Esoteric Buddhism: To live as king in America

"The 17th floor... why here? The magic circle node that destroyed three victims—shouldn't I be facing that hiding beast right now? Why here? Isn't this where Ain is?"

Looking at the door of room 17-3 that had been smashed open from the direction of the corridor, Mi An had a bad feeling.

A terrible thought flashed through his mind. What if the 22nd floor wasn't the last floor to have a victim? What if another victim had just appeared?

No, no, no, it won’t.

"Mr. Leo, please keep an eye on Sherry."

Mian tossed the unexpectedly light Sherry to Leo, then hurriedly stepped through the collapsed doorway and entered room 17-3.

The first thing that caught Mian's eye was the open window. In the night sky outside the window, where the crescent moon and stars formed a constellation, one particular star seemed particularly restless, casting its light into the room and onto the bloodstains scattered on the floor.

And above the bloodstains... there was nothing above the bloodstains.

Mian frowned and carefully approached the window, examining the bloodstains.

Mian looked at the outline of the bloodstains on the ground, and it seemed that someone had been lying here and had lost a lot of blood. The bloodstains on the wall and windowsill indicated that the reason for the person's collapse was that they had been attacked when the window was opened.

Could this blood be from Ain? Was she injured? Or perhaps...?

Anxiety swelled like never before. Mian took out a shard of mirror from his pocket, trying to find answers within it. However, at this moment, the shard of mirror only had seemingly unrelated words written on it.

The adventure in the Black Forest ends in your complete victory. The beasts flee in terror, only to be met with your carefully laid ambush. Farmers will cut down the trees and build new fields. And the cunning troll will offer you gold and silver treasures—though his schemes have also succeeded.

"Damn it, I don't care about ambushes, I don't care about peasants and trolls. All I want to know is where Ain is."

Mian clutched the shards of mirror tightly, his desire to smash them stronger than ever before. But the shards of mirror only continued to celebrate victory, as if everything was already over.

Even if you don't help me, I'll still go find her.

Mian angrily stuffed the shards of mirror into her pocket. Her mind raced, processing the information she had gathered, trying to figure out where Ain was at this very moment.

There are 12 households on one floor. We must search each one until we find her. No, searching one household at a time won't work. We have to be quick. If she's injured, she might not be able to wait that long.

Oh, right, we can call Leo, ask Leo to come and help.

"grown ups!"

Before Mian could even call out, Leo's voice rang out from outside the door, filled with extreme anxiety.

Mian turned her gaze toward the doorway and saw Leo, carrying Sherry on his back, gripping the chair leg tightly, his eyes fixed on the other side of the corridor.

"Sir, someone's here!"

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"Grey Mouse" Org finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He peeled off his own face as a medium for calling out, and then cut open his stomach to take out his lungs and kidneys as fuel for consumption.

Of course, even though he had gone to such lengths, he still couldn't stop the naked pervert from advancing.

Overwhelmed with fear, tears streamed from his eyes.

"I can't hold on any longer. Even if my 'minions' are incredibly resilient, one lung, one kidney, and part of my intestines—that's the price I can pay. If I continue, even if we win, I'll only be dead. I have to escape, I have to escape!"

The threats and warnings from the mastermind behind the scenes still echoed in Org's mind, but he couldn't care less about that now.

After all, the power of the mastermind and the cult was still within his imagination, but the naked pervert who could casually grant power to mortals and turn chair legs into sharp weapons, and who hadn't even been seen casting a single spell, was on a completely different level.

All extraordinary beings dream of one day becoming Ascended, but Org has never heard of anyone who has succeeded. At this moment, Org monitors the naked pervert, finding him far more terrifying than any of the legendary Ascended—he doesn't even deign to take action against him!

"He must just be playing with me. Ugh..."

Org let out a painful whimper, and his body shrank back into the form of a huge rat.

The ritual arranged by the "master" and the remaining ritual of the building itself dragged the building halfway into another dimension, making it a building that exists simultaneously in reality and another dimension.

In this situation, anyone attempting to leave the building will be punished by the gods. Even Org is no exception, unless the entire ritual is disrupted.

With the ritual laid out by the cult's "master" disrupted and the Kingford Building returning to the present, only the last and newest 17 floors remain. Org knows he must use this time to complete all preparations for his escape.

Orger jumped out of the elevator shaft where he was hiding and was preparing to move his position to the room on the ground floor.

However, at that moment, he suddenly smelled a strange aura, an aura that shouldn't be here.

There was a bloody smell.

This is not surprising; the building was filled with bloodshed tonight.

But this bloodlust carries a unique, cold purity, like newly formed frost, with a hint of metallic chill.

More importantly, this extremely faint smell of blood in Org's database only pointed to one person—the "minion" girl who jumped into the trap and should have died!

Her body should be on the 17th floor, but it's on the 4th floor here. There shouldn't be any trace of her here unless she came here.

"impossible!"

Org's vertical pupils, resembling those of a mouse, contracted violently in shock.

"She should have been torn to pieces by the power of the gods! Under the gaze of that star, no one can survive!"

The moment that thought flashed through his mind, a slender figure silently slid out from the shadows of the corridor ahead and steadily blocked his path to the stairwell.

The moonlight streamed through the window, barely outlining the silhouette of the person.

It's Ai Yin.

She, who should have died, now stands here, with an inorganic stubbornness, her gaze fixed on Orge.

"You...you're the bad guy, aren't you?"

Her lips moved slightly, and her icy words made Org's heart pound wildly.

Fear and a sense of absurdity intertwined and gripped his heart once more, almost making him forget to breathe.

He let out a short, sharp screech and darted to the left, attempting to use his extraordinary speed to get around her.

However, Ain's figure flashed like a ghost, once again precisely blocking his chosen escape route.

Her movements were devoid of any fancy moves, only a pure and extreme instinct for interception based on the target's location.

"Get out of here!"

Olger screamed and turned to the right.

Ain reappeared in front of her.

He climbed up the wall covered with pipes and cables.

Ain was already waiting in the shadow of the pipe above.

Only then did Org realize that he had nowhere to hide and nowhere to escape from these inexperienced "claws." It was like a mouse encountering a cat.