"So, you’re trying to play mind gas with , huh..." Wang Linchi’s expression darkened.
He had deliberately gone for the dangerous room, but it turned out that, except for his room, all the others were fake. If he hadn’t entered, the others might have all been trapped.
Room 401 was safe for now.
The reason he said ’for now’ was because the entire Night Hotel was an Erroneous Sin. It was just that they operated according to rules and wouldn’t act outside of them.
But speaking of which, how does the Ga System manage it? Logically, with so many Erroneous Sins gathered together, they’d either all crash or rge into a single Erroneous Sin. How do they maintain their individualities? Wang Linchi pondered this.
This was rather illogical.
Also, how did the Ga System manage to keep the Erroneous Sins so docile?
Yes, these Erroneous Sins were extrely docile. Normally, although they killed based on their rules, they would pursue their targets relentlessly, trying their utmost to make people fall into their traps, rather than being so passive.
Unless the Ga System found a way to establish a balance among all the Erroneous Sins. Players would then act as the catalyst to break this balance, allowing the Ga System to gradually gain control over these Erroneous Sins.
Wang Linchi imdiately thought of this. Otherwise, it was unlikely the Ga System would undertake such a thankless task.
As he was thinking, Wang Linchi heard so movent outside the window. He turned and saw a remarkably clear, slender human silhouette outside the tightly closed window.
"This is absurd. I’m on the fourth floor, not the first." Wang Linchi could see the upper half of the slender silhouette.
How long must its legs be? Did it get here on stilts?
"And I have curtains, and it’s night outside. For its shadow to be this clear... it’s a complete disregard for the laws of optics," Wang Linchi said helplessly.
Then again, optics might have already broken down. Considering even the fundantal rules here are erroneous, whether optics still existed was a valid question.
Getting up, he went over and yanked open the curtains, only to see a hideous, ghastly face with a decaying body pressed against the windowpane.
Wang Linchi glanced down.
This thing wasn’t ridiculously all legs below the neck; it was simply clinging to his windowsill.
As they locked eyes, two lines of bloody tears stread down the ghastly face.
"You scared ! Compensation!" Wang Linchi stated expressionlessly.
Before this Erroneous Sin could react, Wang Linchi opened the window.
The mont it opened, he triggered its killing rule. It transford into a black shadow and lunged at Wang Linchi. The mouth on the ghastly face, initially just a slit, instantly stretched wide, its upper and lower jawbones dislocating as it beca enormous, snapping at Wang Linchi’s head, trying to bite it off in one go.
However, before it could reach him, the Saint Master grabbed the lunging figure.
"As the initial period passed, these things have beco less afraid of ," Wang Linchi couldn’t help but remark. "Truly, the new generation surpasses the old."
He rembered when the Shadow of Devourer, an Erroneous Sin, first encountered him, it hadn’t dared to approach. Its own rules had clearly sensed sothing unsettling about Wang Linchi—like his Soul Resemblance, their nesis.
The Book of Records might be a letdown, but as long as I’m not, it’s fine.
Or perhaps, because this one is a different ’species,’ it didn’t sense it? Wang Linchi wondered, watching the Saint Master forcibly knead this Erroneous Sin into a ball. Under the Jumbo Strength, it was compressed quite nicely.
Wang Linchi casually closed the window, then wondered if he should heat up a pot and add so oil.
Eating it raw would be truly disgusting. Wang Linchi wasn’t concerned about its humanoid appearance, but rather that it would taste awful.
Even the cooked Shadow of Devourer had been incredibly foul. If he ate this one raw, his frugal nature might prevent him from spitting it out, but he’d feel wretched for a long ti afterward.
He had indeed adapted to the taste of the Shadow of Devourer before, but after so long, he didn’t know if his adaptation was still in effect. Theoretically, his adaptation should still be active. After all, with the adaptive evolution of the Dragon Soul Saint Main, his sense of taste was naturally part of that evolution.
Forget it, I’ll cook it a little. Even if it ans losing so nutrients, I’m not short on those right now. It’s better if it’s easier to get down. Wang Linchi finally decided to be kind to himself, to avoid ruining his palate.
After rummaging around the room, he found an electric kettle.
He glanced at the ghastly faced shadow, then sighed helplessly. "Sorry, kettle. I’m afraid I have to be a bit uncivilized this ti."
He planned to use the electric kettle to boil the ghastly faced shadow.
But after the water started boiling, he hesitated. What if soone before him had already been uncivilized and boiled socks, underwear, or instant noodles in this kettle?
If he then used it for cooking, wouldn’t that be even more disgusting? After all, this was a hotel; anything was possible.
At this thought, Wang Linchi’s expression turned grim.
"Saint Master, let’s switch to barbecue," Wang Linchi said, feeling rather helpless.
The Saint Master imdiately smashed the bed, wardrobe, and other wooden items. Then, using the Dragon Talisman to start a fire, he directly held the ghastly faced shadow over it to roast.
With the Saint Master’s fire resistance and physique, he was completely unfazed by the power of his own Dragon Talisman. If he couldn’t even withstand it himself, how could he use it, let alone fire it from his mouth?
I thought I might find another two under the bed or in the wardrobe, but there was nothing. A bit disappointing. Wang Linchi couldn’t help but think of standard horror movie setups.
"I’ll go check the bathroom," Wang Linchi said. "You make sure it’s cooked through."
Under the bed, in the wardrobe, and the bathroom—the holy trinity of horror movie scares. He hadn’t found anything in the first two; he felt the bathroom must have sothing.
Opening the bathroom door, he found it wasn’t as dirty and ssy as he’d imagined. Say what you will, it was a hotel, however small, so the hygiene was bound to be decent.
Wang Linchi’s target was clear: he headed straight for the washbasin.
Generally, things wouldn’t appear in the toilet bowl. After all, he’d never encountered a ghost on the verge of taking a dump. An Erroneous Sin, though not a ghost, probably wouldn’t be *that* bizarre... right?
Looking at the vanity mirror above the washbasin, Wang Linchi reached out and played rock-paper-scissors with his reflection.
Unfortunately, they tied every ti.
He neither won nor lost, which ant the mirror was fine.
Sigh, the harvest is a bit ager. I’ve been here this long and only encountered these few.
Previously, one might have been enough to last him two or three days’ rations. Now, one was barely a couple of mouthfuls.
As his strength increased, his spiritual power, now in the tens of millions, was naturally much stronger than before.
If there hadn’t even been this much change, wouldn’t all his efforts have been for nothing?
He turned on the faucet, and a blood-red liquid flowed out. Before Wang Linchi could even register his surprise, the water cleared up again.
Watching the water flicker between red and clear left him sowhat baffled.
"What’s wrong with you? Others have their ’monthly visitor,’ are you having a ’per-second visitor’ or sothing...?" Wang Linchi muttered, unable to pinpoint the entity’s true form, and finally just turned off the faucet.
After a thorough look around, he concluded that the only crisis in the room so far was the ghastly faced shadow, and even then, as long as he didn’t open the window, there was no danger.
So, if one was bold enough, they could basically get through the first night safely as long as they entered the correct room and didn’t cause any trouble.
Leaving the bathroom, he saw the ghastly faced shadow had been roasted until it curled up, dark and looking almost burnt to a crisp.
"A stress response, or has it activated self-preservation?" Wang Linchi mused, tearing off a piece of flesh from the ghastly faced shadow and popping it into his mouth to taste.
The mont he did, his eyes widened.
"This taste... it’s damn overwhelming!" Wang Linchi forced himself to swallow it despite the peculiar, foul taste and the unbearable urge to gag.
When the flesh entered his stomach, it lted instantly. Before it could even proceed to the intestines for absorption by his body, it was devoured by the Book of Soul Resonance.
Eating all of it should provide with a 1-point increase to my ntal Power Capacity Limit. Wang Linchi sensed the subtle increase in his power.
It was a small amount, but it was certainly convenient.
If one were to resort to Hang Up, even with vast amounts of Experience Value, it would still require a corresponding amount of ti.
Besides this, Wang Linchi also extracted two things from this small piece of flesh: the two rule-powers of Order and Chaos.
They’re a bit muddled. I’ll need to purify them before they can be used.
These two powers were as twisted out of shape as fish exposed to nuclear radiation, likely contaminated by ’Error’.
After purification, the usable amount would probably be very small; the ’healthy’ portions were pitifully scarce. Sotis, he couldn’t even extract what he wanted.
It was a good thing this stuff was edible; otherwise, Wang Linchi would have really suffered a big loss.
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