A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

This was a huge cave, with corpses hanging all around the walls, some just skeletons, others still rotting and emitting a stench.

In the center of the cave is an altar, upon which lies a female corpse.

The female corpse was wearing a white hospital gown, her face was deathly pale, but her features were delicate, as if she were asleep.

As Zhou Lang approached, he noticed that the woman's chest was still rising and falling slightly.

She is still alive.

"You've finally arrived."

The voice came from behind the altar, and the butler, leaning on his cane, came out.

"I've been waiting for you for so long, you rascal."

Zhou Lang clenched his fists, the bandages moving across his arms, ready for battle at any moment.

"You want to resurrect her?" he asked, pointing at the female corpse.

"It's not resurrection." Butler Killer shook his head. "She never died; she's just been in a deep sleep."

"Then why did you kill so many people?"

"Because she needs nourishment." The butler looked at the female corpse with a morbid tenderness in his eyes. "She is my most perfect creation, but she is too weak and needs to be constantly replenished with fresh organs to maintain her life."

Zhou Lang finally understood.

This mad hospital director killed all the patients just to feed this female corpse.

"You're crazy."

"I'm not crazy." Butler Sha turned to look at Zhou Lang. "I just love her, love her so much that I'm willing to do anything for her."

"Then why did you ask me to come?"

"Because you are special," the butler said. "You have the aura of a demon, yet you retain the rationality of a human. Your blood is the most perfect nourishment."

Zhou Lang laughed: "So you've been plotting against me from the very beginning?"

"It wasn't a scheme." The butler tapped his cane. "I simply gave you a choice. Now, give her your blood, wake her up, and I can let your friend go."

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then you all have to die." The butler's voice turned icy. "Including your two friends, and all the players upstairs."

Zhou Lang remained silent for a few seconds.

"I have a question."

"explain."

"who is she?"

The butler paused for a moment, then looked at the female corpse, his gaze softening.

"She is my daughter."

"Your daughter?" Zhou Lang frowned. "That fire..."

"I put it there," the butler interrupted him, "but not to kill her, but to save her."

Zhou Lang remained silent, waiting for what was to come.

"She was born with a disease, a heart defect, and the doctors said she wouldn't live past twenty." The butler's voice was filled with pain. "I'm the director, I've seen too much death, but I can't accept her death."

"So you started doing experiments?"

"Yes." Butler Killer nodded. "I studied all the information about organ transplantation and conducted countless experiments, but all of them failed. Until I discovered that only the organs of people who died in extreme fear could retain their strongest activity."

Zhou Lang clenched his fist even tighter.

"So you killed all the patients in the nursing home?"

"They weren't going to live long anyway," the butler said matter-of-factly. "It's better to make their deaths meaningful than to let them die in agony."

"You're a fucking lunatic," Zhou Lang cursed.

"Say what you will," the butler said indifferently. "But I succeeded. She survived. Although she needs constant organ transplants, she's alive, and that's enough."

Looking at the female corpse on the altar, Zhou Lang suddenly felt a pang of sorrow.

This girl knows nothing, and is trapped here by her father, barely surviving by using other people's organs.

"Does she know?" Zhou Lang asked. "Does she know how many people you killed for her?"

The butler remained silent.

"She doesn't need to know," it finally said. "She just needs to live."

"And what about you?" Zhou Lang stared at it. "Are you planning to keep doing this? Killing one player after another, just to prolong her life a few more days?"

"Not just a few days," the butler corrected, "it's forever. As long as the game continues, there will be a constant stream of players coming in, and she can live on forever."

Zhou Lang laughed, but his laughter was somewhat sarcastic.

"You know what? I also have an older sister," he said. "She was very good to me and raised me from a young age. But she's gone missing. I don't know if she's dead or alive, but I know that if she were still alive, she wouldn't want me to hurt others while searching for her."

"That's her weakness," the butler said.

"No, that's because she's kind," Zhou Lang shook his head. "But you're just selfish."

The butler's body began to tremble, and the sound of his cane striking the ground became rapid.

"Enough!" it roared. "I don't need your judgment! Now, either hand over your blood, or die!"

Zhou Lang didn't move; he just stared at it.

"Have you ever considered that she might not actually want to live?"

The butler was stunned.

"Look at her expression," Zhou Lang said, pointing to the female corpse. "She's in pain."

The butler turned his head and saw the woman's tightly furrowed brows and bloody tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.

"No...impossible..." it muttered to itself.

"She has been in a deep sleep because she doesn't want to wake up," Zhou Lang continued. "She knows that her body was pieced together from other people's organs, and she can't bear this fact, so she chooses to remain in a deep sleep forever."

"Shut up!" Butler rushed over and smashed his cane directly at Zhou Lang's head.

Zhou Lang dodged to the side, and the bandage flew out and wrapped around his cane.

"You're afraid to face the truth," he said, "because you know that everything you've done is wrong."

"I did nothing wrong!" the butler struggled frantically. "I just wanted her to live! What's wrong with that?!"

"Your mistake was that you never asked her if she wanted to live."

These words were like a knife, piercing the heart of the butler who was killed.

It stopped struggling and stared blankly at the female corpse on the altar.

"She...of course she wants to live..." its voice grew weak. "She's my daughter, she must want to live..."

"Then wake her up and let her tell you herself." Zhou Lang loosened the bandages.

The butler remained silent for a long time before finally walking to the altar, leaning on his cane.

"I'm sorry..." It reached out and gently stroked the woman's face. "Daddy was wrong..."

The female corpse's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Those eyes were beautiful, but they held no life, only endless weariness.

"Dad..." her voice was very soft, as if she had used all her strength, "Let me...go..."

The butler's body trembled violently, and black liquid flowed from his eyes.

"But...but what will happen to Daddy if you leave..."

"Daddy...you have to live..." The female corpse smiled, a smile filled with relief. "Live well..."

After saying that, she closed her eyes, and her chest stopped rising and falling.

This time, he's really dead.

The butler knelt before the altar, letting out a beast-like howl.

Zhou Lang stood aside without saying a word.

He didn't know what to say.

This crazy dean has done so many wrong things, but at this moment, he is just a father who has lost his daughter.

After an unknown amount of time, Butler Sha stood up, turned around and looked at Zhou Lang.

"Thank you," it said, "for letting me hear her last words."

Zhou Lang nodded.

"The game is over," the butler said. "You can leave now."

"And what about you?"

"Me?" The butler glanced at the female corpse. "I'm going to stay with her."