Chapter 456: Chapter 435: Otaku Happy House
Secret Phoenix City’s Lower City District, ho to lower-inco civilians, is filled with buildings mostly old and dated, reflecting styles from a decade or even two decades ago. Crowded and bustling, it’s also the breeding ground for so cris, though not as exaggerated as the Blank District in sser City.
After nightfall, there are still quite a few pedestrians on the streets.
In a dimly lit alley, ghostly light flickers as Tang Qi slowly erges under the glow of a streetlight.
His gaze fixes on a nine-story building across the way, its brick and stone structure covered with patches of moss, its fire escape corroded.
“Black Sweater Street, number twenty-one, along with a dozen nearby buildings, is owned by the sa company specializing in rentals. The tenants are mostly laborers, lower-level white-collar workers, and folks who’ve co to the big city to make their mark.”
As this data flits through his mind, Tang Qi steps into the building.
At the reception, there’s a window fenced in with wire sh. A sleepy, slightly chubby middle-aged person with curly black hair, wearing a cat sweater, presides—eyes swollen with sleep. As Tang Qi’s glance sweeps by, a faint ghostly light surges forth.
“Human polluted by the aura of an evil spirit, their life force rapidly draining…”
With his expression hardening, Tang Qi strides past the reception, forgoing the elevator in favor of the staircase at the corner, climbing floor by floor.
The old building has very poor partitioning asures.
Just stepping onto the second floor, Tang Qi slls a thick, garbage-like stench wafting through the air.
At the sa ti, murmurs filter through from behind the doors of various tenants.
“It stinks so bad, it’s already been a week; when will this sll go away?”
“It must be that guy on the top floor, utterly disgusting.”
“It slls like a dead body, why doesn’t the administrator call the police to check?”
“Just bear with it. I’ve asked the old tenant next door, and every so often, so slovenly ghost moves into that top room. It gets better after a while and naturally disappears.”
“Disappear? As far as I know, slovenly ghosts don’t change that easily. If the sll’s gone, where did that person go?”
“Who knows? Who cares?”
…
As Tang Qi listens, he flickers into view on the top floor.
He doesn’t need to recall the data for the door number; following that unbearable stench, Tang Qi stands before a seemingly ordinary room.
When his gaze focuses, intense ghostly light spills forth.
[Extraordinary Creature: Eating House.]
[State: Normal.]
[Information Fragnt One: The evil spirit from the Exotic Realm fused with this room by coincidence, creating a horrific place. It allows tenants a period of happiness before devouring them.]
[Information Fragnt Two: It cannot be simply destroyed. If eliminated completely, the evil spirit within will be released, potentially polluting the surrounding buildings in an instant.]
[Information Fragnt Three: It cannot be startled or isolated. Preventing new tenants from moving in would also result in the evil spirit actively polluting other rooms.]
…
The stream of past Information Fragnts reveals why the Church, having learned of this room’s existence, did not demolish it.
Unless its weakness is found and it could be killed in one strike, any reckless action would trigger even more severe consequences.
Of course, this assus that the Church hasn’t deployed a senior Transcendent.
“As the Spiritual Tide grows more intense, various mysterious events are erupting. The Church and official forces both face personnel shortages, particularly with these ghost-related mysterious events. Neither the army nor the police can handle it. So even though civilians go missing here periodically, the Church turns a blind eye.”
With a soft sigh, Tang Qi presses the doorbell.
Thump!
From inside cos the first heavy thud, like sothing large dropping to the ground, imdiately followed by heavy gasping and the sound of heavy footsteps—as if a Saha Elephant is hiding inside.
“Who are you?”
“I’ve already said it many tis, I’m not moving out. I’m renting for many years. Yes, at least ten years.”
The door cracks open a sliver, chained by a lock, and a greasy face appears before Tang Qi.
This is an obese individual, clothed in a snug onesie, stained on the chest and elsewhere, hair like a bird’s nest, his puffed-up facial cheeks shining with grease, his tiny eyes filled with distrust, as if wary of an unwelco guest coveting his room.
And as he opens the door, a stench far more potent than before surges out.
Without hesitation, Tang Qi blocks his sense of sll.
“Let
in!”
Without further ado, Tang Qi casts an Illusion Spell that makes the man see him as his best friend.
As the door swings open, Tang Qi follows the fat man inside. Before observing the room, he notices the man’s legs are unimaginably thick, their movents accompanied by the sound of liquid splashing.
“Urine bag?”
Tang Qi guessed uncertainly, but the very next second he was sure of it.
It was a neither large nor small room with initially cozy furnishings and layout, all four walls covered with old-fashioned wallpaper. The kitchen and the bathroom were extrely tidy, and hanging on the wall-mounted cabinets were hand-woven cloth flowers. If one didn’t look at the area around the sofa, it resembled the room of a kind old granny.
A small living room partitioned off had a soft three-seater sofa that was no longer recognizable in its original form, heaped with various kinds of trash. Chips, burgers, pizzas, and so greasier food, as well as beer cans that had fallen to the ground.
Surprisingly, opposite the sofa, there was actually a television set that was playing a series.
“Television networks are very common in Jiatai City and Holy Eagle Nest City regions, and they are gradually spreading in Secret Phoenix City, but among those who can afford it, this person is certainly not included.”
“Hmm?”
While looking around, Tang Qi’s gaze fell on a cabinet in the corner.
There was a picture fra there, with half of a torn photo inside, showing a vibrant young man wearing a loose suit that made him look like a young man striving in a big city.
“Did he rent this room because of a breakup and then turned into this?”
A thought flickered, and Tang Qi had a guess in his mind.
At this mont, the fat man who had been engulfed by the sofa, indulging in the “Otaku Happy Life,” seed to finally rember Tang Qi, his good friend.
He gave a simple and honest smile, swept the trash beside him with his thick arms, and cleared a ‘clean’ spot full of stains, inviting Tang Qi over.
His smile was both mysterious and lecherous.
“Porter, co over and sit down, it’s rare that you visit, I’ll make sure you really enjoy yourself this ti.”
“Believe , once you sit on this sofa, you can get whatever you want satisfied—money, won, or anything else. Just think about it, and you’ll have it.”
“You know I like Rachel Green the most, right? She’s so dazzling, so beautiful, she turns the heads of all the tycoons in Holy Eagle Nest City, way better than that bitch I dumped, yet I’m not even worthy of licking her toes, but here… she’s mine.”
The last sentence, like so kind of magic spell, brought forth a nude and graceful figure that appeared out of thin air in front of the sofa, very real to the touch, with a gentle smile, snuggling into the fat man’s arms.
Along with the appearance of various types of food, even their fragrance was simulated.
“Porter, co on over, you like Angelina the most, don’t you? If you co and sit down, she’ll appear in your arms imdiately. Since you’re my best friend, I’ll let you stay here overnight. You’ll enjoy—wait, you’re not thinking of taking my room, are you?”
“Boom!”
The fatso, who had been showcasing his repulsively lecherous side, suddenly changed his expression, stood up abruptly, the fat on his body started to harden, his greasy face turned fierce, and his small eyes glinted with bloodthirstiness as he stared fixedly at Tang Qi.
A sowhat violent aura swept out, like that of an evil beast guarding its nest.
Tang Qi, who had already figured out the truth, did not see the fat man in his eyes at all. He walked straight toward the soft sofa and with a casual wave of his hand at the charging fat man, he pushed the obese body directly into the bathroom.
As Tang Qi stepped into that area, he saw that all filth and the beauties had disappeared, replaced by the scenery of the fourth floor of the Library Tower, reflecting the magnificent view of Green Dragon Ridge Lake outside the window with many not-quite-there figures flickering like Sally, Stanna, and Eva.
Unfortunately, Tang Qi was unimpressed.
So the scene flashed again, this ti turning into the Ancient Throne rising high into the starry sky, only this ti, it was not the deceased Leckter sitting on it, but Tang Qi himself, with a scene of the entire Federation kneeling below him.
Tang Qi was even more disappointed, his disdainful voice sounding.
“Stop struggling, you’re still better suited to creating Otaku Happy illusions. Don’t ss with these higher-level ones, the texture is too poor.”
“Roar!”
As soon as Tang Qi’s words fell, the entire room underwent a change without warning, with lurid yellow flas erging from nowhere. Beneath the charred wallpaper, disgusting muscles and viscous blood surged, and the soft sofa suddenly turned into a Blood Bowl gaping mouth, biting towards Tang Qi.
Before it could swallow Tang Qi, he suddenly felt a gaze of pity, coming from the box carried by the human in front of him.
Two large eyes were conjured up, greedily looking over, while a thought was communicated.
“Brother, take care.”
As the evil spirit was pondering the aning of these words, an unimaginable pain like a tide swept over it. Without knowing when, the lurid yellow evil spirit fla was completely covered by a terrifyingly red fla, which fundantally stripped its connection with the room.
Amidst the “hissing” sound, it was on the verge of death.
It wailed, trying to flee, attempting to contaminate other rooms.
But it couldn’t do so. A net made of golden Light Flas quietly enveloped the entire room.
In a few breaths, the Evil Spirit was dead.
Having added one more “Fuel,” Tang Qi glanced around and, finding no Curios or residual Pollution, he simply opened the door and prepared to leave.
A skinny young man, filled with confusion, walked out of the bathroom at that mont.
Just in ti to witness the illusion-like scene before him, then a warning echoed in his ear.
“Don’t eat too much; Rachel Green won’t like a fatso.”
ps: On Monday, I’m asking for everyone’s recomndation and monthly tickets, thank you.
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