Chapter 47: The Bloody Apartment 7

Feeling the faint, trembling breath coming from inside the room, as if consumed by absolute terror, the pale-haired demon thought nonchalantly: Just how long can this human last?

As long as she refused to open the door, evil spirits would invade tonight. The person inside would be driven to a mental breakdown by the spirits and inevitably commit suicide the next day out of a loss of control.

Of course, if she actually opened the door, her fate would be far more gruesome.

For she would be savagely torn to shreds by him, who stood waiting before the door, leaving not even a scrap of flesh behind.

The breathing from inside the room grew more and more unsteady, yet the person within still delayed in opening the door.

Lloyd made no preparations to wait any longer. Since the occupant had already heard the knock, death was merely a matter of time.

He only needed to wait for the early hours of the next day to harvest this sinful soul.

I wonder what sin the person inside has committed this time?

The demon’s jet-black wings folded in, revealing a trace of contemptuous, cold indifference.

He had already harvested countless souls in this apartment building: bloody and cruel murderers, swindlers who preyed on the wealth and affection of others, greedy traitors, weary slackers, and filthy lustful sinners.

Humans favored by the gods, walking upright and proudly upon the earth, sometimes harbored sins far heavier than those of demons.

Withdrawing his powerful grand demon aura, Lloyd walked toward his own room like an ordinary human. Dark desires surged in his heart as he recalled those wet, red eyes, shaped as exquisitely as flower petals, that he had seen in the live broadcast.

This human girl—she was truly so beautiful, so breathtakingly beautiful that it made him want to make her weep within his own domain.

Yet he did not walk very far.

For the demon caught sight of a delivery courier. With a gaze intensified by his wicked, beautiful purple pupils to a degree unattainable by human vision, Lloyd shot a look forward—and read the address on the delivery slip.

115.

A faint urge to smile touched the demon.

Well then, it seemed that the occupant of this room tonight was destined to die after all.

He cast a cold glance at the courier, and the man was instantly thrown into a daze, putting down the delivery with a blank mind.

Walking far away from the apartment, the man’s gaze suddenly cleared, and he stared blankly at his empty hands.

A flicker of doubt crossed his mind. Wait… had the delivery been made?

Why couldn’t he remember anything? Puzzled, the courier felt a sudden drop in the temperature outside the apartment. As a chilly gust of wind swept past, goosebumps broke out all over his skin.

A man bustling for a living had no time to ponder further. Glancing down at his phone for the address, the courier hurried off to his next delivery.

Let’s just continue working for now.

Meanwhile, with a subtle twitch of his fingertips, Lloyd transformed in the next second to match the attire of the delivery courier precisely.

A demon of formidable strength was practically omnipotent; simply changing an outfit was far too effortless.

"Your delivery has arrived." After a polite knock, the demon’s low, raspy voice sounded.

He wondered with amusement: Will this human open the door…?

After experiencing a series of terrifying events throughout the night, to have her door knocked upon once again.

Even if it was just a food delivery, if she possessed any intelligence at all, she would seal the door shut and refuse to open it.

Though it merely amounted to the difference between dying a little earlier or a little later.

Yet aren’t humans just pitifully struggling for that tiny scrap of remaining survival time?

Every time he witnessed human terror and struggle, the tearful and pitiful pleading for mercy, Lloyd found it immensely amusing.

In the excessively long life of a demon, such harmless, struggling attempts at survival by mere ants were precisely what he needed to bring him a sliver of amusement.

Hearing the sound of the latch unlatching, he lowered his eyelids with a hint of weariness.

Another fool.

Ah… weak and arrogant humans, thinking the danger has passed… opening the door just like that.

Until he laid eyes on the girl, Lloyd had been thinking precisely this.

Without a shred of hesitation, the demon reached out, ready to tear the person emerging from the room to pieces, only to freeze the instant his gaze brushed against the girl’s face.

The delivery bag almost dropped to the ground.

The girl possessed a face he had laid eyes on just this afternoon—one that was astonishingly, breathtakingly beautiful and familiar.

He stared blankly at the girl, his powerful, icy aura of deep-abyssal cruelty completely evaporating.

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"Could the thing outside… have left?"

Zhou Zhou crawled out from beneath the quilt. By now, the knocking had ceased, yet she still felt deep down that tonight wouldn't be nearly that simple.

System 022 had already told her that she was cast in the role of a cannon fodder fated to die today. Although she had narrowly escaped her destiny of being stabbed to death in the hallway… still—on the very first day of the instance, she was the first resident whose door the monster knocked on.

No matter what, she couldn't escape the fate of death.

Zhou Zhou gripped her fair, slender hands, her fingertips tinged with a trembling pink, so soft and delicate they practically invited a lingering kiss.

What, what should she do… Hiding under the blanket with a chaotic mind, she wondered if she should just try leaving the apartment building to see.

She was going to die either way if she stayed here.

Suddenly, "Knock, knock—"

The door was struck once more. Zhou Zhou’s body shuddered, her heart turning cold as she heard the courier’s voice from outside.

"—Your delivery has arrived."

Zhou Zhou froze, blinking as her voice trembled. { 022… Is this actually the real delivery this time?}

Upon receiving the system’s affirmative reply, Zhou Zhou let out a breath of relief. With trembling hands, she pushed the door open. A tall man wearing a mask and a cap was holding her delivery, one hand extended forward.

The man’s fingers were slender and fair, and his eyes were a faint shade of purple, their cold gaze tinged with a hint of shock.

Lowering her head, Zhou Zhou reached out to take the delivery, her voice soft and sweet, "Thank you."

Lloyd’s fingertips accidentally brushed against the girl’s, and that fragrant scent darted straight from his fingertips to his spine, making even his black wings twitch with an uncontrollable urge to unfurl.

The expression on the girl’s pretty face remained so soft and sweet, identical to the one in the live broadcast.

His gaze darkened.

The demon’s mind held no concept of a gradual romance game or playing hard-to-get.

The crude, brutal rules of the underworld, where the strong preyed upon the weak, taught them only plunder and possession.

Endlessly demanding, never truly satisfied, demons greedy to the point of cruelty would only ravage her until she wept bitterly.

Lloyd’s mind was flooded with filthy, foul thoughts. Behind the mask covering his pale lips and teeth, sharp shark-like fangs eagerly revealed themselves.

The demon’s pale, heavy throat kept bobbing, while strands of cool, silvery-white hair obscured the terrifying desire churning within his violet eyes.

Yet looking at the girl’s damp, delicately shaped flower-petal eyes—resembling a pitiful, fragile little white blossom stubbornly pushing its stem out from a crack in the underworld rock—

He merely rasped in a low, alluring voice, speaking with cold detachment, "You're welcome."