Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 731 - 729: Mask
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In the corner of a room, a hunched crimson figure leaned against a Long-Handled Naginata, shrinking into the darkness.
"Kill...eat..."
The crimson figureβs words were muffled, as if chewing on something while muttering the same phrases over and over.
DRIP.
Saliva trickled from the corner of its mouth, falling onto the carpet.
The tall and thin silhouette sitting on the living room sofa frowned in dissatisfaction but said nothing.
Chewing, gnawing, sucking.
The crimson figure carelessly tossed aside a gnawed thigh bone onto the floor. Based on the bone structure, it was the left leg of an adult human male.
"Eat..."
The crimson figure, seemingly unsatisfied, licked its thin fingers like a wild beast as it slowly turned around.
Its eyes, flickering with red light, stared straight at the silhouette on the living room sofa, the pupils gradually coated with a primitive hunger.
"Calm down."
The silhouette glanced at the heavily sealed door, then calmly turned its head to meet the crimson figureβs gaze. "Itβs not time for you to make your move yet."
"..."
The figure draped in crimson, hunched as if it hadnβt heard the otherβs words, continuously swallowed, its wrinkled palm rubbing back and forth on the Naginataβs handle.
The tall and thin silhouette slightly furrowed its brow, lifting its left hand with a remote control panel between two fingers, featuring just one button. "Calm down."
Seeing the button, the hunched figure gradually calmed down, holding the Naginata in silence, resembling a deformed and ugly miniature statue.
"..."
The tall and thin silhouette let out a faint sigh of relief and slowly put the button down. Caution and vigilance were hidden in its eyes as it slowly said, "Now is not the time for you to feed."
There was something off about this mission.
In room 0610, the Plague Doctor was facing the mirror, holding a delicate Scalpel, scraping at his cheek.
The blade gently lifted a layer of flesh-colored film as thin as cicada wings, revealing the pitted, blackened face riddled with marks of decay.
"...Sigh."
The Plague Doctor exhaled lightly, took an ointment from his backpack, and carefully applied it to his face.
SSSβ
A wisp of blue smoke rose from the wound.
The intense pain made the Plague Doctorβs eyes twitch, his palms sweating.
Only after seeing those wounds begin to heal rapidly did he breathe a sigh of relief.
The rotting elderly creature with a bag that had appeared last night in room 0608 was likely the same entity that roamed the Dolphin Hotel corridors.
It left a significant psychological scar on the Plague Doctor, to the point that he moved out of 0608 tonight and into the neighboring room 0610.
Room 0608 still had remnants of pitch-black ink stains.
Though the ink was long dried, it ominously continued to emit a putrid smell.
Heaven knew if that "thing" would crawl out of the ink stains tonight.
The Plague Doctor re-bandaged his wounds, stowed the mirror into his backpack, and murmured to himself, I wonder how Yuyi Xinzhong is doing...
The Plague Doctor actually knew Yuyi Xinzhong from the Ninth Division of the Japan Islandsβ Special Affairs Bureau.
After completing the script task at Ibaraki Middle School, the Plague Doctor, abiding by a promise made with an Earthbounded Spirit known as "Hanako" from the script, went to the Japan Islands to fulfill her last wish.
Initially, it went very smoothly; the Plague Doctor successfully fulfilled Hanakoβs last wish. But as he prepared to leave Tokyo, he was discovered by the Japan Islandsβ Special Affairs Bureau.
The Plague Doctor thought he would be detained by them, judged, or directly tied up in a dark room, killed, and stripped of his player status.
He even prepared to hold onto a sliver of hope, notifying the Special Affairs Bureau through a friendβs message, hoping they might be able to protect him.
(Before heading to the Japan Islands, the Plague Doctor had specifically registered with the Yin City branch of the Special Affairs Bureau for a Bounty Hunter License and had obtained a means to contact the Bureau.)
To his surprise, the Japan Islandsβ Special Affairs Bureau didnβt treat him harshly; after investigating and clarifying the situation, they symbolically fined the Plague Doctor a sum of Game Currency and then released him.
Moreover, some noble families, Onmyoji clans, and influential figures sought to make his acquaintance, inviting him to banquets and treating him as an honored guest.
This wasnβt because there was something amiss with the people of the Japan Islands.
The Plague Doctor had a contract with the Yin City Special Affairs Bureau as a Bounty Hunter, and dealing with him rashly could lead to disputes.
Furthermore, the Plague Doctor himself was a very rare medical specialist player, whose medical skills could be used in the real world, capable of curing various complex diseases.
It was natural for aging elites to want to maintain good relations with the Plague Doctor in hopes of having him help Cure Diseaseβafter all, even for the privileged, it was difficult at the time to provide every member of their large family with a bottle of Miniature Life Potion.
This bizarre experience could easily make up an entire βThe Reborn Cityβs Supreme Medical Immortal Divine Doctorβs Esteemed Love Story with the School Beauty and Celebrity Starβ novel.
The Plague Doctor accepted the high-level treatment in a daze, being treated as an honored guest and receiving protection from the Japan Islandsβ Special Affairs Bureauβthat was how he and Yuyi Xinzhong had met.
Itβs a pity... the hotelβs setup prevents players from freely moving through the floors. Otherwise, with Yuyi Xinzhongβs unique power system combined with my skills, weβd be very, very powerful, completely unafraid of any player in this mission. Even against a usual scriptβs boss, Iβd have confidence that the two of us could win in a one-on-one fight.
The Plague Doctor shook his head in regret, affixed his freshly cleaned Mask back to his face, and carefully smoothed out the creases at the seams with a Scalpel.
He turned to glance at the clock on the wall. 11:55 already, huh... Itβs almost curfew. I hope nothing happens tonight...
DRIP.
The sound of a falling water droplet was clear, as if right by his ear.
The Plague Doctor jolted. A Wooden Long Stick appeared in his palm instantly. A ring of dark green Flare rose beneath his feet, and he began alternately casting Spells, on guard for any possible attacks.
DRIP.
The sound of dripping water came again. His face felt itchy.
The Plague Doctor subconsciously reached out his left hand, moving it toward his cheek. Unexpectedly, the skin on his face that was touched by his fingers peeled off as easily as dead skin, lightly clinging to his fingertips, like a flat, wrinkled, dry piece of skin.
Black liquid started dripping from the holes in his face, increasing in volume, pooling on the carpet, corroding it with sizzling noises.
The Plague Doctor felt a chilling cold permeate his entire body, frantically applying recovery buffs to himself, healing Spells, applying ointment, and wrapping bandages.
It was useless.
The wound on his face continued to spew black liquid, the bleeding growing more severe, like a fully opened faucet, splashing wildly. Wherever it touched, steam billowed.
Whatβs... happening...
The Plague Doctor shivered, stumbling toward the door. His fingers, pressed against the wounds on his face, were by now corroded by the black liquid until only white bone remained.
