Chapter 868: Chapter 847: Murderer in the Bar
Tick-tock!
Like the heavy rain wrapped in tal, tapping on Luo Di’s shoulder like a finger.
He had already put on his hood and wrapped himself in a raincoat.
As the only selected candidate for the Black Door, he stood on an otherwise ordinary street, not in an ancient city, but in a modern street replicated according to human civilization.
Only one shop was open on this street, and only the streetlight in front of it provided faint illumination.
This place wasn’t unfamiliar; Luo Di had been here long before, and not just once.
[Black Bar]
A place gathering all murderers derived from horror culture, it was also the place Luo Di once longed for the most. His idols lived inside, and he himself was a junior mber of the bar.
However,
This ti, upon coming here in a true sense, his mindset had drastically changed.
He wasn’t here to see idols or to enjoy entertainnt. Most likely, he was just passing by, needing the bar as a transit point to go deeper.
The Great Selection was in its latter half, and as an ascendant, he needed to find and contact the Prison Director’s arm quickly.
A pitch-black card separated from his body.
“Black Door mbership Card”
This was the [reward] Luo Di obtained during an exploration in an ordinary dungeon, allowing him further contact with the bar. This contact not only gave him insight into killing but was also crucial in taking down the Clown Joke.
Knock-knock~
This ti, there’s no need for Luo Di to hand over the card; a gentle knock opened the bar door for him.
Today, the bar was quite an anomaly,
no longer a scene of chaos and bacchanalia.
All the murderers inside appeared very quiet, with everyone watching, including Luo Di’s idol.
After the baptism of the Original Dungeon,
after the first half of the Great Selection.
Luo Di’s comprehension had greatly improved, and he could see the true nature of these murderers at a glance, roughly understanding the true origins of these cinematic characters.
‘The Prison Director, though dead, had set everything up early, including the specific selection chanism and related world alterations.
To allow humans on Earth, who had never touched this system, to adapt to fear and understand fear more quickly.
Not to make everyone contact those dangerous, illusory old fears from the beginning.
But to let them grow step by step from the fear culture that evolved during human civilization.
These murderers were created directly by the Prison Director or the Corner itself.
The thod was simple, referring to the divine residue encountered in the ancient realms… The Prison Director’s arm stored massive divinity, even more than enough divinity.
So divinity related to the Black Door was actively separated and combined with the literary images in human consciousness, thus creating these murderers.
The more classic the image, the more deeply rembered by more people, the stronger the murderer created.
However, at the end of the day… these are just ‘creations,’ unable to gain any improvent, unchanged since their birth.
They are created solely to assist the entire selection process.
Whether appearing in the dungeon event or the current Great Selection, the essence is the sa.
If I’m not mistaken, before I touch the Prison Director’s arm, I might have to do battle in the bar.
All the murderers here might beco the targets of combat.’
Thinking of this, Luo Di felt a bit excited.
He knew how perfectly the Prison Director recreated classic horror film roles, and Luo Di had experienced it firsthand, even allowing a classic role to descend upon him through his mbership card.
Now, Luo Di believed he was qualified to fight head-on with idols, to gain further improvent, to gain insight into the Black Door divinity, and prepare fully to touch the Prison Director’s arm.
As he eagerly anticipated, sothing approached from behind.
Even with a highly focused spirit, even with Hua Yuan’s assistance, he didn’t notice anyone approaching…
A hand was slowly reaching over,
though nothing was sensed,
Luo Di’s spine trembled slightly, the reverse symbol etched in the middle of the spine seed lightly activated, he instinctively made a drawing motion.
Just as he was about to complete the “Reverse Slash.”
Snap!
His shoulder was pressed upon, accompanied by a special force, his reverse-slash motion was forcibly halted.
Only then did Luo Di truly notice soone behind him and turned his head abruptly.
It was the familiar bartender, also the only presence Luo Di couldn’t confirm the exact identity of or discern the essence of.
The figure did not fit any classic murderer image, yet served as the bar’s Manager, even bestowing Luo Di’s mbership personally.
Today, the bartender appeared different, not in the usual work attire but clad in a finely tailored all-black suit, from head to toe.
Face also “unseeable” as if a fuzzy mosaic obscured it.
The bartender nodded, assessing: “You… have changed a lot. No longer that kid who only chased ‘movie roles,’ but truly found your path.
This reverse essence sowhat exceeded my expectations.
Moreover, you’re turning the film interest into your essence.”
“Senior!”
Luo Di instinctively called respectfully, cold sweat followed. It was his first ti seeing anyone who could instantly suppress a “Reverse Slash,” and even now, he was immobilized.
The bartender’s power was imasurable, estimated to be akin to the plague that took Jia Wen, either a colleague or a subordinate of the Prison Director.
The bartender inclined towards direct slaughter, possibly the strongest Black Door being among the Prison Director’s subordinates.
“You probably already guessed what to do, according to the Prison Director’s rules. Black Door participants coming here will partake in a killing draw.
Randomly select three murderers for confrontation, and definitely draw a [Classic Series].
However, as the first and only participant here, and also a mber of the bar, you should have privileges.
I will give you more opportunities.
You will draw five murderers to duel, and surely draw two [Classic Series]. Once successfully passed, you will have the chance to fight directly.
No matter the outco,
you will be sent to the deepest part, with the opportunity to contact the [Prison Director’s Arm].”
“Great!”
Faced with more challenges, not only was Luo Di unafraid, but he beca excited.
Moreover, he was curious about what kind of strength this bartender, the Prison Director’s subordinate, possessed, and how far he was from the top.
He went to the bar to draw cards.
He drew out three silver cards, and two golden cards.
“Short-handled Axe” – Victor Rockley
“Child’s Play” – Chucky (Charles Lee Ray)
“Midnight Cannibal Train” – Mahogny
“Halloween” – Michael Myers
“Friday the 13th” – Jason Heworth
Upon seeing these brilliant, exquisitely made cards with character images plated on them, Luo Di, who had been slashing through, instantly reverted to the curious nature of an ordinary young man, eyes gleaming with pure interest.
“Senior, can I keep these cards after the battles?”
“You can… and you haven’t taken one card yet.”
The bartender retrieved a pitch-black card from his suit’s inner lining, visible in the darkness, displaying an image visible in the light.
It was the bartender himself, the card revealed a specific appearance: a rather handso Eastern youth.
At the bottom of the card, Chinese and English were inscribed.
——Yi——
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