Your Lord Has A Screw Loose?
Chapter 599 - 601: The Hand Under the Bed Pale and Ghastly

Chapter 599 -601: The Hand Under the Bed Pale and Ghastly

The entrance to the mottled apartment looked very old, and standing at the door, one could feel a bone-chilling coldness.

“It’s probably not warm in winter, but definitely cool in the summer, which could save quite a bit on air conditioning bills.” Qin Muye pushed open the door and walked in. This time it was a bit better, there was no receptionist who wanted to devour him, not even anyone in charge of reception; the entire ambiance was straight out of a horror film.

Let’s put it this way, even if this apartment was located just outside the city center and also in a school district, just its aura alone could knock ten or twenty thousand off the original price. As for the remaining price, well, that’s another matter entirely.

“It doesn’t seem like there are many people, but there should be some,” Qin Muye sensed that this apartment was probably similar to a Horror Apartment Abnormality that had already been contained by the All World Protector Organization, it’s just that it had probably only started not too long ago—making it like a junior to that Horror Apartment.

The number of people caught inside should be not many, at most just a dozen or twenty.

“I wonder if they are out on a mission…” Qin Muye roamed around and didn’t find a soul, neither living nor dead.

These kinds of apartments usually forcibly find a few tenants, and then at a set time, transport people to designated areas for outdoor survival while also facing some terrifying ghosts. They generally give tenants a survival time or mission target, and once the criteria are met, they pull the people back.

If one doesn’t meet the criteria, then they just wait until they do. If they die, another batch of unlucky ones gets brought in.

Anyway, the mechanism is just like this, and Qin Muye understood all such schemes because the patterns derived under the control of the Abnormality known as Ghost fundamentally shared the same nature.

People are captured, sent into a dangerous environment for survival; meet the time or event criteria, and they are sent back. For now, the principle behind this is unknown.

If it’s just for the sake of killing people, why bother with such trouble, or even adding various rules to bind them? If it’s for profit, that’s even less reliable—what benefit is there in such a small number of people?

Luckily, Qin Muye doesn’t need to figure out what Ghost really wants to do. That’s a concern for the All World Protector Organization to deal with. His goal is to survive the 7-day challenge of the national shock game.

“I’ll pick a nice room to sleep in and wait for tomorrow…” just as Qin Muye was thinking, suddenly the door was pushed open, and five people rushed in looking very disheveled.

One man and four women, all with wounds on them, but still looking meticulous, such as the four women, whose injuries didn’t involve their faces or figures—just minor wounds. Yet each one curvaceous and sexy, still in high heels, capable of escaping without falling, which was evidence of their extraordinary abilities.

The man was also very handsome, evidently exceptional, and what’s more, he had an incomplete version of Ghost’s chosen talent, Omega Level.

“Who are you?” The moment the man saw Qin Muye, he became wary.

“Just passing by, planning to stay here for the night. No worries, you do your thing, I won’t disturb you,” Qin Muye saw at a glance that the relationship among these five people was extraordinary, that they faced a common life-or-death threat; otherwise, those four women wouldn’t hold back from fighting each other.

Qin Muye picked up the key to room 404 and then turned to go upstairs.

The man wanted to say something, but seeing how decisively Qin Muye walked away, he could only give a bitter smile and touched his nose, “Looks like a new tenant, must have just passed the apartment’s novice assessment, the reward must be pretty good, else he wouldn’t be so arrogant.”

From the man’s initial impression, indeed, he felt the other person was arrogant. After all, he himself was a senior tenant too, ‘just staying one night’. Any tenant selected by the apartment had to complete ten attendance tasks to cancel the lease, but how many could successfully do it?

Even he had only just completed the third attendance task, almost losing his life in the process.

“Don’t worry about him; even if you warned him, he wouldn’t be grateful for your kindness,” a cold and elegant woman spoke up to comfort him.

Nowadays, the five of them had formed a small group. If they were to add someone new, it could mess things up, so naturally, they wouldn’t disrupt this balance.

Qin Muye didn’t care about these people and just lay down on the bed as soon as he entered the room.

“It seems every Abnormality derived from Ghost is allocated a chosen one, but because it split it into so many, each chosen one is imperfect. Is it trying to mimic the All World Protector Organization?”

Slice one protagonist into countless pieces, then control them all; isn’t that just another version of the All World Protector Organization, composed entirely of protagonists?

The idea isn’t bad, but it overlooks another problem, that of scale. Can a drop of ink turn an entire ocean into an ink sea when added to it? No, it will only dilute the ink until it becomes part of the ocean.

The protagonist is just a drop of ink; they may be special to the world as the vast ocean, but Ghost’s act of dividing that drop into countless smaller droplets and scattering them won’t change anything.

Do they really think a protagonist in this world is omnipotent? It’s just that they’re better at control than most people.

Otherwise, all that great stuff would have been for nothing?

Lying on the bed, Qin Muye felt somewhat sick to his stomach; he hadn’t felt it before, but now he did.

“It can’t be another unknown AOE about to hit me, can it?” Qin Muye grumbled as he got up and lifted the bedsheets.

What he saw was not a mattress but a layer of neatly aligned stark white bones.

“This is too much, the mattress was perfectly normal when I lay down just now, and you swap it out in less than a minute? Are you really that stingy?”

Qin Muye truly felt that this thing was just not willing to see him well-off.

Suddenly, an icy cold hand clasped his ankle, and when he looked down, he saw a pallid arm reaching out from under the bed in a very creepy manner.

So, Qin Muye decisively stepped back and saw the arm elongate as he moved.

“???”

“Can this thing actually keep growing?”

The arm seemed to open some strange door for Qin Muye.

He stepped back again, and the arm grew longer; another step, and it stretched further.

Crouching down, Qin Muye grabbed the arm, and in an instant, countless shadows flickered throughout the room, and the arm was stretched to its limit, ending with a crisp snapping sound.

The bone-covered bed seemed as if it had been torn apart by a tremendous force, instantly shattering into pieces, while a pale arm piled up and filled half the room.

“There is a limit after all, I thought it could grow indefinitely,” Qin Muye said with deep regret in his tone. If it could grow indefinitely, he would have considered taking the bed home for research.

“It can’t last even this many meters, sigh, too weak.”

Qin Muye then turned his gaze towards the wardrobe, which seemed to have moved just now. An illusion was impossible, so the wardrobe must have moved.

“Everything’s already 404, how come there are still so many monsters and evil spirits around.” Qin Muye complained, before casually reassembling the bed and sweeping away the inappropriate decorations, like bones and plasma.

Thankfully, the mattress was still there, though it seemed something had been stitched inside.

“A mummified corpse, huh? I’ll stash it in the wardrobe for now; it’ll be just right to squeeze it in with the other.” Qin Muye boldly pulled the dry corpse out of the mattress and stuffed it into the wardrobe. Since the wardrobe had moved, he needed to show who was boss, otherwise, what would he do if it decided to run away while he was asleep?

So it’s best to be a bit more cautious in your actions to avoid accidents.

After all this, the temperature in the room immediately rose, as if stepping out of an air-conditioned room.

“The air conditioning is off, and this apartment is really stingy. Looks like I need to have a good talk with the apartment’s electricians, building managers, and the like,” said Qin Muye as his gaze swept over the room, and the eerie chill became perceptible again.

“Tsk, at least there’s some intelligence there.”

Qin Muye couldn’t help but marvel; Ghost, this Abnormality, was truly deserving of the Omega Level. He wasn’t sure when it had appeared, but the Abnormality it had spawned each had their own distinct characteristics.

He suspected that they were not created by Ghost, but rather collected by it.

For instance, these fierce ghosts might have died in just such ways in reality, otherwise, it would be hard to explain why the fierce ghosts within Ghost had self-awareness and thought processes.

Creating a space was indeed no problem, but to create so many lifelike fierce ghosts was not an easy task.

Although Qin Muye was capable of doing it, the cost was too high. By the same token, considering the scope of Ghost, doing all these setups would exhaust the budget.