Knock-knock!
"You're still alive?"
"Why the f*ck are all of you so eager to see dead?" Myne, hearing the familiar sentence, couldn't help but yell angrily. He didn't bother with politeness and pushed the door open, walking in.
The tentacle uncle hurriedly closed the door and looked at Myne with a complicated expression, clearly not expecting the other party to return in one piece.
In his eyes, Myne was just an ordinary person who had recently gained a useless ability. Although he could use an iron needle and bully a weakling like himself, he wasn't skilled enough to deal with the other residents and the monsters outside the door, despite having a cursed knife. After all, cursed objects were not easy to use.
"Are you injured?" The tentacle uncle saw the blood on Myne's body and imdiately reached out his hand. "I can secrete mucus with a hemostatic effect."
Myne looked at the dried blood on his clothes and rolled his eyes. "Stop! I'm not injured. This blood belongs to so unlucky guy."
"So, you successfully found the ingredients?" The tentacle uncle said excitedly. His duty had been replaced by Myne, but if Myne failed to complete it, he would naturally die, because he truly didn't dare to go out and hunt monsters.
Myne nodded, squinting his eyes, and said seriously, "That's not the point. Let ask you a question first."
"Is the toxin in your tentacles strong? What level of monsters can it affect?"
The tentacle uncle was taken aback by the sudden, strange question. "I don't know."
"Um? What?"
The tentacle uncle said quickly, "Because I only dare to attack the monsters around the apartnt. If it's that kind, I can knock it down in one go."
"Ah, so it knocks down level one pollution with ease, huh... Then lend so. I'll test its effect on other monsters for you."
"Just a little bit, I can't produce much..."
The tentacle uncle's voice suddenly stopped. He stared with wide eyes at Myne as he took out a large jar stolen from his kitchen, a 2L one. His face turned green in fright.
"Is this just a small loan? This is killing !"
"You can do it if you grit your teeth." Myne showed his white teeth and smiled sincerely, not forgetting to boast the other party's morals.
The tentacle uncle was in tears and could only stretch out his two tentacles weakly to continuously secrete toxins.
One minute later.
"One-tenth of it. I can't do it anymore."
"Hold on a little longer."
Five minutes later.
"It's only one-third of the way there. I'm really going to die."
"A man can't say no. Believe in yourself; you can do it."
Under Myne's urging, the toxin in the jar increased and finally reached the halfway point.
The tentacle uncle's face turned pale, and he collapsed to the ground, looking like he had lost a lot of weight.
Myne held the jar with satisfaction and opened the door. He turned around and said, "By the way, let remind you of sothing. Co out ten minutes before dinner ti tomorrow. I need to discuss sothing with these dear neighbours of ours."
The tentacle uncle stared blankly at Myne's smile.
He had no idea what the other party was going to do, but his intuition told him that sothing big was going to happen tomorrow.
...
"Woof!"
"Master!"
"All right, all right, don't be so excited," Myne pushed Ted away, who was showing excessive affection for no reason, and nodded at his new slave. He handed her the food prepared by the woman in red and ordered her to serve so to Ted, allowing her to eat the rest.
Then, he placed the jar filled with "Tentacle Uncle Toxie" under the bed. Before going into the bathroom to take a shower, he had killed quite a few monsters, and his clothes were soaked with dried blood.
Coming out of the bathroom, he saw Ted sleeping on the ground, while his new slave sat nervously on the edge of the bed, playing with her fingers. Because Myne had a habit of sleeping naked, he only wrapped a towel around his waist and lay down on the bed.
"Go, take a shower and rember to wash my clothes," He ordered coldly before closing his eyes and resting.
The woman had no choice but to nod. As a mother and housewife, she was proficient in such household chores. Half an hour later, she erged from the bathroom, fully clothes. She looked at Myne, who was lying on the bed and didn't know what to do. After all, Myne's room was quite small, and except for the bed, there was no place for her to sleep, unless she was willing to sleep on the ground like Ted.
Helplessly, she sat back down on the edge of the bed.
Myne slowly opened his eyes and shook his head, thinking that his new slave needed a lot of training.
"Remove your clothes and co here," Myne said, his voice laced with a hint of command.
The woman trembled to hear his order. If possible, she didn't want to sleep with a strange man, but she obviously had no choice and wasn't brave enough to exchange her dignity for death. So, after hesitating for a few minutes, she slowly removed her clothes and crawled under the quilt, lying down beside Myne.
"What is your na?" Just as the woman thought Myne would imdiately beco a beast and start having fun with her, he surprisingly asked her an unexpected question.
Previously, they had been running through the city for hours, and Myne hadn't spoken to her, only calling her "slave." She thought he wasn't interested in knowing her na or anything about her and was just going to treat her like a tool.
"Eva... Master."
"You have a nice na, Eva..." Myne didn't open his eyes, and the cold look on his face remained unchanged. He simply hugged her soft body tightly, lifted her leg, and positioned his little brother against her vagina, making her tremble. He then released her leg and made no further move.
Eva, who had closed her eyes and waited for Myne to proceed, found that even after five minutes, he hadn't moved. Confused, she opened her eyes, only to find that Myne's head was resting on her, and he had already fallen asleep.
Eva didn't know how to react to such a strange situation. For the next half hour, she thought countless random things, and in the end, she, who was also quite tired, fell asleep in Myne's warm and safe embrace with a smile on her face.
...
The next day.
The landlord dragged his heavy body out of the door on the third floor, his footsteps landing slowly on the ground.
The dimly lit corridor felt soothing.
In this apartnt, it was an entity that all residents feared, and no one dared to disobey the rules posted on the apartnt notice.
No one knew its true appearance. Whoever ca before it disappeared from the face of the world.
Now, it had to go downstairs to cook, turn the ingredients into food, and then select so things it needed.
Just as the landlord walked down the spiral staircase on the second floor, door number 9 opened a crack, and then a figure walked out of the room. This figure was naturally Myne.
He looked at the end of the dark corridor, sniffed the lingering scent in the air, and walked towards the third floor without looking back.
Myne wanted to take advantage of the ti when it was cooking to take a closer look at the third floor.
However, ti was very tight, only ten minutes at most.
Myne ca to the stairs. The third floor was an attic, now locked tightly with thick chains.
"Although there is no key, but..."
Myne saw a { ? }, which read, "{ Insert a thin wire and rotate it three tis clockwise, up and down, left and right, to open it, }" and a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"It seems that everyone in the city bought their locks from the sa shop," He chuckled, taking a wire from his pocket.
Ten seconds later, there was a clicking sound from the iron lock, and the chain loosened.
Myne slowly pushed open the door, holding a cursed knife and a clock in his hands, ready to guard against danger at any ti. After all, this was the landlord's secret room, the most dangerous place in the entire apartnt.
But the expected danger and terror did not occur.
Myne frowned and looked into the attic, as if he had entered a completely new world and saw an incredible scene.
He stood in the attic, his eyes flickering and then gradually calming down.
"If this is the truth, I can only say that in this seemingly crazy world, even this little bit of warmth is crazy, and full of creepiness."
This was a pink little house, devoid of darkness or horror. The room was brightly lit with white light, and all the walls and the ceiling were painted pink. A soft pink carpet was spread on the ground. The entire room was filled with cute dolls and girls' dresses.
Photo fras adorned the table.
The photo inlaid in the fra depicted a beautiful little porcelain doll girl, holding her father's hand and smiling sweetly.
But now, the girl's body lay in the cradle, and except for her head, the rest of her body was composed of other strange body parts, sewn together.
"I see..." Myne muttered, instantly understanding the entire story, and another idea popped into his head.
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