The terrifying heavens inside the box

That's... a hammer?

Looking at the giant hammer that was as tall as an adult, Kurt's eyes almost popped out of their sockets. He was about to open his mouth when he remembered that he was still in the water.

This is truly a treasure trove!

The more he looked at it, the more convinced he became that this was a gift from heaven, and he couldn't help but reach out to touch the handle of the cylindrical hammer.

next moment.

A burst of intense light erupted from the bottom of the lake.

Noticing this change, the four people who had been chatting and laughing on the lake panicked.

"What happened?"

"Where's Kurt?"

"He's still down there! He hasn't come up!"

"Damn it! I'm going down to check!"

Just as Horton was about to dive down, the light in the lake faded and disappeared.

A figure emerged from the lake with a "plop".

"Hey guys! Look what I found!"

Kurt wiped his face and excitedly raised the hammer in his hand.

"A hammer? Really? You went down there just to retrieve a hammer?"

"This isn't an ordinary hammer!" Kurt quickly explained, "When I dived to the bottom of the lake, it was almost as big as me. The moment I touched it, it started glowing, and by the time I realized what was happening, it had turned into what I hold in my hand..."

"Wait! Was that the thing that was glowing at the bottom of the lake just now?"

"It doesn't seem to have anything special about it?"

"It glows? Maybe it's an alien hammer?"

The four men took a closer look and touched the hammer, but nothing else changed.

They were skeptical of what Kurt said and quickly lost interest, turning instead to gossip about other people and amusing anecdotes about school life.

As it grew darker, the group decided to return to the cabin first.

Kurt, however, kept fiddling with the hammer in his hand, ignoring even his girlfriend Jules, which made her pout in dissatisfaction.

……

Wang Hao chuckled as he watched from outside the box.

This crossover meme-playing has actually worked!

I was a little surprised that the miniature hammer I had spent several minutes making actually had "divine power" after being put into the box?

Is it because of the world inside the box? Or... is it really because I'm influenced by my own wicked thoughts?

Am I really a "god"?

……

Wang Hao didn't think much of it.

Notice the five little figures leaving the lakeside and heading towards the wooden house.

The sky inside the box gradually turned into dusk.

The walls of the wooden house in his line of sight blurred again...

Inside Buckner's house.

The five returned and laid out all the food, snacks, cigarettes, and alcohol they had brought, ready to start preparing for tonight's revelry.

They let loose completely, laughing, joking, and playing around in the house...

Meanwhile, the base personnel below the wooden house were in complete chaos.

"What exactly is that hammer? Where did it fall from? Have you found out yet!"

Hearing his boss's roar, Ronald had just hung up the phone, wiped his sweat, and frantically spoke:

"Air traffic control and the air force have replied... there are no flights, no fighter jets, nothing at all!"

"The space agency also said...no meteorites or debris were detected!"

He spoke softer and softer, afraid of being caught and scolded.

"Shit!"

"I just want to know if that damn hammer will ruin this sacrifice!"

Steve Hadley, the deputy director who was one of the people in charge of this sacrificial project, was yelling so hard that the veins in his neck were bulging.

But after he finished cursing, he looked at a female technician in a white coat:

"What's the extent of the barrier damage? And I need to check on the repair progress!"

Senior technician Wendy Lin hung up the phone, speaking rapidly: "The barrier dome is partially overloaded with energy, and the engineering department has confirmed that it cannot be repaired in the short term."

"Wait f*** you!"

Hadley's temples throbbed; he couldn't suppress his anger.

"Isn't there even a single piece of good news?"

Wendy Lin stared at the monitor screen and smiled confidently: "Of course! Our medication is working."

"Well done, Lin!"

Hadley praised her, then turned to his supervisor beside him: "What do you think?"

Senior technical director Garrison was leaning back in his chair, adjusting his glasses.

"Never mind the hammer for now, Hadley."

"Unless you believe that little hammer is more powerful than the monsters we've contained."

Hadley took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing his chaotic thoughts.

Hitzsen is right!

It's just a broken hammer; compared to the monsters imprisoned in this base, it's nothing!

"very good."

Seeing that his colleagues had calmed down, Hitzson turned on the base's public address system, and the sound spread throughout every passageway.

"A new gamble has begun!"

The once-silent underground base was immediately thrown into turmoil.

Aside from those in essential positions, almost everyone rushed to the control room to place bets.

This gamble, wagered on human lives, was one of the few forms of entertainment they had in this dark and hopeless underground.

Ten minutes later, the betting ended.

"Alright, the bet is settled! Let's start the party!"

As the person in charge of the sacrificial ceremony, Hitzson lifted the protective cover of a button on the control panel and turned to look at his deputy, Hadley:

"You should do it! I'm getting tired of it, I hope this time it will be as you wish."

"OK, let me do it!"

Hadley stood up and placed his hand on the red button in the other person's place: "I have a feeling that a mermaid will appear this time!"

Hitzfeld, standing nearby, said casually, "Good luck."

The moment the button was pressed, everyone stared intently at the monitor screen.

In the multi-angle shots, the cellar door of Buckner's old house suddenly pops open, and five sacrifices are walking step by step toward the cellar where they will choose their way of dying.

All the bettors present looked at the screen, instinctively holding their breath.

Finally, the manner of death chosen by the five sacrificial offerings was determined.

"Okay! Yes... Buckner! They've chosen the Buckner family!"

In the control room, gasps and curses erupted. That damn Buckner had made the other departments lose a huge sum of money again.

Only the maintenance staff, who consistently bet on Buckner, were cheering.

Hitzson patted Hadley, whose face was ashen, and offered him a few words of comfort.

Soon, the first offering, or rather the first pair of offerings, had left Buckner's House and was about to arrive at the "altar".

"Alright, guys, you've all seen it. Let's go! Let's get to work!"

Hitzson and Hadley began to usher people out, and the other bettors left the control room one after another, leaving only the key personnel.

The surveillance footage shows the cursed Buckner family, chosen as "sacrifices." These undead monsters, wielding weapons like axes, saws, and animal traps, crawled out of their "grave" and charged straight at a young couple seeking thrills in the woods.

Behind the control panel, the two supervisors sat down, took out the sacrificial amulets hanging around their necks, held them in their hands, and closed their eyes.

Hitzson began to pray in a low voice:

"We offer you our sacrifices with utmost trepidation."

May you rest in peace forever, undisturbed by the world.

"Generations like..."

"Hey! Hitzson! Stop reading! The Buckner family failed! We need to use a new monster for the sacrifice!"

Hearing Hadley's exclamation beside him, Hitzson's hand gripping the amulet tightened instantly.

He opened his eyes, looked at the scene on the monitor, and his mouth slowly opened wide.

"Can anyone tell me... what the hell is that hammer?!"