Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

"The person who single-handedly cleared an S-rank dungeon without joining any guild?"

"He's been missing for a long time, how come he's here?"

"I thought the number one player was just a legend, since no one had seen him go into a dungeon for a long time."

"At his level, he doesn't need to go through dungeons like we do. Our guild leader guessed before that he had reached the point where he could detach himself from horror games on his own."

"Then why doesn't he leave the horror game?"

"If you can crush all the ghosts in a horror game, what does it matter whether you return to reality or not? You might even feel more comfortable in the dungeon world."

"Aba aba, I can't even imagine the world of the big boss."

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Even after learning the identity of the mastermind, Liang Zaibing still couldn't swallow her anger.

Just because I can't handle you now doesn't mean I'll be suppressed by you forever. Just wait, one day!

Liang Zaibing gritted her teeth and postponed her revenge plan, focusing her attention back on the dungeon.

The butterfly display case was shredded to pieces in the spacetime turbulence just now, leaving only the base of the case.

Liang Zaibing glanced at the cabinet quickly and discovered a hidden compartment about 30 centimeters deep at the bottom, which was obviously hiding some important clues.

He bent down and reached for it, pulling out a blue-covered notebook. It wasn't the kind of notebook used in a laboratory; it looked more like a diary.

Liang Zaibing was just about to open it and look it up when her expression suddenly changed.

The family photo unexpectedly radiated an astonishing amount of energy, and it seems to be getting even stronger; the feeling is...

077!

The same thing happened last time; they suddenly appeared nearby. It seems that when they linger in key locations for too long, 077 will sense it, and then it's a life-or-death battle.

Damn it, is this the difficulty of a B-rank dungeon? Without a cursed item, there's no chance of survival.

But she has come at just the right time.

A fierce glint flashed in Liang Zaibing's eyes. Even if she didn't come, he would still have to go find her.

The electronic lock on the metal door beeped twice, and the door opened automatically.

077's face, mostly covered by protective clothing, was faintly visible in the darkness.

Her gaze swept across the room, searching for the restless little mouse.

The blue figure hiding behind the door leaped up swiftly from the blind spot before the door was fully opened, slipping out like a fish through the crack in the door beside 077.

In the instant they brushed past each other, 077 moved, reaching out from her protective suit to grab him, but failed, leaving only a deep, bone-revealing scar on his right arm.

At the same time, Liang Zaibing also used the dagger in his hand to cut a gash on the waist of the 077 protective suit.

"Detonate, now!"

His response was the sound of shattering glass piercing through the winding corridor, followed by a deafening roar and a burst of flames.

The entire corridor was once again engulfed in a fiery inferno.

mission completed.

All that's left is to figure out how to escape.

Despite the pain from her wounds, Liang Zaibing ran quickly toward the SH-04 laboratory.

Without the protective suit, 077 had long since reverted to a charred corpse. She let out a shriek and chased after the oblivious experimental subject with extreme rage.

He's just a lab rat, how dare he destroy my research institute!

Flames seeped in through the tears in the protective suit, stickily licking at Liang Zaibing's skin, burning away a piece of flesh in the blink of an eye.

But he no longer had any points left to buy a protective shield.

It's okay, he'll be back in the safe house in just 20 seconds.

But the intense pain clung to him like a leech, and cold sweat covered his forehead and back, only to be quickly dried by the heat, causing his pace to slow irresistibly.

077 caught up to him, falling just one step behind, and could pierce his heart with a single reach.

A slender, shadow-like boy appeared silently behind him, forcing 077 to stop in his tracks.

They remained locked in a stalemate when 077 roared menacingly, "Get out of my way!"

He didn't say anything during the National Day holiday, but he showed his attitude through his actions.

077's withered claws slashed fiercely at his face, but he managed to dodge her attack by leaning back slightly.

In the blink of an eye, the two ghosts exchanged dozens of blows at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

“I think you have more important things to do than chasing after him.”

Eleven's gaze drifted towards the spot behind her.

At the other end of the corridor, waves of crimson flames parted to reveal a young man with unusually pale skin.

His joints and neck were connected by rough sutures, his right eye socket was a hollow black hole, and there were surgical cuts all over his body.

He is a karmic retribution who crawled back from hell to settle his karmic debts.

077's face, which was hard to decipher, clearly showed a look of fear. She tried to escape, but was tripped up by clusters of flames and burned again.

The piercing screams lasted for a long time. This time, she didn't even leave behind a charred corpse, only a handful of scorched earth.

The young man completely ignored her and walked step by step in the direction Liang Zaibing had left.

Eleven blocked his way again.

This time, however, he couldn't hold on for long; his energy was depleted, and he had to return to the family photo.

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Liang Zaibing felt the flames gathering behind him, and the fire around him subsided considerably. He quickly seized the opportunity to run away as fast as he could.

Time flies, and SH-04 is just around the corner.

But suddenly he sensed Eleven's return, and he heard Eleven say—

Behind.

What comes next?

Liang Zaibing quickly turned his head away, but the sight that greeted him sent chills down his spine.

The remains, preserved in the jar, pieced together to resemble seven or eight parts of their former appearance, but exuded a chilling, eerie aura.

The flames surged towards him like a torrent, extinguishing even the flames on Liang Zaibing's body, leaving only burn marks on the walls and charred corpses scattered on the ground.

Without thinking twice, Liang Zaibing pushed off the ground and plunged into SH-04.

But the boss did not stop, easily crossing the invisible barrier that the flames could not penetrate.

Oh right, he set up the safe house, so naturally he can go in whenever he wants.

Liang Zaibing struggled to get up, but her right hand, which was burned and necrotic, couldn't support her and she fell back to the ground. Before she could get up again, the boss pressed her down firmly.

The dead body was heavy, making it hard to breathe.

Despite being the manipulator of flames, his body was as cold as ice, and just getting close to him sent chills down one's spine.

As Liang Zaibing watched his hand get closer and closer to her right eye, she breathed a sigh of relief.

So you've come to ask for your eyes back. Well, that's fine.

Despite being mentally prepared, my eyelids still trembled physiologically, resisting the impending harm.

The young man gently stroked his tightly closed right eye, but didn't actually touch it. Instead, he asked a strange question, "Do you remember my name?"

"Huh?" Liang Zaibing paused for a moment, then subconsciously replied, "Chen An?"

The young man responded indifferently, and without warning, he transformed into a light, ethereal shadow and entered the crimson eye.