Chapter 159 - Security

Chapter 159: Chapter 145 SecurityThe faint echoes of plush paw steps treading the corridors outside grew louder; the army of dolls had discovered this place and was now encircling the lounge.

Andre silently drew his straight sword, his lips quickly moving as he muttered verses from the Bible, while Bai Lang’s face tightened, with vipers coiling under his black robe.

"Under the security rules, there are a few lines of nearly dried-up, scribbled blood writing. It must have been left by someone who stayed in the security room before.

The message in blood reads: ."

Su Jie’s speech slowed as he tried to make out the writing—since the translation function of the killing field system is quite intelligent. If the original handwriting is unclear, then the translated result will also be ambiguous.

"..." Li Cheng’s mind raced, summarizing all the clues in hand, quickly pondering every possibility.

"They’re here!"

Bai Lang couldn’t afford to be as leisurely; the relentless steps grew louder and closer, followed by a loud "bang" as the door was forcefully kicked open, letting a stream of dolls pour in.

A battle erupted instantly, sword shadows and knife lights glittering under the lights, chanting and serpent hisses piercing the air together, limbs flying, blood splattering the walls.

"Before we went on the mission,"

Li Cheng pressed his Bluetooth earpiece, blocking outside noise, and asked in a grave voice, "Did you hear the air raid siren?"

"Yes, it lasted about seven minutes."

"Was there a castle visible at that time?"

"Hmm, it was in the Future World area. I didn’t dare to go there."

"Good, try to bring a small piece of the blood writing and as many security uniforms as possible, and meet in Future World in five minutes."

Li Cheng turned around; the already narrow tunnel was now packed with the doll army, fluffy heads as far as the eye could see.

"Excuse me." His tone was even as he grasped the Nuclear Energy Lighter in his palm, rolling the wheel to the highest setting.

While still fighting, Andre delivered a whip kick that sent two dolls flying, and Bai Lang released his Feeding Snake skill, recalling the snakes to his side.

Click.

The lighter lid gently opened, emitting a crisp sound. A tiny flame flickered at the wick, which then expanded thousands of times in an instant, transforming into a dragon and fiercely bombarding the tunnel.

The unique tunnel structure amplified the fire’s power, raging flames consuming everything, with a buzzing sound of hot air swirling around his ears, and faintly, sharp screeches—unclear whether it was from the dolls’ scorched plush surfaces or their own screams.

Li Cheng snapped shut the scorching Nuclear Energy Lighter; in just twenty seconds, a significant amount of lighter fuel was consumed, yet the effect was equally significant.

Ahead, the tunnel was cleared, all dolls reduced to char, strewn across the floor, none left standing.

"Let’s go." Li Cheng strode through the tunnel, paying no heed to Bai Lang whose expression changed repeatedly.

No wonder Bai Lang struggled to keep his composure; the air in the tunnel was filled with the foul smell of scorched fluff and the savory scent of roasted flesh. Shadows of charred bodies marked the walls, and players’ shoes slightly stuck to the floor with each step—the semi-melted, tar-like biotic grease.

A few dolls, with exceptionally strong Life Force, had withstood the high-temperature roasting, still lying on the ground squirming, swinging their charred arms in an attempt to attack.

As a member of the Demon Scientist Alliance, Bai Lang considered himself far more resilient than the average person, having faced and dissected Hell Demons numerous times with guild seniors.

But faced with a scene akin to Hell itself, he still couldn’t suppress his biological instincts, his stomach churning uncomfortably.

Priest Andre walked firmly, indifferent to his surroundings, while Li Cheng, clad in his lightweight Daoist robe, looked ahead with a cold gaze.

’Compared to these two monsters, I feel more like a normal person.’

Bai Lang silently complained to himself, having to keep a stern face to maintain his dignity, he tried to remain as calm and composed as possible.

He didn’t know that Li Cheng had already activated the Multi-threaded Brain Domain Method, mentally drifting off, his mind even wandering to thoughts like, "Let’s have barbecue tonight..."

Suddenly, a chilling sensation of being watched crept up on him, and Li Cheng’s steps briefly became imperceptible.

He didn’t stop, his body kept moving forward, his eyes darting left and right from the corners.

Andre and Bai Lang also felt the sensation of being watched; the three exchanged glances, confirming the feeling, and silently continued on.

The sense of being secretly observed grew stronger, and abruptly, something blew a chill on the back of Andre’s neck.

"Huh—"

Andre spun around and slashed with his straight sword engraved with Church patterns, deeply embedding it into the reinforced concrete wall, cutting through air.

"Teeheehee."

A bell-like laughter sounded from behind the dense pipes above their heads. A petite princess doll dashed across the shadows and vanished from sight.

Bai Lang’s eyelids twitched; he had discreetly activated the Feeding Snake Spell earlier, keeping a very cautious watch around him, but he completely failed to catch sight of the origin of the doll figure.

"..." Andre silently wiped his neck, where a deep crack had been silently slit, continually bleeding—if it weren’t for his quick reaction, his head might have been severed by now.

Andre drank Holy Water to suppress his injury, and the three hurried out of the tunnel, back to the surface, breathing fresh air once more. Nearby, a few large dolls noticed their movements and staggered towards them.

"Less than half an hour until sunset."

Bai Lang glanced at the setting sun and spoke quickly, "The visitor’s card should still work. While there aren’t many dolls around, let’s finish the remaining amusement activities and leave this... Why are you guys looking at me like that?"

As he spoke, Bai Lang felt the strange gaze of Li Cheng and Andre, hurriedly touching his face, he pulled off a clump of brown hair from between his fingers.

A chill ran through his body; in a rush, Bai Lang summoned Feeding Snake and observed himself through the snake’s point of view, only to discover hair about an inch long had grown on parts of his cheeks, neck, and calves—both resembling a moldy fruit and... those dolls.

It wasn’t just him; Andre and Li Cheng also started growing hair that could be torn off in large clumps. The only good news, perhaps, was that the hair did not spread further or regrow.

"Why is this happening? Did we break any rules?" Bai Lang took a deep breath, he didn’t want to stay here for another second.

"Visitor protocol number eleven, when the air raid siren sounds, one must proceed to a telephone booth for shelter."

Li Cheng collected the hair falling from his body, not wanting to end up a ’red-haired Tienshi with an ominous old age’. "There are two ways to interpret this rule, first, the telephone booth acts as a protective barrier that ensures safety.

Second, only the telephone booth is safe, and being anywhere else is considered breaking the rule.

If it’s the former, it’s fine, but if it’s the latter, then we already broke the rule."

"That’s impossible!" Bai Lang spoke gravely: "The killing field wouldn’t issue a task with inevitable death or set traps like some video games’ ’door kills’ that give no chance to players.

This air raid siren has been ringing continuously, leaving no room for players to move."

"Normally, that would be the case, but don’t forget, the objective given by the killing field is ,

not . There’s a big difference between the two."

Li Cheng calmly said: "There are three guides in the park, corresponding to visitors, employees, and security. Each of these roles has their advantages and disadvantages, as well as ways to leave the park."