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

Zhou Lang turned to the first page, which read:

"Today, I met a special girl. Her name is Zhou Wan, and she's a gamer."

Zhou Lang's hand trembled.

He continued reading.

"Zhou Wan is very smart; she always manages to find a way to pass the level. I've observed her for a long time and found that she's different from other players."

"She's not afraid of ghosts, and she can even communicate with them. She says that ghosts are just people who were once human, only they died in different ways."

"I like her ideas, and I like her smile."

"I decided to help her so that she could get perfect reviews every time."

The contents of the diary are becoming increasingly outrageous.

"Zhou Wan said she has a younger brother, and she wants to finish the game quickly so she can go back and take care of him."

"But I don't want her to leave. I want her to stay here with me forever."

"I've found a way; if I destroy her body, her soul will be trapped in the game."

"Then I can prepare a new body for her, a perfect body."

"That way, she can stay with me forever."

Zhou Lang's hands were already trembling when he saw this.

He turned to the last page, which read:

"The plan succeeded. Zhou Wan's body has been destroyed, and her soul has been sealed in a special container."

"That container is my heart."

"As long as I live, she will never be able to leave."

"But I won't let her be alone. I will prepare the best body for her and let her be reborn."

"Once everything is ready, I will take my heart out and put it into my new body."

"Then she will be resurrected, and we can be together forever."

Zhou Lang closed his diary, his mind blank.

The elder sister's soul was sealed inside the dean's heart.

The dean was the one who killed the butler.

He now understood why the butler was killed for his heart.

Only the heart of a blood relative can replace the dean's heart and transfer the sister's soul there.

But if that happens, the dean will die.

No, the dean was originally a ghost; it won't die, it will only lose control of my sister's soul.

Zhou Lang gripped the diary tightly, turned, and left the room.

He now knows what to do.

Back on the first floor, the butler was already waiting for him.

"You went to my room." Its voice was devoid of emotion.

"Yes." Zhou Lang looked directly at it. "I read your diary."

"Then you should understand," the butler said. "Only your heart can save her."

"I understand," Zhou Lang nodded, "but I have one condition."

"explain."

"I need to confirm first that my sister's soul is truly in your heart."

The butler remained silent for a moment, then reached out and tore open the clothes on his chest.

There was a huge scar there, and in the center of the scar was a black crystal the size of a fist.

A human figure can be vaguely seen inside the crystal.

Zhou Lang leaned closer to look, and the figure was indeed his sister.

She was curled up inside the crystal, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep.

"Do you believe me now?" the butler asked.

"I believe you." Zhou Lang took a step back. "But I won't give you my heart."

The butler's aura instantly turned dangerous.

Are you kidding me?

"No." Zhou Lang shook his head. "I mean, I won't give it to you voluntarily, but you can come and get it yourself."

He pulled out a chainsaw and pointed it at his chest.

"You're insane!" the butler tried to stop him.

"I'm not crazy," Zhou Lang laughed. "I'm just gambling, gambling that you wouldn't dare let me die."

"Because if I die, my heart is useless."

"What you need is a living heart, right?"

The butler froze.

Zhou Lang continued, "Therefore, you must agree to my conditions."

"What are the conditions?"

"First, set my sister's soul free."

"Secondly, let all the players trapped here leave."

Third, ruin the game.

The butler's body began to tremble.

"Impossible! This is the world I've spent decades building!"

"Then watch me die." Zhou Lang placed his finger on the chainsaw switch.

"Wait!" Butler conceded. "I can agree to the first two conditions, but not the third."

Why?

"Because I didn't create this game," the Butler said. "It's a product of the Age of Terror; I'm just one of the administrators."

"Even if I die, the game will continue to run; it will just have a different administrator."

Zhou Lang frowned; this answer was unexpected.

"Who created this game?"

"I don't know," the butler shook his head. "Nobody knows. We're just following the rules."

Zhou Lang fell silent.

If what the butler said is true, then killing him won't make a difference.

"But I can give you a chance," the butler suddenly said.

"What opportunity?"

"Become the new manager," the butler said. "If you kill me, you can inherit my position and take control of this manor."

"At that point, you can change the rules and let all the players go."

Zhou Lang stared at the butler, trying to find a clue in his face.

Why did you do that?

"Because I'm tired." Butler's voice was weary. "I've been here for too long, so long that I've lost track of time."

"I want to be free, but I can't let her go."

"If you can save her, I can leave in peace."

Zhou Lang thought about it for a long time before finally nodding.

"Okay, I promise you."

"But I have one request."

"explain."

"I'll move my sister's soul to a safe place first, and then I'll kill you."

The butler hesitated for a moment, but ultimately agreed.

"Okay, but you have to swear that you will kill me."

"I swear," Zhou Lang said, "as long as my sister is safe, I will definitely kill you."

The butler nodded and reached into his chest to take out the black crystal.

The moment the crystal left his body, the butler's body began to collapse, his skin cracked, revealing the bones beneath.

"Quick, put it inside that body," the butler said. "I can't hold on much longer."

Zhou Lang took the crystal and rushed to the basement.

He placed the crystal on the chest of the assembled body, and the crystal automatically merged into the body.

The spliced ​​object opened its eyes, and this time they were no longer pure black, but normal eyes.

"Little brother..." the older sister's voice rang out, much clearer this time.

"Sister!" Zhou Lang grasped her hand.

"Where...where am I?" The older sister looked around, saw her own body, and her face changed. "What is this?"

"Don't be afraid," Zhou Lang comforted her. "I'll find you a normal body."

"No..." the older sister shook her head, "This body can't be used. It was pieced together from the dead, and my soul can't fully integrate with it."

"What should we do then?"

"You must destroy it," the sister said, "and then let my soul return to its original body."

"But the director said your body is ruined."