Chapter 46: Bloody Apartment 6

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In this world, Zhou Zhou did not start a live stream of the escape game. After all, the beginning was already so troublesome, and she didn't want anyone to witness the strange scenes of her as an adventure livestreamer.

“022, what time is it now?”

The girl got out of bed, her body sticky with sweat, making her feel uncomfortable.

022 System: [10:27.]

“So late already…”

Zhou Zhou’s ears flushed red. To be honest, she was a bit hungry and thought about ordering some takeout.

“My phone won’t turn on.”

Zhou Zhou sadly put down her phone and prepared to look for a charger.

Before Shen Wen turned off her phone, Zhou Zhou remembered there was about five percent battery left. After all this time, it should be dead now.

She rummaged through the drawer, searching the cluttered room for quite a while but couldn’t find the phone charger anywhere.

Zhou Zhou froze. What was going on? Was there no charger in the apartment rented by the original owner?

System: [The original owner just moved in today; it’s possible it got lost.]

Lost?

Zhou Zhou knew this was normal. The original owner was delicate and weak, and she had casually hired a moving company to bring her things over. Because she needed to prepare for streaming with so much equipment, it was inevitable that some items would be left behind.

The system’s voice was calm: [Stop looking. I’ll order takeout for you.]

“Alright…”

Zhou Zhou responded, a little surprised. “But the system has that kind of function?”

The system simply responded with a “hmm.”

In truth, it wasn’t quite like that.

For other players, the escape system could only announce mission progress. But facing such a fragile girl, 022 didn’t want to be so rigid.

The girl was just too soft and adorable. People like her would surely be bullied in the dungeon.

And it wanted to protect its foolish and delicate host as much as possible.

Just telling the time, ordering takeout, or even a bit more than that.

Like before, when it played songs for the girl, breaking the rules to give her clues.

Such permissions could be opened for her.

022, now skilled from doing these rule-breaking tasks for the first time, ordered the takeout and told the host it would arrive in about an hour.

“Okay.”

Zhou Zhou relaxed and prepared to take a shower.

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The bathroom was filled with the mist of the girl’s body, hazy yet alluring, faint shades of white and red.

A subtle, sweet fragrance imperceptible to humans drifted slowly into the corridor, where a faint flame began to flicker, winding between the walls. Countless undead demons stretched out their pale, withered finger bones, gripping tightly onto this wisp of sweet scent.

“So fragrant.”

So fragrant…

They looked human in features, stunningly beautiful, with black, hard horns on their heads. Their naked bodies were broad and tall, muscles tight and powerful, with lower limbs like cloven hooves, crawling slowly towards room 115.

Their mouths constantly swallowing saliva, following that faint aroma, seemingly able to smell tender, fragrant flesh and pure, sweet souls.

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This excited them completely. Their black horns trembled slightly, bodies agitated, revealing their disgusting nature. Their stomachs growled with hunger, yet a strange feeling surged within, unlike mere appetite.

“So fond of it… so fond…”

The demons sniffed the intoxicating sweetness, their pale, sharp fangs extending as they drooled over the girl inside the room. Before climbing the door, their devilishly handsome faces were full of intense desire.

They were truly terrifyingly beautiful and wicked monsters.

“Lowly trash.”

A cold voice sounded. The demons’ bodies were torn apart by a sudden, icy gale, emitting sharp, piercing screams inaudible to human ears.

“Ahhh—!”

“M-Master…”

The demons temporarily lost their bodies. Their tall, strong souls trembled and crawled on the ground, faces showing identical unease and fear.

Higher-ranked devils could suppress these low-level demons, especially these nightmare demons that fed solely on human desire.

As a lord-level devil, even a half-breed, Locke treated these lowly creatures with utter disdain.

He showed a cruel expression of contempt and indifference.

This group of lustful nightmare demons started to turn blue with rage again.

“M-Master…” The lead nightmare demon looked at the white-haired devil’s cold, ruthless face and lowered his voice, “Please forgive us…”

It was a very pleasant male voice.

With beautiful faces and enchanting voices, they always sneaked into girls’ dreams to indulge with them and draw power from their desires.

“But… we smelled a pure white soul and a sinful body.”

“Yes…” The other nightmare demons murmured in intoxicated voices, low and sticky, “So fragrant…”

“Such a contradictory aura…”

The leader’s voice was hoarse, “Innocent or guilty?”

He bowed his beautiful yet wicked head. “Perhaps room 115 is your judgment target.”

The nightmare demons spoke so much, but the white-haired handsome devil was completely unmoved. He did not want to hear these lowly trash babbling on—it was an insult to a devil lord.

Besides, 115 was precisely his target for judgment tonight… These damned pests didn’t know where they got the idea to come and provoke him at night, hoping to snatch his chosen prey.

“M-Master…?”

The nightmare demons trembled under the white-haired devil’s gloomy and cruel gaze, like being stared into the abyss, their souls uncontrollably shaking.

A blood-red hue spread over their dark souls. The nightmare demon shakily extended a trembling hand, “You may lower your head and smell… that sweet soul scent.”

Unfortunately, the scent had long been sucked dry by the greedy nightmare demons. Even what remained on their fingertips was overridden by their sulfurous, icy, and coarse smell. Only from very close could one perceive it.

Locke, standing in the corridor, didn’t sense any scent at all, nor could he actually stoop to sniff.

In fact, he thought the nightmare demons were just crazy with lust.

“Is that so?” Locke tore apart a nightmare demon’s soul casually, his tone weary and cold. “Then be gone quickly.”

The white-haired devil spread his black wings, his dim purple pupils disinterestedly resting on the door of room 115.

An utterly unpromising judgment.

He knocked on the door.

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Zhou Zhou had finished her shower and come out.

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During the day, it was not noticeable, but at night, the apartment was chillingly cold.

Wrapped in a bathrobe, she shivered as soon as she stepped out of the bathroom, hugging her arms. Her pink cheeks were misty with steam. Seeing this, the system turned on the air conditioning.

[Is 28 degrees okay?]

Zhou Zhou nodded obediently, “Mm-hmm. That’s fine, brother.”

The girl clutched her bathrobe; her snow-white arms lay bare, her neck and shoulders smooth and rosy. Her black, wet hair cascaded down like flowing ink at her waist.

Her stunningly beautiful face looked a bit sleepy. Just as Zhou Zhou was about to throw herself on the bed to rest, the door suddenly knocked.

The girl paused, a little puzzled.

The takeout? Already here so soon?

But she didn’t think much of it.

Delivery times weren’t fixed; maybe there were fewer orders today, so it came faster.

She thought.

Zhou Zhou casually put on a jacket and went to the door, her sharp eyes catching a streak of bright red.

W-What was that?

The red stain slowly seeped in from the crack outside the door.

Like writhing venom, it looked eerie and terrifying.

Zhou Zhou was stunned.

“022… did you… see that?”

Was it blood or a prank?

System: [I saw it.]

[Zhou Zhou… don’t open the door.] The system’s voice grew heavy. [The takeout hasn’t arrived at all.]

The takeout hadn’t arrived?

Her body trembled uncontrollably; her mind went blank.

Unstoppable fear crept in. If the takeout wasn’t here, then who was knocking?

Or rather, it wasn’t human at all.

The more she thought, the more frightened she became. Clutching her fingers tightly, she hurried back under the covers, trembling as she wrapped herself up.

“I-I’m so scared…”

And she wasn’t sure if it was her imagination, but even with the heater on, the room didn’t warm at all; in fact, it grew colder.

“Knock knock—”

“Knock knock knock—”

The knocking grew louder.

Each knock made Zhou Zhou’s body shudder.

She stared wide-eyed in the dark covers, suddenly recalling the dungeon’s content.

C-Could this be the dreaded knocking that foretells death in the dungeon?