Black mist descends, and I and the witches take refuge in the dungeon.

It was a face that was deathly pale.

To be precise, it was Andre Bell's face.

However, his face was covered in blood and grime, and his eye sockets were empty, the eyeballs long gone.

Black blood dripped down from it, maggots slowly crawled out of the eye sockets, and even most of the skin on the face had peeled off.

The rotting, bright red flesh looked rather disgusting. She looked at Mil and let out a giggle.

The moment he saw the face, Mil's fingers holding the pen paused slightly.

Honestly, he was terrified.

In his past life, he was even too scared to watch horror movies. When he first saw this scene, he felt a chill run down his spine and his breath caught in his throat for a moment.

But the next moment, Mir realized that it was just an illusion.

The fact that the system in your mind didn't give you any warnings is the best proof of this.

"This constant mental pollution is honestly quite maddening."

Mir muttered a curse under his breath, then looked up again at the figure grinning at him in the darkness.

However, this time the figure was no longer there.

Having cockroaches in your home isn't scary; what's scary is when cockroaches appear and then disappear.

That's what Mill thought.

But the next moment, as if he suddenly remembered something, he looked down.

then......

He met the gaze of that rotting human face.

The face was now crouching in the shadows under Mill's table, still grinning as it stared at Mill.

"I see you. Those things can't stop me. I'll be in soon..."

That thing could talk, and the voice it made was exactly the same as Andrebell's, only a little hoarse and unpleasant.

It's like the difference between chilled iced tea and room-temperature iced tea.

Horse urine and Guojiao (a type of liquor).

Mir ignored the sound, only glancing up at Andrebelle's direction; she was still resting peacefully.

It seemed that only he could hear that sound.

It is undoubtedly a form of mental pollution directed at oneself.

That's not bad either; at least Andre Bell can get some rest.

Thinking of this, Mir looked down at the strange face and lowered his voice:

"Scaring people is the lowest form of maintaining mystery. You can read the book 'The Horror of Rogotos,' which has many scary scenes. This method is too simplistic."

The face seemed surprised by Mil's words and paused for a moment.

"I... will appear in every one of your dreams..."

Before the man could finish speaking, a voice rang in Mil's mind.

[This determination of mental pollution!]

Pollution level: 6

[Host's mental state: 98 (Full of energy)]

【The judgment is successful! 】

[Spiritual pollution in the surrounding area is escalating. Please increase the level of your dungeon's spiritual protection!]

[Current Dungeon Spiritual Protection Level: LV1 (0/100). Providing 100 grams of "Soul-Soothing Grass" will raise the level to LV2.]

[Upon reaching LV2, your resistance to mental pollution will increase by 20 points. All mental pollution levels below 20 will be blocked.]

The face disappeared.

With the prompting echoing in his mind, Mil picked up his pen slightly and wrote down the new regulations in his notebook.

[The priority order of the plans has changed; I need to go to Norton first.]

I'm leaving tomorrow!

[A fight to the death!]

Seeing the words "fish die, net break" (meaning to fight to the death), Mir suddenly paused, then crossed them out.

Why bring in e-sports references from my past life for no reason?

[Recalling funny things boosts your spirit by 2!]

The system's prompt made Mir chuckle to himself.

"Hmm..."

Anderbel's voice came through, tinged with a hint of repression and pain.

Upon hearing this, Mir immediately got up and went over.

Anderbel was not awake, but his brows were furrowed, as if he were having a nightmare.

Her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, as if she were half-awake.

Mil reached out his hand and whispered:

"Dreamweaver Sequence: Land of Abundant Water and Grass"

A simple first-order skill that just allows people to sleep well and have good dreams.

Blue light emanated from Mil's hand and landed on Andrebel's forehead.

The girl's furrowed brows relaxed considerably in an instant.

[Andrebelle's favorability has increased!]

Current Affection Level: 72/100 (Dependence)

"Thank you, Mr. Mir..."

The girl murmured, seemingly dreaming of what Mir had done.

Seeing this, Mir didn't know what to say, but just thought, is this okay?

The clock ticked, indicating that it was seven o'clock the next day.

Mir got up, went to the monitor, and glanced at the situation outside.

The black fog was still thick, but its ferocity was not as severe as it had been the night before.

This is recorded in the book "The Record of the Black Mist of Odelle".

"The black fog is so ferocious, especially at night, like a beast that will devour its prey, but during the day, its ferocity seems to subside somewhat."

My husband died last night, and my son is now half-mad. The church started distributing food last week. Will I become my son's food tonight?

Maybe so, but at least I should be able to survive this day. But looking at my son's pained expression, I suddenly thought about shortening the day...

Recalling these words in his mind, Mil felt a tightness in his chest.

Although he himself is now trapped in the black fog, he always feels uneasy whenever he hears such sad things.

He shook his head slightly, sighed, composed himself, and gently nudged the still-sleeping Anderbel with a smile.

"Andrebel, Andrebel, wake up."

He pushed very gently, and the whole process took a full minute before slowly waking Andre Bell.

This was Mil's habit, or perhaps it was his habit before he traveled through time.

It was what Mil's mother taught him: slowly waking someone up is much better than forcibly waking them up.

People who have been treated kindly will subconsciously treat others the same way.

"Hmm... Mr. Mill, has it been two hours already?"

Anderbel was still sleepy-eyed, with a little drool at the corner of his mouth.

She slept very comfortably, her hair a complete mess.

"No, it's seven o'clock, we need to leave."

"Huh? Let's go? Where to? Wait! It's seven o'clock?! Mr. Mir, why didn't you wake me up to relieve you?!"

Watching Andre Bell go from being confused to being filled with regret.

Mir couldn't help but smile, then said:

"Because I'm the one who sets the rules, and you're the one who follows them, I can change the rules at will, but you can't."

"But...but this is a bit much..."

Anderbel bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears.

She felt distressed and anxious, but didn't know what to do.

Seeing this, Mir quickly explained:

"Just kidding, it's because I need to go out today. You didn't look too good last night, and I need you to be in top form."