to tears, felt it was time to protect the person who had protected them all.

"You're no match for him, Lucas. Let me handle this."

In his hand, Marco gripped his weapon.

[Item: Card]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: Unknown]

[Attributes: Unknown]

[Note: Everything lies in the turn of the card. Red means increased physical attack. Blue unlocks mental assaults. White? A curse on your luck.]

The card was nearly legendary—only the white side held it back. But Marco didn't hesitate. With a flick of his finger, he turned the card—

Red.

Jason and Daniel quickly ducked for cover. "When gods fight, don't get caught in the crossfire," Daniel muttered.

Trevor raised his palm. A faint blue glow shimmered in his hand.

"None of you are leaving this ship alive."

The light twisted and disappeared, revealing an object far more terrifying—a blue-black eyeball, over three times the size of a normal human eye. Just one glance left players reeling, dizzy and unbalanced.

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[Item: Eye of the Evil God]

[Type: Dungeon Artifact]

[Quality: Legendary]

[Attack Power: Unknown]

[Attributes: Unknown]

[Note: Recovered from 'The Land of the Fall.' The evil god was torn apart, but this eyeball remains. Though its power has diminished, direct contact still severely lowers mental value. If crushed, it affects everyone's mental state—except the owner.]

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Trevor had barely escaped with his life in the last dungeon. He'd obtained the Eye at a great cost. He knew using it would destroy it forever.

But this was the moment.

He squeezed.

Crack!

The eye shattered with a chilling sound.

"**You'll all rot here—**forever."

A pulse of invisible energy burst from his palm. The shockwave was immediate.

Tension collapsed like a rag doll. Daniel and Caleb tried to steady Jason, but their own bodies soon gave out.

Marco's knees buckled. The red card in his hand drifted down like a dying leaf.

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[Warning! Top-tier player contaminated. Mental value -15, -35... Approaching zero.]

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Viewers were stunned.

"That's a spiritual attack item—at a legendary level?!"

"Holy crap, if he used that on teammates in a non-dungeon match, they'd turn into NPC monsters!"

"He's unstoppable. Even one-on-one, there's no hope."

Then—silence.

Someone finally shouted, "Wait—look!"

The camera zoomed in on Lucas.

His panel properties were shifting.

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Lucas had recognized the Eye immediately. His instinct screamed—danger.

> [Threat Assessment: Eye of the Evil God — Unmeasurable Danger]

His mental stat plummeted:

108...

107...

106...

Psychic attacks like this were immune to his ability from [Captain's Door]. He couldn't escape in time.

Trevor crushed the eye.

> [Warning: Player Lucas Contaminated. Mental Value -15, -35, -70...]

It dropped to 9.

Then...

Still 9.

Still 9.

Lucas clutched his head. Pain lanced through his skull. Veins bulged across his forehead. His body shook as if possessed. And yet—he didn't fall.

"...It's over…" he whispered.

> [System Alert: Abnormal data detected. Re-evaluating Player Lucas.]

Again.

> [System Alert: Abnormal data detected...]

And again.

Then, it updated:

[Life: 100 → 2356]

[Stamina: 65 → 1196]

[Strength: 61 → 3111]

[Luck: 1]

[Brainpower: 91 → Evaluating]

[Mental Power: 9]

[Threat from Evil God's Eye: Nullified]

Lucas slowly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot, every capillary visible. A twisted smile formed on his lips, as if the pain had given birth to something darker, something unstoppable.

Trevor's bravado shattered. He staggered backward.

"His mental value... didn't reset?!"

Lucas's smile widened.

"It really is over..."

His trembling hand reached for the kitchen knife.

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The live stream—now peaking at 230,000 viewers—froze into a heavy silence.

The feed turned into a messy blur of pixelated mosaic. Only muffled static was heard.

Someone whispered:

> "...Oh my God…"

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