Chapter 11 Nightfall

The time is... 11:50 PM.

Li Ang sat upright in a chair in the living room, twirling the alchemy pen he had created in his hand.

Kafei, who lived on the tenth floor, was attacked abnormally as soon as curfew began and died inexplicably.

To this day, the players still don't know which taboo he violated to find out so quickly,

nor do they know whether the memo in his room was originally refreshed by the hotel or left behind or tampered with by the woman in red.

Kafei's death not only saddened his brother, Danfei, and his friend, Bob, but also made the other players feel a faint sense of dread.

In order to help everyone survive better, all the players agreed to use the paper and pen provided by Li Ang to record what happened in their respective rooms during curfew.

That way, even if they were attacked and killed by anomalies, the information they left behind could help other players.

With years of experience in pen spinning in class and physical qualities far beyond ordinary people, Li Ang spun the pen in his hand as fast as a helicopter propeller,

creating a slow, cool breeze in the stuffy, closed room.

"How boring."

Li Ang sighed, crossing his legs. This script mission forced the players to isolate themselves from each other, and Chai Da Xiaojie wasn't around either.

There wasn't even anyone to talk to.

He leaned back, balancing the chair on its two back legs, and looked up at the ceiling of the hotel room.

He had stayed in similar hotels before, when he took on private detective jobs online, collecting evidence of a customer's partner's infidelity.

Li Ang lurked in the hotel for two days and took enough photos.

The customer was heartbroken and desperate after seeing the evidence,

so Li Ang had to comfort him, saying that although his partner was having an affair, they still loved him deep down,

after all, his partner was going to the Holiday Inn.

Past memories flashed through his mind, and Li Ang sighed, muttering, "I wonder how everyone else is doing..."

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Room 0108, Ω's room, was filled with complex and numerous chemical experimental instruments.

An alcohol lamp with a skull logo emblazoned on it spewed green flames, scorching a beaker through a wire mesh, causing the scarlet liquid in the beaker to boil, bubble, and make a "glug, glug" sound.

The mist formed by the evaporation of the scarlet liquid was collected by an inverted glass funnel, guided through a rubber hose to another complex instrument device,

where it underwent a dozen steps such as compression, liquefaction, distillation, crystallization, drying, and melting,

and finally turned into small droplets of shimmering blue light, which dripped into the helmet holes of Ω, who was sitting on the ground.

This most mysterious player, whose details even the Special Affairs Bureau's intelligence analyst, Bai Haozheng, didn't know, was actually a member of the Demon Scientist Alliance.

Unlike the Plague Doctor, who was a marginal figure who joined later,

Ω was a member of the inner circle of the Demon Scientist Alliance. The technology he possessed could distill and liquefy the souls of living beings, turning them into a liquid composed of pure soul energy.

The energy concentration of this liquid was extremely high, equivalent to a super-strong magic potion without side effects.

Just a small sip was enough for a Lv15 mage-type player to go all out and cast spells continuously for an hour.

And Ω directly immersed his body in this magic potion all the time.

The continuous flow of magic strengthened his power, making him fascinated and intoxicated, enjoying the pleasure and comfort brought by power.

But at the same time, these soul magic potions were also eroding his body in a persistent and stable manner.

Even he himself didn't want to look at the face below the fish tank to see what terrifying appearance it had become.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Ω sat up from the ground and smoothed the top of the fishbowl helmet with a gloved hand, closing the hole in the top.

As long as he could survive, as long as he could continue to become stronger,

a human appearance was not important—would gods care about how mortals looked at them?

As long as he could, survive...

Tick, tock.

On the wall of the room, the clock's second hand rotated steadily.

There was one minute left until curfew.

Ω silently put away the chemical instruments in the room, took paper and pen from the living room table, and sat in a chair.

He was looking forward to what kind of test the hotel would give him.

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[Don't Look Up]

In room 0308, Liu Wudai took off the memo that suddenly appeared on the wall, observed it, and put it in her pocket.

The bowstring of the wooden short bow was drawn, and a narrow arrow that looked fragile, made of transparent crystal, was notched between her fingers.

She could sense that at the moment the memo refreshed, profound changes had taken place in some parts of room 0308.

The originally unremarkable ceiling seemed to have developed an invisible suction force, the light dimmed several times out of thin air, and Liu Wudai's perception of the surrounding environment was weakened to the extreme.

This feeling,

was like falling into a dark and lightless lake, the cold and suffocating pain of the lake water eroding her whole body, making her eager to swim to the surface and breathe the air freely.

Riiiip—

Above her head, the sound of paper tearing rang out,

A large clump of black stuff gushed out of the ceiling, hanging down, right in front of Liu Wudai's nose.

It was hair.

Black hair.

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Don't have, don't have...

On the eleventh floor, in room 1172, Danfei, holding a black obsidian axe, carefully searched the room.

The original room 1108 had been deemed unsafe by the players due to a dent in the floor, so Danfei moved from 1108 on the left side of the corridor to room 1172 on the other end of the corridor.

This room faced the elevator door on the right side of the corridor, so if an abnormal event occurred, he could still take the elevator to leave.

"Hoo..."

Danfei finally breathed a sigh of relief after searching the room carefully. He didn't find the memo.

Although the accommodation guide didn't specify the exact time the memo would refresh, judging from everyone's experience yesterday, it usually refreshed relatively early.

Maybe, he wouldn't encounter a memo tonight.

Danfei sat in the armchair, casually placing the heavy obsidian battle axe on his lap, and looked up at the beige ceiling.

During the day, players had different opinions about the cause of Kafei's death and had not reached a conclusion,

but Danfei vaguely felt that what the player named Li Risheng said might be right.

He violated the contents of the memo, first leaving his room, and then leaving Kafei who was saying goodbye to him, which led to his brother's death.

They clearly agreed to live together.

Danfei took a deep breath, and just as he was about to exhale, he felt some discomfort in his throat.

It was as if something was stuck.

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

Danfei's eyes widened suddenly, and he coughed violently.

He grabbed his neck with one hand, while the other hand reached into his mouth and groped hard.

Finally, two fingers touched something and slowly pulled it out of his throat.

It was a yellow memo covered in saliva.