477: Chapter 477 seems to have succeeded, but it also seems to have failed.

Galio's massive body froze in place, then collapsed with a boom, turning into a sky full of ice crystals.

The violent energy lost control and surged wildly in all directions.

Boom—!

A massive explosion rang out from the back of the plaza.

A thick ice wall was completely shattered by the violent energy, revealing a dark, gloomy passage leading deep underground.

The Real maintained his sword-raised posture, staring blankly at the BOSS that had turned into ice crystals, then looked back at Chen You, who was slowly sheathing his sword.

"I... I haven't even swung my blade yet..." He muttered to himself.

Chen You walked up and patted his shoulder.

"Well done. Without your perfect recitation, I wouldn't have been able to one-shot him."

The Real immediately regained his confidence and smugly flipped his hair.

"Of course."

"With my recitation skills, combined with the invisible aura pressure I exerted earlier, I scared the BOSS out of his wits."

"You just picked up a free kill."

Chen You nodded: "Right. You deserve the greatest credit."

"Let's go. The passage is open, and the hidden loot is inside."

Chen You led the way toward the dark passage.

The Real hurriedly followed.

The passage was long, and the ice walls on both sides emitted a faint blue light.

The temperature kept dropping.

The two walked for about ten minutes until a massive circular hall appeared in front of them.

In the center of the hall stood a throne carved from pure, ten-thousand-year-old black ice.

The Frozen Throne.

Above the throne floated a crystal crown emitting a ghostly blue light.

Around the frozen crown, tiny snowflakes swirled faintly.

An extremely ancient, cold, and imposing aura emanated from the frozen crown.

The Real stared at the frozen crown, his eyes glazing over.

"Holy crap... these special effects... this is definitely an artifact!"

He swallowed hard and turned to look at Chen You.

"Big Boss, is... is this the hidden loot?"

Chen You stood where he was, watching the frozen crown with a calm gaze.

"That's right, the frozen crown." Chen You said in a flat tone, "Only the bravest and most fearless warrior is qualified to wear it."

"Put it on, and you will obtain the greatest treasure in this dungeon."

The Real's breathing grew rapid.

"Then... shall I go?" He asked tentatively.

Chen You took a step back and made a "please" gesture.

"Go ahead, it is what you deserve."

The Real was overjoyed.

He rushed toward the Frozen Throne without hesitation.

Watching The Real's impatient back, Chen You almost couldn't keep a straight face.

The sacrificial teammate is in position.

The hidden BOSS is about to make an appearance.

The Real rushed to the throne, his hands trembling as he reached toward the glowing frozen crown.

"Artifact... my artifact..."

He grabbed the frozen crown, held it high, and then slammed it onto his own head.

The next second.

The ghostly blue light surged instantly, swallowing The Real whole.

"Ah—!!!"

A shrill scream erupted from the light.

The ghostly blue light surged wildly in the center of the hall, and the cold air spread outward like an ice waterfall.

Chen You stood ten meters away, the yuhuang sword held horizontally across his chest.

Pure Yang spiritual energy circulated, dispelling the encroaching extreme cold.

He stared intently at the ball of light, ready to cast the Heaven-Breaking Sword Technique at any moment.

According to the script, the teammate is sacrificed, the BOSS descends, and a tough battle is likely to follow.

Inside the light, The Real's screaming came to an abrupt halt.

After a brief, dead silence, a burst of extremely arrogant, wild laughter pierced through the screen of light.

"Hahahaha! I feel filled with power!"

The light suddenly receded, turning into countless ice crystal fragments that drifted down.

Standing before the throne was a brand-new figure.

The Real's original tattered novice leather armor had vanished, replaced by a set of ferocious and heavy ten-thousand-year-old black ice heavy armor.

The ghostly blue frozen crown rested securely on his head, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

In his hand was a two-meter-long, translucent crystal broadsword.

Chen You stood stunned.

This script isn't right.

He looked up at The Real's head.

The original green player ID had vanished, replaced by a line of bright, piercing red text:

[Mutated · Frozen Throne Guardian (LV55 Lord)]

This guy has gone red-named.

But his own consciousness is still there?

He actually wasn't taken over by the system?

The Real turned around, his eyes beneath the helmet glowing with ghostly blue light.

He excitedly swung the crystal broadsword in his hand, creating a sharp, piercing whistling sound.

"Big Boss! Did you see that!" The Real's voice trembled with excitement, "Hidden reward! I changed class into a hidden class!"

"My panel stats have increased by a full fifty times! I am invincible!"

Chen You looked at his health bar, which was several million long, and fell silent.

This idiot hasn't even realized that he has become a dungeon monster.

"Big Boss, stand back!" The Real, inflated with pride to the extreme, raised his broadsword with one hand, violently reversed the blade, and slammed it into the black ice ground beneath his feet.

"Next, let me show you the exclusive skill of this hidden class!"

The broadsword pierced into the ice surface.

A visible blue shockwave centered on him blasted outward in all directions.

The hall shook violently.

Crack! Crack!

Dense cracking sounds came from deep underground.

On the massive platform in front of the throne, the indestructible layer of ice began to crack extensively.

Blinding white light shone through the cracks, accompanied by an overwhelming, terrifying pressure.

Chen You retreated quickly, putting some distance between them.

He backhanded a substitute talisman onto his body.

The situation has changed; survival comes first.

The ice surface collapsed completely.

A massive shadow broke through the deep abyss, accompanied by a sky full of ice and snow, and descended with a boom into the center of the hall.

The cold air turned into a violent hurricane that swept across the entire hall.

It was a Frost Dragon over thirty meters long.

Its entire body was covered in thick, pale white scales, with sharp icicles hanging from the edges of every scale.

On its ferocious dragon head, two thick ice horns pointed straight at the dome.

Its massive bone wings suddenly unfurled, almost blocking the view of the entire hall.

The Frost Dragon raised its head and let out a deafening roar.

The sound waves, carrying ice debris, struck the surrounding ice walls, shaking down large chunks of ice.

Chen You narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Cool! That's fucking cool!"

The Real's voice shattered the epic atmosphere of the Frost Dragon's entrance.

He stood before the throne, trembling with excitement, pointing at the massive behemoth and shouting: "This is my exclusive mount!"

"Big Boss, watch closely, today I'll show you a real Dragon Knight!"

After saying this, he grabbed the crystal broadsword and strode toward the Frost Dragon.

The Frost Dragon lowered its head, its massive vertical pupils locking onto the approaching The Real.

In those cold eyes, a trace of human-like astonishment flashed, followed immediately by undisguised disdain.

The Real rushed to the front of the Frost Dragon, his legs exerting sudden force.

Under the buff of fifty-times stats, he shot up like a cannonball, heading straight for the Frost Dragon's broad back.

"Brother Dragon! I'm coming!"

The Frost Dragon let out a low, cold snort.

It didn't even turn its head; it suddenly raised its massive right bone wing and slapped it heavily toward The Real in mid-air.

Bang!

A muffled sound.

The Real flew backward at twice the speed he came, smashing hard into the ice wall behind him.

A large crater was smashed into the hard ice wall.

The Real was embedded inside it, his limbs hanging limply, with his broadsword dropped to the side.