The air and ti seed to freeze at that mont—on the Thirteen Steps, two people stood face to face.
(I found a very fitting picture for this, I’ll upload it later.)
Lu Ce and Park Bu Seong stared each other down.
Park Bu Seong’s smile completely froze on his face. His lips twitched, and the muscles on his face made it clear—he couldn’t force a smile anymore.
Just standing there, his ntal state was clearly different from just a mont ago.
When he faced “Blank” earlier, Park Bu Seong had felt confident. But the guy standing in front of him now gave him a strange sense—like his heart had skipped a beat.
Even animals with undeveloped intelligence can instinctively fear the presence of a predator.
Park Bu Seong gulped, warily watching the man before him, completely forgetting that he had just claid, “Dealing with ‘Sin’ won’t be a problem.”
Of course, Lu Ce was also sizing up Park Bu Seong—this was his first ti seeing, head-on, this so-called young master who dared challenge him.
Weak!
Too much so. Just by looking at his limbs, you could tell there was no training. Let alone any combat experience.
His facial skin looked smooth, but even with a decent disguise, it was obvious from the hollowness under his eyes that he’d been indulging himself far too much.
Lu Ce even suspected this guy had put on makeup before entering the ga.
“Why so quiet?”
“I rember you had a lot to say earlier when you were challenging …”
Lu Ce rolled his shoulder, looking at his completely non-threatening opponent, casually making small talk.
His mood had clearly improved. The Seven Mysteries were all complete now—only fighting remained.
And fighting, under the Wrath Mask, was the one thing he was best at—and the simplest.
“No way… the horror mystery’s already been triggered… this is a separate space… how did you get here…”
Park Bu Seong muttered in disbelief. At this point, things had already gone this far, and he was still babbling nonsense—truly comical.
“That, I don’t know. You’ll have to ask her.”
【Earpiece: True interconnectivity!】
On the surface, it only worked for communication—no different from a regular Bluetooth earpiece. But it was actually an Epic-tier weapon.
Its true function was spatial exchange, controlled by the user. It allowed two wearers to swap positions—ignoring all restrictions, space locks, and incantations.
The swap could only be used once before needing to recharge. But that single unrestricted, fully-conscious exchange was exactly what made it an Epic-tier weapon!
Lu Ce had only realized sothing was off when Xie Antong repeatedly reminded him to “wear the earpiece properly”—his strong instincts picked up the hint.
Sure enough, she was holding onto so top-tier gear. anwhile, his own Mysterious Cloak was the weakest of all the Epic-tier weapons…
Thinking about it, Lu Ce unconsciously rubbed the corner of his cloak.
“You might want to focus. I still need you to co help over here.”
From the other end of the earpiece, Xie Antong’s voice ca through.
Right now, in the pitch-black restroom, a dripping sound had begun—as if sothing was leaking.
If one could open their eyes and look, they’d see blood seeping out of every sink and stall.
The crimson blood was already about to reach Xie Antong’s feet. In the mirror, a black-haired girl slowly appeared.
The girl had no eyeballs. In the dark sockets of her eyes, a tongue wriggled and slithered.
The whole restroom was soaked in a terrifying atmosphere, but Xie Antong stood completely still in the center, eyes tightly shut.
She had even deactivated the All-Seeing Eye, refusing to move at all.
She knew—this stage was the “open-your-eyes-and-you-die” type.
If she really opened her eyes or used anything to look around, it would fully trigger the berserk state of the horror mystery.
This was almost a universal trait of every horror mystery involving “mirrors.”
At the sa ti, she also believed—as long as she didn’t look, this space couldn’t unleash its full power, and she could endure it.
So even as the sounds, the temperature, and the atmosphere scread a terrifying tale all around her, she kept her eyes tightly shut and didn’t seek death.
“I know.” Lu Ce quickly replied from the other side.
“Also, no matter which version of folklore you go by, the Thirteen Steps is the most dangerous—possibly the only instant-death horror mystery!”
“When I was over there just now, the All-Seeing Eye already told how dangerous it was. You better take it seriously—don’t underestimate the enemy.”
“Be careful you don’t get yourself killed.”
“What did you say?”
On Lu Ce’s end, sothing shifted in the Wrath Mask’s energy—just a bit.
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
“?! Get killed by him?!”
Xie Antong quickly ended the call. That line was purely to help “Sin” stack up so Rage Points—get him fired up fast.
After all, she was already gambling hard. If “Sin” actually lost… then her own situation… well, she’d be screwed.
On the other side, the Epic-tier weapon—Earpiece—creaked loudly under Lu Ce’s fingers.
Honestly, he didn’t even need Xie Antong to help him build rage.
He looked calm, but he was already fuming.
Especially this Park Bu Seong. Just looking at that idiot made his “idiot allergy” flare up. What pissed him off most was—why does soone like this get to challenge ?
This kind of trash, just because of his background, gets to rank 79?
Park Bu Seong didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt cold.
In front of him, “Sin” looked more and more monstrous, and it was like a black hole—space itself was collapsing inward.
With a grim expression, Park Bu Seong gritted his teeth and gave an order to Ye Ah:
“Take that woman out!”
Then he looked back at “Sin” and said, “Doesn’t matter—you’re going down too…”
Suddenly, Lu Ce cut him off,
“Don’t you think… you’re standing a little too close to ?”
The next instant, alarm bells exploded in Park Bu Seong’s mind.
The horror mystery had granted him part of a demon’s power—his alertness was way higher than normal.
He instantly jumped back—and saw sothing on his right side: a hand, still attached to tendon and flesh, torn clean off.
—It was his right arm!
Lu Ce had lunged, aiming to rip the guy’s head off. Unfortunately, he didn’t get the whole thing—just one arm.
“AAAAHHHHHHHHHH!”
The pain was unlike anything Park Bu Seong had ever experienced. His body twisted and swelled—skin ripping, muscles bulging.
A pair of ram horns sprouted from his head—he transford into a demonic figure.
Then, all along the staircase, everything began to squirm. On the walls, the floor, the steps—countless evil things seed to be wriggling to break free.
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