Victoria stood at the front of the line, her underwear pooled at her ankles. She stepped out of them with a light, airy grace, her naked body glowing under the hypnotic violet light of the hall. She was beaming, her amber eyes fixed on the pulsing, translucent maw of the Apex Processor as it descended toward her.
“Eat me, Master,” she whispered, her voice a melodic trill. “I am yours.”
The monster’s filaments—sticky, sweet-smelling threads—wrapped around her waist and throat. They felt like warm silk. The Processor opened its central cavity, revealing a swirling vortex of digestive enzymes that looked, to Victoria’s drugged mind, like a beautiful sunset.
As the monster lifted her off the ground, its cold, acidic saliva dripped onto her shoulder.
In that moment, the "Dream" met a "Physical Reality." The acid burned.
Normally, the hypnosis would have suppressed the pain, turning it into more "love." But Victoria’s body wasn't just flesh; it was a conduit for the fundamental force of the universe. For years, her mana had been trained to react to Physical Threat even if her conscious mind was asleep.
A deep, primal memory of Halden—his voice shouting her name during a training accident—echoed in the back of her skull. It was a jagged, ugly sound that didn't fit the "Master's" beautiful song.
“VICTORIA! STAND UP!”
The "Smile" on her face didn't fade—it shattered.
Her eyes snapped from a vacant amber to a blinding, electrical violet. The "Love" she felt for the monster was instantly replaced by a cold, black vacuum of fury. She didn't have her staff, and she didn't have her clothes, but she had the mass of the planet behind her.
"GRAVITY CRUSH!"
She didn't cast a spell; she simply willed the space around her to become solid. The filaments holding her didn't just break—they were vaporized by the sudden increase in pressure.
Victoria didn't fall. She hung in the air, her naked form radiating a violet aura so intense it began to crack the stone floor beneath her.
The "Hum" in the room turned into a screech of feedback. The other victims collapsed, clutching their heads as Victoria’s raw, unshielded mana overrode the monster’s frequency.
"You," Victoria rasped, her voice vibrating with enough power to make the monster's jelly-like flesh quiver. "You tried to make me smile while you ate me."
She raised her hand. The air in the chamber began to swirl into a dark, miniature star.
"I'm going to make sure the last thing you feel is the weight of every soul you've ever 'processed'."
She slammed her fist downward. The Apex Processor wasn't just hit; it was compressed. Its thousand eyes popped simultaneously as the gravitational force forced its massive body into a space the size of a coin.
The "Master" was gone.
Victoria landed softly on the stone floor, surrounded by the dazed, naked survivors who were finally waking up to the horror of their surroundings. She stood in the center of the graveyard of clothes, her body bare and her pride wounded, but her amber eyes burning with a fire that Floor 20 would never forget.
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