Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Close your eyes and silently count to 3600...

"One...two...three...fifty-nine...sixty..."

A minute passed, and everything remained quiet; nothing had happened.

Just when she thought this 'game' was simply a test of one's psychological endurance in a confined space, footsteps different from the boss's suddenly sounded in the corridor.

Snap...creak~~ Snap...creak~~

The sound of the floor being pressed was exceptionally loud, getting closer and closer! The owner of the footsteps was gradually approaching his room.

Click…click…click…

It's turning the doorknob!

However, after trying for a while without success, he left as if he had given up.

Just when Shia thought he wouldn't come back, the footsteps that had been walking away suddenly turned back, this time pounding on the door like a madman!

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

He also kept turning the doorknob!

The sudden noise startled Shia, who pulled the blanket up higher and only dared to peek out from under the blanket, staring intently at the door.

"Crash!!"

At that moment, someone drew back the curtains!

The streets were lush and green, as if the green light from burning human corpse oil shone into the houses...

She was clearly the only person in the room!

At the same time, the reflection in the full-length mirror in front of the window changed.

Logically speaking, as long as you don't move, the reflection in the mirror shouldn't move either, but it does change.

With the intention of gathering information, Shia looked in the mirror, only to witness an unbelievable scene that shocked her so much that her pupils dilated in shock—

The reflection in the mirror showed a strange smile, its face tinged with pale green, as it slowly got up, lifted the blanket... and crawled towards the mirror!

From Shia's perspective, her reflection in the mirror was taking steps as if her bones were dislocated, her head was turned 360 degrees, and she was on all fours, as if she was about to climb out of the mirror!

No matter how much people praise her for being clever and quick-witted, in the end, Xia is still just a girl who is not quite ten and a half years old, so naturally she will be afraid and apprehensive.

She dared not look again, immediately buried her head under the covers, covered her head with her hands, and trembled with fear.

"What...what are all these things...I want to go back..."

Even though she tucked herself completely into the blankets, the game still wouldn't let her go.

As soon as she closes her eyes, she sees the scene inside the room again:

The faceless man crawled out from under the bed, stood beside her, and drew back the curtains; his twisted and eerie self was knocking and gnawing at the mirror, making a grinding sound, trying to crawl out of the mirror and eat himself to death; in the hallway, outside the door, someone else was frantically trying to come in!

Was all of this an illusion?!

Even with her talent for illusion magic, she couldn't be sure, because it all looked too real and there wasn't a trace of magic in it!

It's impossible to determine... everything is unknown.

If you can see everything with your eyes closed, what about when you open them?

She opened her eyes to a pitch-black bed, but before she could even catch her breath, the faceless man, who had been standing idly by and always seemed to be breaking her last straw, ruthlessly ripped off her blanket.

Let her face everything completely!

She couldn't get up to take the blanket back, because that would be breaking the rules, and for the next half hour, she had no cover.

They are there when I open my eyes, and they are there when I close my eyes.

With a clanging sound, a hole appeared in the ceiling, and a long-decomposed female corpse hung down, as if she had committed suicide by hanging.

She shuddered.

At the same time, it seemed as if half of his body had already crawled out of the mirror.

A pair of hands, cold as if they had just come from an icebox, grabbed her ankle, which instantly turned into a bruise. There was also a force that gradually increased, as if it wanted to drag her into the mirror.

In her boundless terror, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of the woman's face.

She screamed in fright.

That familiar face belonged to her biological mother!

Although she knew that her biological mother had died long ago, it was impossible for her to have died here. However, the visual shock of that moment was enough to make her panic, because she had never even seen her biological mother, and her impression of her was only based on photos and paintings.

"boom!!"

At the same time, the door was kicked open, and a burly man walked in. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be her father, the current monarch of the Lionheart Empire!

The person she fears most and least wants to see.

Burton N. Augustus stormed onto the bed and grabbed Shea’s slender neck as if he could snap it in two!

"Sia! It's you! You killed your mother! I shouldn't have let you be born!"

"Atone! Atone! Atone with my death!"

Cough, cough...

Shea was being choked so hard she could hardly breathe, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Her feet were being dragged by her reflection in the mirror, her neck was being tightly gripped by her father, and her dead mother and the faceless figure beside the bed were turning towards her, like indifferent passersby.

Only then did she realize.

Fear, pain, suffocation, self-blame, despair... she had to experience all of these in one hour!

In the other rooms, everyone was experiencing similar difficulties.

In Edward's room—

Connor Rives gripped his neck tightly, roaring, "Why do I have such a stupid student like you? You're just making me look bad! Die! Die!"

"Uh...cough cough cough...T-Teacher...I won't do it again...I'll never...dare again..."

Argyle's room—

It was changed to a mixed doubles match between Carlos and Greta:

"As the eldest brother, why couldn't you protect your younger siblings?!"

"I gave birth to a useless child! What good are you?!"

"Waaaaah... Father, Mother... I've tried my best... I really tried my best..."

Rosa's room—

Sofia, who died a few years ago, was strangling Rosa with her hands covered in damp, rotten mud, pressing her tightly to the bed. Her once beautiful face was now covered in pieces of flesh, all of which fell onto Rosa's face.

"I should have aborted you long ago... Why... Why are you alive while I'm dead?!"

If this is the case for someone who is awake, it goes without saying that it is even more so for someone who is in a deep sleep. Domi didn't even see who was messing with him and felt suffocated in his dream.

However, unlike the others, Domi, relying on his body's instincts, drew his dagger and slit the throats of all the "people" as soon as he sensed danger to his life, without caring who was who.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was a ground covered with terrifying, severed tentacles.

"Is it these things that make me feel suffocated...?"

Just then, a figure appeared in front of the door; it was the innkeeper.

The eerie smile that had been on his face had now transformed into a terrifying, demonic aura.

"Pfft pfft pfft~ You unruly brat."

"I told you, breaking the rules can lead to very bad things."

As he spoke, countless tentacles, just like the ones from before, sprouted from the boss's back and rushed towards Domi with lightning speed.

But in Domi's eyes, these tentacles, which seemed fast, were as slow as snails. This boss's true strength was probably less than half that of the gravedigger, yet he was still using his home-field advantage to pull off these petty tricks.

He held the dagger level, took a deep breath... and in a split second severed all the tentacles in mid-air.

Without giving the boss any time to react, he used his hound's pace to teleport behind him and stabbed him in the heart with his bare hands, crushing his withered heart.

"You've lived long enough, haven't you? Let me see you off."

puff!

With a mouthful of old blood spitting out, the boss collapsed into his own pool of blood, completely lifeless.

Chapter 108, Section 107: The Poisonous Pig Soup is Here!

"Well, that's how it is..."

In Domi's room, everyone sat together, and he recounted the whole story.

After he killed the innkeeper, the strange phenomena in each room disappeared. In fact, those phenomena were a bunch of tentacles that were using the deep-seated fears in their hearts to kill them.

Even if they are physically strong enough to endure the hour the boss mentioned, it's impossible for them to actually escape; they're deliberately trying to kill them here.

"I'm sorry..." Shia lowered her head and said, "I listened to the boss's nonsense and made everyone give up the resistance."

"It's alright~ It's not your fault." Edward comforted her, "If I were you, I would probably follow the boss's 'rules' too. After all, anything can happen in this ancient tomb, right?"

The others echoed their agreement, which helped Shia overcome her guilt, though she was still a little embarrassed.

Seeing this scene of unity and mutual assistance, Domi nodded to himself.

In times of difficulty, we must work together and avoid infighting to survive.

Then, he suddenly remembered something and took out a glowing green pebble-like stone from his pocket:

"After killing the boss, I found this thing in his pocket. Does anyone know what it's for?"

Everyone shook their heads in unison.

"Maybe we'll need it in the future."

The "post-war discussion" ended there. The hotel was now a safe zone. After Domi and the others searched the place thoroughly, they found nothing. The hotel was useless except for being a place to sleep.

Their stomachs were already rumbling with hunger.