Nikke, something’s seriously wrong with this evacuation point! Chapter 51 51: Open the Door, Your Delivery Has Arrived

Even if his HP dropped to 1%, he would still retain combat capability.

But the negative effects would continuously worsen his condition.

And this wasn't disguise mode, in normal mode, he could suffer things like fractures and dizziness debuffs.

Even though ti was running out, he still had to find so kind of healing item.

From the consumables he had looted, there were a few cans of energy drinks that could replenish hydration and provide slight pain relief.

Charon didn't hesitate, he chugged one.

Imdiately, the dizziness and pain eased a bit.

But a fracture was a real injury.

If he tried to run, his HP would drop faster.

So he could only move by walking.

In other words–

if those previous monsters caught up to him again before he found treatnt,

he was dead.

"Damn it… bullying a broke zero-gear runner… next ti I'm coming fully geared, try chasing then, damn it."

But that was just frustration talking.

Without the courier identity next ti, he'd probably need another way to get inside.

And honestly, the chanics here were weird.

Was there really so other way for normal players to bypass that instant-kill signature trap in the lobby?

Forget it.

Figuring out the map chanics was part of learning the area anyway.

Until then, every death was just tuition.

He only had food and water left.

While his mind was still clear, he quickly ate sothing to restore energy.

Then, he finally looked down at the garbage heap beneath him.

...

Right now, he looked absolutely miserable.

Covered in blood.

Seriously injured.

With fractures.

Climbing out of a pile of garbage in this state…

the image wasn't even worth imagining.

For Charon, though, this kind of desperate situation wasn't new.

In the Zero Zone, he knew the maps well, he knew how to use the environnt, block line of sight, reposition, and counterattack.

But here, in Zone 1–

he had no idea what to do.

...

The complaint letter had ntioned it:

heavy breathing underground.

That was probably another monster.

He needed to find Room 404 before it appeared and found him–

…actually, maybe he didn't need to search anymore.

Because after the elevator shaft above fully closed, in the darkness, a purple glowing force field appeared, radiating overwhelming presence.

He was standing on top of a mountain of garbage.

The underground space was enormous.

Garbage hills filled almost everything, except for one area about a hundred ters away.

Visually, it looked like this:

As if a single room had been forcibly cut out of another space and placed here.

The outer walls were exposed–

you could even see steel reinforcent bars and buried wiring in the cross-section.

And most noticeably, inside the purple glow,

there was a section of carpet identical to the third floor.

...

Its foundation, which should have been garbage, was instead covered by red rotting flesh.

That flesh was writhing, struggling, held in place by the purple force field.

...

"That… should be Room 404."

Probably.

At the sa ti, he finally understood why the underground monster hadn't attacked him.

Its target was that room.

But the purple barrier was protecting it, keeping the monster out.

Even now, it seed to be restraining the creature.

Which also ant, if he wanted to reach that room,

he had to cross a ground made entirely of that red flesh.

And enter the force field.

Difficult, but not impossible.

"…Screw it. Let's go."

Worst case, he dies and extracts early.

But before that, he had to get that 500k.

...

Holding the package, he began moving.

He couldn't run yet.

He had to save that for the most critical mont, to minimize HP loss.

And the package, with only 5% durability left, couldn't take any more damage.

...

HP: 9%

Ti remaining: 2 minutes

...

He stared intensely at the flesh-covered ground,

calculating the shortest path to the purple field.

"…Got it."

Nearby, at the top of a garbage pile, there was an abandoned refrigerator.

If he pushed it down, it might serve as a temporary platform.

Then he could jump the remaining distance.

No hesitation.

He didn't have ti.

The path to the fridge wasn't easy, unstable garbage piles, horrible stench everywhere.

He also had to be careful not to trigger a collapse, if the fridge fell on him, it was over.

Luckily, he was an experienced looter.

His footwork was solid.

He reached it quickly, aid and pushed.

Rumble

Unexpectedly, this triggered a chain reaction.

Not just the fridge, but other large pieces of garbage slid down with it.

A garbage avalanche.

He couldn't stay still, or he'd be buried alive.

So he made a split-second decision, jumped onto the fridge, and slid down with it.

Surprisingly, it stayed stable.

...

Soon, the avalanche reached the red flesh.

Sssss

Like acid.

Thick smoke rose.

The garbage sank into the flesh.

"…It's corrosive?!"

He instantly understood–

If Perfect Apartnt was alive, then this was digestion.

That red flesh…

was its digestive system.

Ironically, this accident helped him.

Normally, the fridge would've been digested before he got there.

But now–

He had a chance.

The mont the fridge touched the flesh, it began to lt.

Charon gathered strength–

And at the exact mont it stopped moving–

He sprinted a short distance, and jumped.

...

His HP dropped again, now 6%.

...

For a normal person, that jump would be impossible.

But he was a veteran.

Barely, he made it.

When he regained focus, he was already inside the purple field.

The isolated structure stood before him.

It looked like the door of a luxurious European-style hotel room.

The number plate, crookedly written–

404.

At that mont, he understood everything.

...

Room 404 did exist.

But it had nothing to do with Perfect Apartnt.

It had been transported here from so unknown space.

It was truly Room 404, yet spatially located on the third floor of this building.

As for what happened to Room 304, that was beyond him.

The package in his hands was about to break.

Durability nearly gone.

Even in this filthy state, he did his best to straighten himself a little.

Standing before Room 404, he raised his blood-stained hand, and knocked politely.

...

"Hello."

His voice was hoarse.

He could feel blood rising in his throat, but he forced it down.

"Is anyone inside?"

"Your delivery has arrived."