After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain Chapter 209: Your Peace Is Just Too Boring

The clock on the first floor hit 11:54.

Accompanied by a crackling sound, the sharp laughter of a child rang out from Room 602.

After making sure Rong Ya wouldn’t wake up, Rong Fan quickly brought Bo Jingmo up to the sixth floor.

As soon as the elevator doors opened, they heard the noise coming from 602. Rong Fan’s eyes narrowed, and he rushed over.

What was going on? It wasn’t the NPCs running into trouble—but the players encountering monsters?

He ran to the door of 602, first trying the doorknob, twisting it violently, but the lock didn’t budge. He could only start pounding hard on the door.

“Mu Chengsi!! Mu Chengsi!!”

“Can you hear ?!!”

The mont his voice ca out, everything inside 602 fell silent.

The child’s laughter and the sounds of things being thrown stopped, replaced by an eerie silence.

Cold sweat started to bead on Rong Fan’s forehead. He was about to knock again when suddenly a childish voice ca from behind the door.

“Who are you?”

It was Xiao Yun’s voice.

She sounded just like usual—but that was exactly what made it terrifying.

There were only a few of them living in the double-floor apartnt. How could Xiao Yun not recognize his voice?

Rong Fan gripped the handle tightly and spoke cautiously: “It’s Uncle Rong Fan, Xiao Yun. Is your mom ho?”

“Mom?” Xiao Yun sounded confused for a second, then suddenly burst out in a sharp laugh. “Yeah, yeah!! Mom’s here playing gas with Xiao Zhi! I’ll go get her!”

But after that, there was no more sound from behind the door.

Rong Fan’s heart instantly clenched. Could Mu Chengsi already be…

He checked the state of the aging door. Luckily, due to years of abandonnt, the lock was already starting to loosen.

He hesitated about using an item to break the door open—worried it might break character—when Bo Jingmo’s voice ca from behind him.

“Move.”

He froze for a mont and instinctively stepped aside.

The next second, a sharp wind whooshed past him. Dust blew up, and Rong Fan quickly shielded his face and closed his eyes.

With a loud “bang,” the door was violently kicked open.

Bo Jingmo calmly retracted his foot, his gaze casually sweeping toward the living room, where Xiao Yun stood, frozen.

The little girl was standing on a chaotic floor, holding a pair of scissors in her hand, her eyes wide, seemingly still in shock.

Rong Fan was stunned too.

Just like that… the door was kicked open so bluntly?

Bo Jingmo gave a glance and said in a flat tone, “Go in.”

Rong Fan snapped out of it, gave Bo Jingmo a deep look, and quickly walked inside.

But the man behind him didn’t rush to follow. He first turned to glance toward the stairwell, curling his lips slightly, then finally stepped into the apartnt.

After they disappeared through the doorway, soone opened the stairwell door. A woman looked toward the scene in 602, raising an eyebrow.

Little boyfriend’s quite helpful.

She played with the phone in her hand, then leisurely walked toward Room 606.

She placed her hand on the doorknob, gave it a gentle twist, and the door opened instantly.

Compared to the commotion in 602, 606 was eerily silent.

Yu Li lazily flipped on the light, humming a tune as she shut the door behind her. The “click” of the lock was as natural as if she were at ho.

Catching a whiff of blood in the air, her lips curled with amusent, and her tone turned light.

“So this is how the God of Peace treats his guests? Doesn’t even co out to say hello?”

As soon as she spoke, footsteps echoed from the room, and a teenage boy stepped into the living room.

Sa hairstyle and outfit—it was unmistakably Mu Shichen from earlier that day.

But now his appearance had completely changed. His eyes were pitch-black, blood stread from the corners of his eyes, his skin was ghostly pale, and he held a knife dripping blood from the tip—nothing about him matched the word “peace.”

And yet, this was the God of Peace in the instance.

If a player killed their monster-turned family mber, they would be judged by Mu Shichen at midnight.

But in Yu Li’s eyes, that was nothing more than a pretext for murder.

Mu Shichen hadn’t expected Yu Li to suddenly show up. He looked up at the clock on the wall, gripped his knife tighter, and spoke with an ambiguous tone.

“Midnight’s almost here. Why are you in my room?”

“Obviously, I ca to see how you kill people,” Yu Li replied lazily, showing no awareness of being a “guest.” Arms crossed, she wandered the living room, pushing open the half-closed bedroom door.

When she saw what was inside, her brows arched slightly. She shook her head and clicked her tongue in amusent. “What’s this? The God of Peace is killing his own roommate?”

Inside the brightly lit room, Zhang Jialin had his hands tied behind his back, curled in a corner with his mouth gagged. When he saw Yu Li, his eyes widened, and he let out muffled cries for help.

“Tch.” Mu Shichen sneered, twirling the knife in his hand. His tone turned sinister. “Serves him right for discovering my identity.”

He narrowed his eyes and slowly smiled. “Besides, so of these people have been a bit disobedient lately. Always forgetting the principles of peace. If Zhang Jialin dies, it’ll remind them how terrible it is to break the peace.”

“So?” Yu Li leaned against the doorfra, nodding toward Zhang Jialin. Her tone was idle. “You planning to make it look like he tried to kill you, and died because he disrupted peace?”

Classic NPC move.

It directly gave players a glaring clue: you absolutely cannot kill first.

That way, as long as no one attacked, everyone in the instance could survive. Because monsters couldn’t kill people, and people couldn’t kill monsters.

In their first life, the original characters only killed their families out of fear.

But players weren’t afraid. They were used to it. If they found the right backstory later and used family bonds to awaken their monster-turned relatives, they could clear the instance.

Yu Li sighed and said dully, “Well, that’s boring.”

No wonder the NPCs never killed players.

Mu Shichen didn’t quite understand what she ant and frowned. “What do you an, boring?”

He stepped to the door, looking at Zhang Jialin’s trembling body with excitent, raising his hand high as he spoke fervently: “This is so fun! Not only will it make them stop suspecting , they’ll know they have to uphold the peace principle. But co nightfall, when their loved ones turn into monsters, they won’t care about family anymore.”

When faced with a choice between love and horror, human instinct is selfish. They’ll only choose what benefits them! So of course they’ll kill the monster!

Mu Shichen almost burst out laughing. He couldn’t wait to see their pained, helpless expressions.

But right then, a woman’s faintly smiling voice ca from behind him.

“But your peace… is just too boring.”