Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 693 - 691 Throat
The time was now... 11:50 PM.
Li Ang sat in the living room chair, twirling a pen he had made using Alchemy in his hand.
Kafei, who lived on the tenth floor, was attacked in a bizarre manner and died inexplicably just as curfew began. To this day, the players still do not know which taboo he violated to meet his end so quickly. Nor do they know if the note in his room was one originally placed by the hotel, or if it was left behind or tampered with by the lady in red.
The death of Kafei not only left his older brother Danfei and his friend Bob in heartbroken agony but also gave the other players a sense of shared unease. To improve everyone's chances of survival, all the players agreed to use the paper and pens provided by Li Ang during curfew. They would document what happened in their own rooms so that even if they died from an abnormal attack, the information left behind could help the other players.
With his years of experience twirling pens in class and physical fitness far beyond the ordinary, Li Ang spun the pen in his hand as rapidly as the rotor blades of a helicopter, creating a gentle breeze in the stifling, sealed room.
"So boring."
Li Ang, with his legs crossed, sighed. This script forced the players to isolate themselves from each other. Miss Chai was not by his side, and there wasn't even anyone to talk to.
He leaned back in his chair, balancing it on its two back legs, and looked up at the hotel room ceiling.
He had stayed in a similar hotel before. Back then, he had taken a part-time job online as a Private Detective to collect evidence of a client's partner's infidelity. Li Ang lurked in the hotel for two days and captured enough photos. Upon seeing the evidence, the client was distraught and nearly suicidal. Li Ang had no choice but to comfort him. He said that although his partner was unfaithful, deep down, she still loved him. After all, she went to the Holiday Hotel.
Memories of the past flashed through Li Ang's mind, and he sighed, murmuring to himself, I wonder how the others are doing...
In room 0108, which belonged to Ω, piles of complex chemical experiment apparatuses were stacked.
Bunsen burners marked with skull logos spewed green flames. They heated beakers over wire gauze, causing the crimson liquid inside to boil and bubble, emitting a GLUG GLUG sound. The vapor from the evaporating crimson liquid was collected by an inverted glass funnel. It was then channeled through a rubber tube into another complex apparatus. After undergoing over ten steps, including compression, liquefaction, distillation, crystallization, drying, and melting, it finally transformed into tiny droplets shimmering with a faint blue glow. These droplets dripped through an opening in Ω's helmet as he sat on the floor.
Ω was the most mysterious player; not even Bai Haozheng, an Intelligence Analyst from the Special Affairs Bureau, knew much about his background. He was, in fact, a member of the Demon Scientist Alliance. Unlike later recruits on the fringe, such as Plague Doctor, Ω belonged to the core circle of the Demon Scientist Alliance. His expertise allowed him to distill the souls of living beings into a liquid composed purely of Soul Energy.
This liquid possessed an extremely high energy density, comparable to a potent Magic Potion with no side effects. Just a small sip was enough to allow a Level 15 Mage player to operate at full firepower, casting spells non-stop for an hour. And Ω kept his own body continuously immersed in this Magic Potion.
The ceaseless Magic Power strengthened him, making him addicted. He reveled in the pleasure and relief that this power brought. However, this soul Magic Potion also persistently and steadily eroded his body. It reached the point where even he did not want to see what terrifying visage his face beneath the fishbowl helmet had become.
It didn't matter anymore.
Ω rose from the floor. He caressed the top of the helmet with a gloved hand and closed the opening at the top of the fishbowl helmet.
As long as I can survive, as long as I can keep getting stronger, human appearance isn't important. Would a Deity care about the gazes of mortals? As long as I can survive...
TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK.
On the room wall, the clock's second hand moved steadily. Only one minute remained before curfew.
Ω silently packed up the chemistry equipment in the room. He then took paper and a pen from the living room table and sat down on the chair.
He was looking forward to the challenge the hotel would present him.
"Do not look up."
In room 0308, Liu Wu Dai took down the note that had suddenly appeared on the wall. After examining it, she put it into her pocket.
She drew the string of her Wooden Short Bow, her fingers nocking a long, narrow Arrow that looked as fragile and transparent as crystal.
She could sense that the moment the note appeared, certain areas of room 0308 underwent profound changes. The once ordinary ceiling now seemed to exert an invisible suction force. The lights dimmed drastically, and Liu Wu Dai's perception of her surroundings was reduced to its absolute limit.
This feeling...
It was like sinking into a dark, lightless lake. The cold water and the pain of suffocation eroded her entire body, making her desperately want to swim to the surface and breathe the air deeply and freely.
RRRIP—
Above her head, a sound like tearing paper echoed. A large, dark mass surged out from the ceiling, dangling downwards, stopping right in front of Liu Wu Dai's nose.
It was hair.
Black hair.
Please, let there not be one, please...
On the eleventh floor, in room 1172, Danfei gripped his Obsidian Axe and searched the room thoroughly. The players had deemed the original room 1108 unsafe due to a depression in the floor. Consequently, Danfei had moved from 1108, on the left side of the corridor, to room 1172 at the other end. This room faced the elevator doors on the right side of the corridor. This meant that if an abnormal event occurred, he could still take the elevator to leave.
"Phew..."
After meticulously searching the room, Danfei finally breathed a sigh of relief. He hadn't found any note. Although the accommodation guide didn't specify the exact refresh time for the notes, based on everyone's experiences from yesterday, they usually appeared relatively early. Perhaps he wouldn't encounter a note tonight.
Danfei sat down in the armchair, casually placing the heavy Obsidian Battle Axe on his knees, and looked up at the beige ceiling.
During the day, the players had speculated wildly about the cause of Kafei's death without reaching a conclusion. However, Danfei had a hunch that what Li Rising said might be correct. It was because I violated the content of the note—first leaving my own room, and then leaving Kafei after bidding him farewell—that led to my brother's death. We had promised to survive together.
Danfei took a deep breath. Just as he was about to exhale, he felt something uncomfortable in his throat. It felt as if something were stuck there.
"COUGH! COUGH, COUGH!"
Danfei's eyes widened as he began to cough violently. One hand clutched his neck while the other reached into his mouth, searching frantically. Eventually, his fingers touched something. He slowly pulled the object out of his throat.
It was a saliva-soaked yellow note.
