"What a bad day! Losing two Cosmic Coins for nothing, sigh... I should go back. I'm no longer in the mood to start a new dungeon or use that skill card. I'd better freshen up by getting some good sleep before seriously thinking about which skill to choose. Doing that in haste would only waste this God-given opportunity."

Muttering such thoughts, Myne clicked the exit button, and the darkness outside the lobby rushed in, devouring him completely like a monster.

Huh? Everyone's already asleep? So early today? Maybe they're too tired, Myne thought, looking around. He saw Aisha and Sylphy sleeping on either side of him, both naked. Because of him, they'd also picked up this bad habit of sleeping nude.

She looks so beautiful when she's sleeping, cute, not giving that crazy look as if she'll eat me alive, just like I saw her for the first time.

Myne stroked Aisha's face and played with her soft cheeks, letting out a chuckle. Then he pulled her toward himself, hugged her tightly, buried his face into her giant boobies, and closed his eyes, ready for a good sleep.

Perhaps it was because Myne was also tired, having worked hard as always and barely slept for a few hours yesterday. Even today, he'd run around and, well, spend time with two of his girls for half a day. Or maybe the loss he suffered in the arena was still troubling him. Within a minute of closing his eyes, Myne fell asleep.

But about half an hour later, Myne felt something was wrong. His eyebrows couldn't help but knit together, and a frown appeared on his sleepy face. He seemed to be having a nightmare.

...

Myne's eyes snapped open. The ceiling above him was unfamiliar, cracked, flaking with age, and tinged with rot. A damp chill kissed his bare feet as he stood on grimy terrazzo tiles.

The air reeked of mold, rust, and something metallic, like dried blood left too long in the sun. He wasn't in his warm bed with his wife in his arms, and God knew how and where he was.

"What the hell is this place? How did I end up here? Wasn't I sleeping on my bed?" Myne, who could clearly feel the eerie chill, spoke while rubbing his forehead.

"And people blame me for always looking for trouble and risking my life. Is sleeping on my bed in my own house also considered looking for trouble?"

While complaining, Myne looked around. He was in the entrance corridor of what seemed like a residential building. Behind him was the main entrance door, which was obviously tightly sealed, with a small head-side window beside it.

From this window, he could see that outside the residence was complete darkness without a single bit of light, and countless creatures made of fog occasionally ran around. They looked a bit like the creatures that appeared outside his lobby in the game.

"It seemed going out from here wouldn't be easy..."

Thud!

"F*ck!"

Just as Myne was pondering where he was and how he had ended up there, suddenly the sound of something falling on the ground came from some distance away from him. This startled him; after all, any normal person would be scared if, in an extremely dark and unknown place with absolute silence, something fell and made a loud noise.

Myne looked forward and saw at the end of the corridor a dark shadow whose figure couldn't be seen clearly. It clung to the corner of the ceiling like a smear, like a shadow that had given up pretending to be real. It had dark red glowing eyes, from which it stared at Myne without blinking.

Although the other party didn't react much to him looking back, Myne felt it was smiling evilly at him.

"Now what the hell is this shit..."

The corner of Myne's mouth couldn't help but twist as he watched this new thing, which wasn't giving him any good feeling. But to his surprise, just as he wanted to move forward, in the blink of an eye, the shadow on the ceiling actually vanished from its place as if it had never been there.

"I know it, it seems the other party is also a fan of horror novels," Myne said, shaking his head as he moved forward while calling out to the system. But sadly, it didn't give him any reaction. Not only he wasn't able to use any of his skills as well; it was as if he had returned to the point before his awakening, a weak and helpless boy whom anyone could f*cked up.

Myne walked forward and came to the door nearest to him. He tried to open it but found that it was locked and wouldn't move an inch. The same thing happened with all the other rooms on the ground floor, forcing him to move to the stairwell.

Although he wasn't scared of that shadow, as a fan of horror things, and with no strong courage, Myne still felt nervous as he walked into the darkness. The mysterious power that had made him a normal human also sealed his bloodline ability, and he no longer had the night vision of his Nightwalker bloodline, making him no different than a blind man.

Thud... Thud... Thud...

As Myne's foot was about to touch the first stair, something metallic came rolling down the stairs and stopped at his feet.

Picking up the object, Myne found it was a torch.

Click!

"Quite professional. Seems like I'm not the only one suffering from this shit," Myne cursed, turned on the flashlight, and began climbing the dirty stairs.

The stairs stretched up endlessly, cracked concrete and rusted railings swallowing the light. Graffiti, scrawled in blood across the walls in a child's hand, twisted old nursery rhymes into something malicious. On every landing, something new shifted behind him. A flicker. A breath. A cold hand nearly brushed his back.

The doors on the first and second floors were locked, forcing him to go directly to the third floor. The lights overhead stuttered like an old horror film—flicker, pause, flicker. The hallway stretched on, its walls peeling like sunburnt flesh. Doors sagged in their frames, each one promising something worse than the last.

Moving the torchlight to observe his surroundings, Myne tried to open the first door, and it finally creaked open. Inside, the janitor's cubicle reeked of old mop water. Rusty buckets lined the wall, their reflections warped and twitching, though the air didn't move. A single mop tilted gently… as if someone had just walked by.

"It smells like shit... well, probably worse than that," Myne backed away faster than he had poked his head into the room.

In the next room, a honeymoon suite long since defiled, rotting lilies led a path to the bedroom where a bed sat undisturbed. On it lay two golden wedding rings, fused together by fire. The closet door shifted slightly.

A fingernail, long, yellow, and deliberate, scraped down the inside slats. Thankfully, the air in this room was much fresher.

Myne walked into it, moving the torchlight everywhere, trying to find anything that could help him get out of this creepy place. But, except for two golden rings, burned in the fire, and a messed-up wedding photo of a smiling, beautiful woman and a man whose face had been stabbed countless times with a knife, there was nothing useful.

Myne picked up the rings, and the next moment his body became rigid, and his head snapped back. When he regained consciousness, he had turned into an illusory figure and was standing in a completely new-looking bedroom, with bright light illuminating every corner. There were flowers and rose petals scattered everywhere in the room. A heart made of flowers could also be seen on the bed. Obviously, this room was prepared for a honeymoon.

Click!

Just as Myne was observing his own condition, the door opened, and a man in a black suit, holding the hand of a woman in a pink gown, walked into the room. Then, without wasting a single second, they started kissing each other with crazy passion, as if they were going to separate tomorrow and didn't want to waste a single second.

Soon, clothes were thrown away, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh, mixed with the echo of the woman's excited moans, echoed in the room.

Myne watched two unruly individuals having fun, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twist.

Although he didn't know what the shadow wanted him to see, he didn't mind wasting some time, learning a thing or two from his seniors.

Things between the couple continued getting more and more lovely, especially when the woman seemed more excited and continuously encouraged the man to be rougher and thrust harder.

The man first hesitated, but then he directly entered "beast mode," and pinching nipples and slapping buttocks hard enough to leave marks became normal.

Just when things were reaching a climax, and Myne was also taking note, nodding occasionally with an understanding look, suddenly the closet door opened with a bang, catching the trio in the room off guard.

A woman wearing a wedding dress, with messed-up makeup, as if she had cried hard, with dishevelled hair, and bloody fingers, holding a kitchen knife, rushed out from the closet with a loud roar and directly jumped on the man who was riding his girlfriend and stabbed him in the back.