Chapter 119: Night Parade of a Hundred Demons (10)

Not only Felix, but everyone on Floor 1 was terrified.

The door’s durability kept dropping, losing 2 durability per second.

That speed was too horrifying, leaving them unable to react at first. But they quickly snapped out of it, using resources to Repair the door and increase its durability.

Watching his two women continuously use planks and metal to try to maintain the door’s durability, Felix felt fear claw at his heart.

“What the hell was that weapon just now?” Felix muttered. “How can an item with that kind of terrifying damage even exist?”

Felix’s thinking was reasonable, because from the first round until now, he had never seen any weapon or item with damage that high.

Back then, he had thought it was because his level was too low to access such items. But he was wrong.

In fact, other Survivors had also explored and discovered that aside from boosting the power of Abilities, most items could barely deal massive damage.

That was because the System was restricting bugs.

It seemed the System didn’t want items to become too strong, making Survivors rely on them.

Felix frowned. “Or maybe she got that item from a side mission, but… would her Owner really allow her to possess something that terrifying?”

He shook his head. Thinking more wouldn’t solve anything. Better to focus on the current round.

He opened the chat panel. Sure enough, everyone was complaining and discussing what had just happened.

XXX: Motherfucker! Seriously? That bitch has a mini nuke or what?

XXX: What happened?

XXX: I just heard a huge explosion downstairs. Monsters attacking?

XXX: No! The bitch we were talking about earlier threw a bomb, blew up the whole corridor, and the door durability kept dropping, 2 durability per second.

XXX: What?! 2 durability per second? Are you kidding me? Is your door a Level 2 door?

XXX: No! Level 3, and it’s even an armored door, with insanely high defense.

XXX: Fuck! A Level 3 armored door, and it still drops 2 durability every second. Is that an atomic nuke bomb or something?

XXX: I think so too. Lucky the structure doesn’t take any damage, or the whole building would’ve collapsed.

XXX: Fuck! It’s just one bitch. How can she keep hopping around like this?

XXX: Calm down. An item with that kind of attack power, she definitely doesn’t have many. Maybe… she was cornered, so she used it.

XXX: You’re right. A high-damage item like that has to be extremely rare. There’s no way she has enough to use it repeatedly.

Felix: Alright! Hold on a little longer. She won’t be able to keep hopping around for long.

Felix closed the chat interface and let out a sigh. This was the first time his plan had run into this many unexpected twists.

But… he believed he wouldn’t fail this time.

….

Outside, fire and smoke blanketed the entire space. The zombies had been blown to pieces.

Selina stood on the staircase leading up, frowning, her eyes locked on the thick, terrifyingly hot smoke ahead.

In truth, it wasn’t some weird item at all, but a bomb Nanoe had created.

Ever since that side mission, Nanoe had felt more and more strongly that there would be many missions or rounds where Abilities would be locked.

So she had crafted a kind of bomb using her Ability. Very simple, like the fire bullets she had used before. This time, with [Destruction Fire], everything was even simpler.

She could easily create a fire bomb with extremely terrifying explosive power.

But not many. Each time she made one, her Spirit was almost completely drained.

That was why Nanoe could only give Selina three fire bombs.

Of course, Selina also knew that unless it was the most dangerous moment, she wouldn’t use them.

Whoosh!

At that moment, a black shadow burst out of the smoke. It was a Zombie Hunter.

Its body was charred black, one arm missing, and strange green blood was still leaking from multiple wounds.

It looked like it had gone berserk, charging at Selina with all its might.

Selina wasn’t afraid. She gripped her foil sword tightly and traced a circle through the air.

WHOOSH!

A shriek of wind rang out. A dazzling sword light flashed, plunging the surrounding space into darkness.

CLANG!

The sword light struck the Hunter, carving a horrifying gash from shoulder to abdomen, splitting it open and sending green blood gushing like a fountain.

The Hunter was thrown backward, but it quickly stabilized itself.

However, Selina suddenly appeared right in front of it, her sword tip thrusting forward.

In that tiny instant, the Hunter couldn’t defend in time, and the sword tip immediately pierced through its head.

The Hunter stood still for a long moment, its blade-arm trembling as if to resist, but…

SMASH!

Selina pulled her sword out, fresh blood spraying everywhere. The Hunter collapsed onto the ground with a thud, its body slowly turning into ash before completely vanishing.

She let out a breath of relief.

But at this moment, the bell rang again…

Clink! Clink! Clink!

Narok, hiding behind, immediately shouted, “Run! It’s Wave 5, it’ll definitely be stronger than those zombies just now.”

Selina glanced at Narok, sighed, and said, “You always want to run. So… let me ask you, where exactly are you planning to run to?”

“Ack!” Narok scratched his head in embarrassment. He just wanted to find somewhere to shove his face so Selina wouldn’t see him anymore.

Selina shook her head, stopped paying attention to him, and moved toward the lobby.

Sure enough, just as she thought.

Death Skeleton was swaying the lantern on its scythe. The bell sounds came from inside that lantern.

From within the fog, shadowy figures appeared, slowly moving toward the entrance.

“Those are…” Selina jolted, remembering Phase 3 of Round 1, when they had to deal with the souls of dead Survivors.

Seeing those spirits, Narok jolted and stammered, “W-what… what the hell is that? Ghosts?!”

“Hm!? You’ve never encountered soul-type monsters like this?” Selina asked in confusion.

Narok shook his head. “Never!”

He backed away in fear. Right now, he truly wanted to run. If he had known defending would be this hard, facing all kinds of bizarre monsters like this, then even if someone gave him a mountain of gold, he still wouldn’t dare come outside.

Narok wanted to slap himself. Chasing after Selina for no reason, and now look at him. Before Wave 6, he couldn’t return to the [Destination Point] zone.

Selina noticed something strange and frowned. “So… the rounds you cleared never had monsters like this?”

“Not at all! Alright, stop talking, okay? Run!” Narok hurriedly said. His legs were trembling violently.

Selina glanced at the spirits, then smiled. “Run to Floor 5 and hide there. If I can’t hold, I’ll come back for you.”

“About that…” Narok hesitated, thinking that Selina seemed to have a way to kill these spirits.

After all, she looked like she’d encountered this type before. She definitely knew how to deal with them. A desire rose in him to stay by her side and fight with her.

That way, he could earn more of her favor.

But at this moment, Narok’s mouth fell open. The instant he saw what had just appeared, the thought that had risen in his heart instantly shattered.

A spirit over two meters tall, its body like a sphere formed by countless souls.

It didn’t roll. Instead, it moved using countless arms and legs growing from beneath it. On its head were tentacles like an octopus’s, five to seven meters long, writhing.

Narok sucked in a breath. In his entire life, from birth until now, he had never seen anything so bizarre and terrifying.

Like it came from hell itself, challenging humanity’s imagination and fear.

Worse still, faces protruding outward were screaming miserably, as if enduring unbearable pain.

Narok glanced at Selina and saw she had no intention of moving. He immediately turned and left.

He wasn’t stupid.

Women were everywhere. If he needed women, his older sister would definitely help him find a beautiful woman to satisfy his lust.

But he only had one life.

If he died, everything ended.

However… he still felt guilty and didn’t want to leave.

He gritted his teeth, pulled out a vial of medicine, tossed it to Selina, then turned and ran.

Selina caught the vial and watched Narok’s back. Smiling, she muttered, “Looks like… I’ve found an innocent but rich fool.”

TOOOOT!!!

Suddenly, a whistle-like sound came from the holes in those tentacles, making anyone who heard it shiver in fear.

The sound was heavy, like it pierced straight into the mind, triggering the most primal fear.

Selina frowned, feeling her body tremble slightly. Indeed, facing a horde of spirits like this still filled her with fear.

Suddenly, while she wasn’t paying attention, a spirit had appeared right in front of her without her even knowing when.

Selina tried to retreat, but very quickly, the spirit’s head suddenly split apart, and then a tentacle instantly plunged into her head.

Her movement abruptly stopped.

Selina stood still, eyes wide, expressionless, her body like it had been petrified, unable to move.

The spirit in front of her belonged to a woman. Seeing Selina frozen, countless other tentacles extended from that split head, wrapping Selina tightly, then dragging that spirit to merge into Selina’s body.

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