I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 91, page 1.7, section 8: Lias's Voyage
Hidden in the shadows, Shui Qi witnessed almost the entire event; her narrow blue eyes held nothing but disbelief and fear.

He gripped his trembling hand, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

What he feared was not that his collaborator Shu Ming was pushed into the water, but that Shu Ming fell in without any resistance, as if bewitched, willingly accepting his death.

Shui Qi felt very cold and shivered...

I couldn't help but hug myself to try and warm myself up, but inside I was still terrified and felt icy cold.

"Mammon..."

That murmur startled Shui Qi. As the most outstanding intelligence officer in the Strategist Association, he had spent countless hours trying to understand this world, including the rumors of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Mammon is the embodiment of greed and the only boss in the Seven Deadly Sins whose information cannot be purchased. He is even more mysterious than Adele, at least in terms of Lust—Adele's deeds are numerous, and we can always deduce something from her. But greed, apart from Mammon, has nothing else to offer.

This is very abnormal...

Shui Qi was always most proud of his keen intuition, which was why he had survived until now. But sometimes he still wished his intuition wasn't too sharp, because this Mu Yegui was completely different from those he had encountered before. If the previous ones were blank sheets of paper devoid of emotion, then this one was a perfect work of art, calm yet brimming with danger.

Shui Qi frowned and instinctively chose to flee, completely unaware that as he left, her cold, silver vertical pupils glanced casually in the direction he had been standing, as if he were just a mouse unworthy of her attention.

He had originally arranged to talk with Shu Ming, but when he came out at the agreed time, he found Shu Ming talking to Mu Yegui. Perhaps out of curiosity, he didn't go out and stayed in the corner, listening to the two of them talk from a distance.

Shu Ming, whom he once regarded as one of his own and wanted to compete with, died so easily. For the first time, Shui Qi realized the reality of this world. Compared to the various means of survival he had outside, none of them were allowed here, leaving only the simplest form of hand-to-hand combat.

Killing someone is really easy; after all, human life is so fragile. Once the neck is broken, the person is gone.

Shui Qi was betrayed by his companions in the beginner dungeon, so he retaliated and killed all the other players except himself. At that time, he was just treating this world as a game.

Only now, after witnessing the death of Shu Ming, whom he considered a formidable rival, did he realize that he was wrong. No matter what, you only have one life, and once it's gone, it's gone forever.

Therefore, he was determined to survive, at any cost.

"Oh, I didn't expect you to come looking for me so late." A gentle female voice suddenly came from the doorway she was passing by, and Shui Qi paused slightly. Looking up, she saw the door number 0355 in the dim light.
"I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk. There was something going on in 0302. I heard something being locked inside. When I passed by, they were banging on the door violently, but for some reason, no one noticed or heard it," Moya said, pondering what had just happened.

“That door is locked, they shouldn’t be able to escape,” Fernana thought.

"It's better to be safe than sorry. Luckily, young master Lias was asleep, otherwise it would have been troublesome."

Shui Qi decided not to listen any further after hearing this, so she turned and left.

Inside the cabin of 0355, however, there was only one person throughout: a woman with a gentle, serene smile. Sometimes she spoke in Moya's voice, sometimes in her own, talking to herself, while a tape recorder beside her kept ticking numbers.

The real Moya stood quietly in front of 0203, listening to the loud noise of the door being slammed, his expression calm and indifferent.

"That stupid, filthy woman, Fernana, she can use anyone, right?" She took a magnetic card from her pocket and placed it on the electronic lock. With a 'ding-ding,' the lock opened. The door slowly opened, and a putrid, foul smell wafted out. The woman who had been standing in front of the door was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a broken magnetic card and a gleaming silver coin on the ground.

The crisp sound of bones colliding filled the air. The finger on the left hand, missing a bone, rested on the doorframe. The metacarpal bone was clearly visible, but the two bones above it seemed to be floating, as if the missing bone hadn't disappeared but had simply become invisible.

A white skeleton wandered aimlessly through the cruise ship's corridors, the crisp sound of bones clattering against each other carrying a deep sense of terror and dread with every step.

It randomly chose a door, punched it open, and went inside.

A bloodcurdling scream echoed down the corridor...

Daolin, who lived next door, was suddenly awakened. He seemed to hear some strange noises. It sounded like bones clashing, a woman screaming, a man in terror, and furniture being smashed.

problem occurs!
Dao Lin's first thought was these three words, but he didn't choose to foolishly open the door and go out. After all, no one knew what was next door, and what if he went out and alerted the enemy?
He sat up, walked to the table, and turned on the oil lamp.

He pulled out several metal items from his riding boots, trouser pockets, and belt, and finally took out a small box and placed it aside.

In just 10 seconds, Daolin assembled the metal object into a small pistol. He had bought it specifically for self-defense and usually disassembled it into parts to hide them. Was he finally going to use it now?

Dao Lin stood by the door, holding a pistol, listening to the sounds from next door.

The sounds from next door gradually faded, but the crisp sound of bones colliding grew closer and closer, finally stopping at his doorway.

coming.

Beneath his disheveled white hair, his icy blue eyes were filled with calm and rationality. Although his physical strength was truly poor, and whether he could actually escape was still a question, he had no choice but to take a gamble to save his life.

With a 'bang,' the door was easily breached. Dao Lin, counting down in his mind until the door collapsed, fired without hesitation at the doorway. Before the thing could react, he quickly ran out.

The thing was very fast, and it caught up in just a few seconds.

Dao Lin suddenly missed the days when he could use props; at least his props could save his life, but now he could only rely on his own two feet to escape.

But what can you do when he's already working on the crown prince route?

If the Crown Prince route isn't dangerous, then why would a Crown Prince even exist?
The so-called crown prince line is nothing more than a selection process of survival of the fittest, choosing only the final winner, because that one is definitely the most suitable.

While running, he seemed to kick something, and Dao Lin suddenly fell to the ground.

In that instant, the thing was right in front of him.

There wasn't even a chance to call for help one last time...

(End of this chapter)