Author: 木尺素 / Mu Chisu
Translator: Kinky || https://kinkytranslations.com/
Chapter 90
At that very moment, inside the virtual game lobby.
The gamblers belonging exclusively to Zhou Qian seemed a bit stunned.
A moment later—
“Damn, I think he has a point!”
“Who is this gambler? He’s kind of awesome! Isn’t he here?”
“If he’s not watching here in the lobby, he must be one of those gamblers who’ve been following Qian Ge all along.”
After discussing among themselves, many sent these insights to Zhou Qian.
[I think he’s right. This is terrifying!]
[I agree. Also, hey Qian Ge, it’s our fault for not sending you any alerts earlier as your gamblers.]
[Mainly, we feel we aren’t worthy.]
[Yeah, it’s not that we don’t want to help. It’s just hard for us to keep up with your thought process!]
……
Messages flooded Zhou Qian like a snowstorm.
After glancing at a few, he didn’t seem to mind and just looked back at Bai Zhou beside him.
Bai Zhou, catching his gaze, seemed to pick up on something and asked, “What is it?”
“Nothing, just received some tips from my gamblers,” Zhou Qian replied. “Don’t you Rank God players have gamblers?”
“No,” Bai Zhou shook his head, then questioned Zhou Qian. “What did your gamblers say?”
“It’s nothing. Just things I’d already considered.”
Zhou Qian stared at Bai Zhou for a while, then smiled. “However, there is one gambler who’s been consistently helpful, occasionally sending useful tips my way.”
“Who?”
“Someone I know in reality. He takes care of me in the real world too. Sometimes I feel…” Zhou Qian whispered into Bai Zhou’s ear, “He’s a bit like you.”
Hearing this, Bai Zhou didn’t respond. His expression remained unchanged, but Zhou Qian could feel him gripping his hand tightly and noticed Bai Zhou’s jawline tighten subtly.
After a thoughtful look at Bai Zhou, Zhou Qian smiled again and turned his attention to He Xiaowei, who was bouncing over.
Once He Xiaowei reached Zhou Qian, he took a deep breath. “Damn, Qian’er, I finally saw a familiar face. I think I’m going to cry. Did you notice? This building is terrifying!
“I can’t get out, you know! No matter which floor I press, when I come out, it’s always the 11th floor.”
“Ah… isn’t this like the legendary ghost hitting the wall*?”
*Idiom referring to losing one’s way in a maze-like place and ending up back where one started (AKA going in circles).
Zhou Qian looked at him. “Is it? But I’ve been on the 11th floor this whole time, and I haven’t seen you.”
He Xiaowei responded, “That means there are countless 11th floors! Damn, what is this sorcery… Wuwuwu, and I keep seeing this man and woman. The guy’s pretty handsome, and the girl’s in a red dress. They seem to be acting out a scene.”
Ignoring his ramblings, Zhou Qian asked, “Where’s Hidden Blade?”
“I don’t know. We got separated!” He Xiaowei replied.
“How did you lose him?” Zhou Qian inquired.
He Xiaowei explained, “Soon after we got back to our room, I went to take a shower. When I came out, Hidden Blade was gone. I tried to contact him but found I couldn’t send messages, as if there was no signal.”
“Then I received a system notification for a compulsory task. I went to the hallway and saw an old woman who had fallen. She asked me to help her downstairs. So I did.
“When I came back via the elevator… everything was off. I even knocked on your door at 1107. No one was there!”
From He Xiaowei’s detailed account, it appeared that perhaps everyone was carrying out a compulsory system task. Regardless of the task’s specifics, everyone had one thing in common—they had all been to the first floor and, upon trying to return to their own rooms via the elevator, ended up in a lost space.
Zhou Qian pondered for a moment, intending to ask He Xiaowei for more details, when suddenly there was a commotion from the direction of room 1112.
Without hesitation, Zhou Qian, Bai Zhou, and He Xiaowei quickly approached room 1112 to investigate.
Then they heard a very familiar voice.
It was from the chubby Li Yuan.
From behind the door, he menacingly demanded, “Swear your loyalty to Satan!”
“I don’t know any Satan!”
An old, frail voice responded, “I…I don’t understand what you’re saying!”
Li Yuan: “You don’t need to understand. Just repeat after me, or I’ll kill you right now!”
Presumably under some form of torment, the elderly voice, unable to bear it any longer, coughed loudly a few times before weakly repeating the words, “Fine… I… I will worship Satan—be loyal to Satan!”
“Good! Now go to hell and meet him!”
As Li Yuan’s words fell, the sound of a blunt object striking echoed.
Soon after, the old voice was silenced.
Another murder had taken place right under everyone’s watch.
After this, Li Yuan didn’t immediately exit the room.
As Zhou Qian was speculating whether Li Yuan was drawing an inverted pentagram inside, the elevator door opened.
A man and a woman emerged.
The woman was an NPC that Zhou Qian hadn’t seen before. She appeared strong and athletic, with pronounced muscles—perhaps she was an athlete or something similar. Intimately holding onto her was the bald man, Xiong Fei.
As Xiong Fei walked, he conversed with her. “Do you think your grandma will really accept me?”
“Of course. No problem,” the woman replied.
“Alright then. I was a bit worried. By the way, you’ve been competing for so many days, aren’t you tired?” Xiong Fei asked.
The woman shrugged her shoulders, smiling at Xiong Fei. “Tired, yes. But if I hadn’t come to Blue Harbor City for the boxing match and stayed at the Saiya Hotel, I wouldn’t have bumped into you! It’s fate!”
As she said this, the woman approached the door of room 1112.
The sight of blood seeping out from beneath the door caught her eye, immediately alerting her that something was amiss.
In a panicked rush, she quickly swiped her card, opened the door, and burst inside.
“Grandma! Grandma, are you okay? Are you—”
Before she could finish, Li Yuan, who had been lying in wait inside, lunged out and quickly pulled a nylon bag over her head!
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