"This first kill is definitely mine!"
A Ghost Head Saber, glinting coldly, had appeared in the woman’s hand at so point. A strange light flickered in her eyes.
It seed the woman’s sudden action had thoroughly enraged so entity in this world.
A surging tide of black shadows swept in from all directions with the force of an avalanche.
They threatened to completely swallow the woman in endless darkness.
However, in that split second, the woman’s figure vanished from the spot as if she had evaporated into thin air.
Only a furious roar, filled with indignation and anger, was left to echo through the silent night sky.
...
The setting sun was the color of blood, dyeing the sky a deep crimson.
Its afterglow scattered across the glimring surface of the sea, shattered into fragnts by the surging waves.
This was an island, surrounded on all sides by the sea.
On the island, a resort featured a picturesque scattering of buildings in various styles, with swaying coconut palms and a riot of colorful blossoms.
However, at this mont,
the scene on a nearby beach was like sothing out of Abi Hell.
Over a dozen corpses lay strewn across the sand.
Their bodies were mangled, each with a ghastly hole torn open in their chest, the internal organs long gone.
Their eyes were wide open, as if they had witnessed sothing utterly terrifying just before death.
Thick blood seeped into the sand below, staining the once-golden beach a jarring crimson.
The acrid stench of blood filled the air, mingling with the salty sea breeze in a nauseating mix.
A small figure was sitting perched atop the corpses.
It was a little boy who looked to be twelve or thirteen years old. His face was fair as jade, his features as delicate as a painting, and his short, black hair swayed gently in the sea breeze.
"Bringing so many newcors every day is such a hassle. It’s quieter just to kill them.
Still, they’re not entirely useless. Though the taste is a bit off, they can at least fill my stomach."
The little boy frowned slightly and muttered.
He stuck out his tongue and licked the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth, the gesture like that of a small, sated beast.
Just as he was about to get up and head toward the distant resort,
his movents ca to a sudden halt.
’Hm? Interesting. Very interesting! To think soone would be wanted by the Blood Word Script. Is it Tang Hao, or Guan Dantong? No, it’s 904. This person is a new resident. To have a wanted mission issued by the Blood Word Script, they must be extraordinary.
I imagine their flesh would be even more delicious!’
An excited gleam instantly flashed in his eyes, and a sick smile spread across his face—a smile filled with twisted pleasure and anticipation.
Before he had even finished the thought, his figure was like a wisp of light smoke,
vanishing on the spot.
All that remained was the bloody beach and the corpses.
...
Situations like this were common in script missions.
However, only the Dream Masters who had successfully harnessed a Dream Eye could receive the summons for this kind of temporary mission.
As for the ordinary script actors, they could only remain rcilessly trapped in their original script missions, unable to break away.
This plunged them into an unimaginably dangerous predicant, as the difficulty and peril of such script missions were far beyond what ordinary actors like them could handle.
...
Within the blood-red space,
the air itself seed to be dyed blood-red, so heavy it was suffocating.
Figures began to materialize from the bloody mist, each one exuding the unique aura of a Dream Eye.
Without a doubt, these people were all Dream Masters.
A rough count put their numbers at nearly a hundred.
The mont they appeared, everyone’s gaze was involuntarily drawn to the figure at the very center of the space.
Above that person’s head floated the characters [904], which pulsed with an eerie, blood-red light.
Just like a monster’s na in a video ga.
However, the Dream Masters didn’t act imdiately. Instead, their wary gazes focused on the three figures at the very front.
One was a burly, four-ard giant. Every bulging muscle on his body seed to hold the power to shatter the earth, and in the crimson light, he looked all the more savage and terrifying.
Another was a woman in a vibrant red wedding dress. The dress, which should have symbolized celebration, was in stark contrast to the Ghost Head Saber in her hand, which radiated a bone-chilling cold.
The last was a boy who looked no older than twelve or thirteen. The lingering childishness on his face was utterly ruined by a trickle of glowing green sli oozing from the corner of his mouth.
His eyes revealed a look of craving and greed.
In the Bloody Apartnt, the height of one’s floor directly determined a script actor’s strength.
The entire apartnt was divided into nine floors. The bottom three floors were for ordinary script actors.
Although they possessed extraordinary abilities compared to normal people, they were considered the lowest tier within the apartnt’s power structure.
The middle three floors were for Dream Masters who could at least command one Dream Eye. Their strength had taken a qualitative leap, and they were capable of holding their own in script missions.
As for the top three floors, that was a place only the truly powerful could reside.
And these three from the Ninth Layer were undoubtedly the most terrifying existences in the Bloody Apartnt—true monsters.
"This person is mine! Don’t even think about fighting for him!"
The boy’s fervent and greedy gaze was locked tightly on Hu Qi.
As he spoke, the green sli at the corner of his mouth flowed uncontrollably, dripping onto the blood-red ground below.
His eyes were full of avarice for Hu Qi, as if he were already looking at a delicious al about to be devoured.
"Idiot! He’s yours just because you say so?"
The woman in the wedding dress holding the Ghost Head Saber curled her lip in a cold sneer full of mockery and disdain.
"The first kill on this guy is mine. I’ll kill anyone who tries to take it from !"
The giant’s voice was like a booming bell, reverberating through the enclosed space and making the very air tremble.
As his gruff voice fell, the two incredibly thick, black arms behind him slowly unfurled like a pair of enormous black fans.
And where his fingers should have been, razor-sharp claws grew instead, glinting nacingly in the crimson light.
"A bunch of trash, all squabbling. If everyone’s here, then attack together. Don’t waste my ti."
Hu Qi’s voice, calm and indifferent, echoed in everyone’s ears.
He had originally planned to just break out of this bizarre space directly.
However, upon seeing these modifi—oh, no, these script actors appear before him one by one,
he changed his mind on the spot.
His gaze swept over the crowd, and he spotted a few familiar figures: Wei Fan, Ouyang Shuokong, and Gao Qian.
They were currently standing inconspicuously at the back of the crowd.
"Fine! Since you can’t wait, I’ll grant your wish!"
The boy licked his lips excitedly. His pupils, which had looked sowhat normal, instantly dilated until his entire eyeballs turned pitch-black.
He crouched slightly, like a ferocious beast about to pounce on its prey, his muscles tensing as power surged wildly within him.
Then, he stomped hard on the ground. With a loud BOOM,
his figure teleported, appearing behind Hu Qi in the blink of an eye.
"Let have a taste of you!"
His expression was savage and greedy. In that instant, his mouth tore open in a terrifying manner all the way to his ears, revealing rows of dense, razor-sharp teeth that gave off a black, spectral gleam. Without hesitation, he lunged forward to bite Hu Qi!
However,
the next mont, his vision went black.
A large hand, radiating scorching heat, had covered his entire face.
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