Twenty minutes later.
“Glasses Guy” stood in the center of Dorm 106, his face pale purple, satisfied with his handiwork.
The black-rimmed glasses on his nose were already shattered, covered in dust and grease; his right arm was bent backward at an impossible angle, clearly snapped clean off.
Obviously, this body had suffered violent struggle and impact before death.
On the floor lay three new bodies in various poses.
Some faced down, others had their legs twisted, as if they had collapsed mid-stride while trying to flee.
“Glasses Guy” let out a long, comfortable sigh.
White mist instantly enveloped these bodies, and they almost immediately stood up in eerie postures, as if invisible strings were jerking their limp limbs and waists.
A few seconds later.
The room full of “people” stared at each other, then all spoke in unison with a shared sigh.
“Ah, now this is right.”
“This is the real me!”
“Xing Chong” cleared his throat: “I was the first, so let me be the boss.”
He looked up at the grimy ceiling, a stiff smile cracking his lips.
“Too bad, bodies frozen to death are just terrible for making expressions.”
“Broadcast, are you there?”
The female voice sounded promptly.
“Hello, horror creature. May I ask what you need?”
“Xing Chong” twisted his neck.
“I have a special form. I want to apply for the night game on the floor where the Hunter is.”
His tone was polite: “Is that allowed?”
The female voice paused for two seconds.
Then, it replied mechanically, “Allowed, dear horror creature!”
“Tonight’s night game will begin in 4 hours and 20 minutes. There will be one game for every six floors, 18 games in total.”
“Xing Chong” laughed, his frostbitten voice a bit hoarse.
“Six floors?”
He turned to the “people” standing in the room.
“How many of us here look like living people?”
Several “players” obediently raised their hands.
“One, two, three, four... eight total!”
“Eight people, one per floor, can cover eight floors!”
The female voice chimed in appropriately, “Eight floors!”
“Xing Chong” didn’t respond.
The female voice quickly adjusted, shifting back to a cheerful, light tone.
“Okay, dear horror creature.”
“Please note that because the night game on the Hunter’s floor is special, you’ll need to cooperate with other horror creatures.”
“Xing Chong” cracked a satisfied smile.
Cooperating with other horror creatures—that was exactly what he wanted.
These bodies were all too weak; going up against that Hunter alone was completely unrealistic.
But pretending to be normal players, causing confusion, and letting stronger horror creatures take the lead? That was a whole different story.
Everything would be much easier!
“I’ll explain my intentions,” he said coldly.
The female voice paused subtly, then continued mechanically.
“The broadcast cannot directly tell you the specific floor change commands; that’s the Office’s job.”
“However, the floors you need to head to are 40 to 46.”
“This game does not provide any transportation besides floor change passwords, including elevators and lifts.”
“Please proceed promptly to the main entrance, use the horror creature safety passage, and arrive at the designated floors on time.”
“Repeat, please...”
“Got it!” “Xing Chong” cut it off irritably. “So wordy!”
The female voice corrected, “Who could be as wordy as eight mouths?”
“Xing Chong” looked at his eight puppets, wanted to curse more, but the female voice had already vanished.
He smoothed his hair, and the eight bodies swayed unsteadily, marching out in orderly fashion.
“Xing Chong” and “Glasses Guy” looked too gruesome and too obvious dead.
Better leave these two bodies behind.
...
Tap, tap.
Warm darkness enveloped Zhu Yan’s mind.
He reluctantly shifted his sleeping position, drowsily and groggily continuing to sleep.
Tap, tap.
It sounded like someone walking...
Was there a leak somewhere, water dripping down?
Zhu Yan thought hazily, unclear images flickering through his mind like a lantern show.
He still wanted to sleep.
Anyway, that sound still seemed far away; he could sleep a bit more.
Zhu Yan stubbornly kept his eyes closed, dozing for a few more minutes.
Tap, tap.
This time, the sound was quite close.
But it didn’t matter—the 14th-level door would hold.
Zhu Yan thought drowsily, pulling the blanket over his head.
Tap, tap.
The sound seemed right outside the door.
It was like the click of leather-soled shoes on cement.
It sounded as if someone had walked all the way here and stopped at their dorm door.
“Stupid horror creature,” Zhu Yan muttered blearily. “I need to sleep.”
Tap, tap.
The sound came again, but this time it faded away, obviously leaving.
Good, great, he could keep sleeping.
Zhu Yan thought hazily.
But soon—maybe a dozen seconds later—a vague, sobbing cry completely woke him up!
“Someone save me!” It was a girl’s voice.
She must have been crying loudly, because despite the door’s excellent soundproofing, Zhu Yan could still barely make out what she said.
“Someone save me, I really need help! I need it!”
Bang bang bang bang!
It was a frantic, violent pounding on the door, mixing with the girl’s cries, eerily piercing the silence of the night—the corridor in this copy.
“A horror creature keeps following me! Help! Please!”
The girl sobbed uncontrollably, the pounding moving from near to far, never-ending.
This person seemed to have no set target, just knocking on every door she could in sheer panic.
“Help! Help me!”
In the darkness, the rustle of a blanket being thrown aside sounded.
“Is that a horror creature? Hey, anyone awake?”
That was Xu Tongguang’s voice.
The light switched on, and Qin Yang’s tone was already trembling.
“I can hear it a little, the door blocks too much noise. Get up, big shots, the game seems to have started.”
“Been awake for a while,” Yang Zhanbai said calmly. “I made a group, and it’s already blowing up. Zhu Zeyu, stop sleeping.”
Damn it.
Zhu Yan wore a pained expression.
Qi Yinming said, “I’m awake too. What about Chen Zhaoxing?”
“Making a pink cockroach,” Xu Tongguang replied, sounding resigned.
Zhu Yan had no choice but to prop himself up on his bed, pull out his phone, and check the “already blowing up” group messages Yang Zhanbai mentioned.
Looking at it, he found Yang Zhanbai had added him to a group called “43rd Floor Survivors” thirty minutes ago, which already had over a hundred members.
Right now, the group was indeed buzzing.
“Sounds like a girl. Guys, can we open this door?”
“Trolls stay away. If you’ve survived this long, you should know whether this door opens.”
"From now on, I will designate the night game as having begun."
"By the way, before this girl showed up, did any of you hear strange footsteps?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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