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

"work?"

"The dean said... I am his most perfect creation..." a sinister smile tugged at the corner of its mouth, "but it's not enough... it's still a little short..."

What's missing?

"Missing one...perfect heart..."

Zhou Lang understood. The organs collected by the owners of those rooms would eventually be sent here.

You want to be resurrected?

"I'm...alive..." the thing said, "I just want...to become whole..."

"What about those who died?" Zhou Lang pointed to the writing in the passageway. "Did they also want to be whole again?"

The thing fell silent.

"You know what?" Zhou Lang suddenly laughed, "I was actually quite sympathetic to you. After all, being tortured like that by the dean is truly pitiful."

"But I've changed my mind."

He pulled out a chainsaw.

"Because you're no better than any of the fuck."

A buzzing sound rang out, and the thing's eyes widened instantly.

"You...you can't kill me..." its voice became shrill, "Kill me...and you won't get out either..."

"Really?" Zhou Lang held up the chainsaw. "Then let's give it a try."

"Wait!" the thing suddenly shouted, "I know where your sister is!"

Zhou Lang stopped moving.

What did you say?

"Zhou Wan...I know where she is..." the thing said, "She's still alive...but trapped in another game..."

Which game?

"The ghost story high school..." the thing said, "She was the homeroom teacher there... but she failed... and got trapped inside..."

Zhou Lang's heart raced. His sister was alive; this was the best news he had ever heard.

How did you know?

"Because...we are connected..." it said, "All games...are connected...as long as you are strong enough...you can travel between games..."

"How do I get to the Ghost Story High School?"

"Kill me...absorb my power..." the thing said, "and you will gain the ability to travel..."

Zhou Lang stared at it, trying to distinguish between the real and the fake.

Why are you telling me all this?

"Because I want to die." The thing suddenly laughed, "I've lived long enough... I've had enough of this inhuman, ghostly state..."

"The dean won't let you die."

"That's why I need you," the thing said. "Only you can kill me...because you have the Ghost Weapon...and you're not afraid to die..."

Zhou Lang remained silent for a few seconds.

Why should I believe you?

"You can choose not to believe it," the thing said, "but you have no other choice...if you want to find your sister..."

Zhou Lang looked at it, and finally raised the chainsaw.

"If you lie to me, you'll regret it."

"I've already regretted it enough." The thing closed its eyes, "Hurry up...let me be free..."

The chainsaw sliced ​​through the glass jar, and liquid gushed out. Zhou Lang didn't hesitate and sawed directly at the object's body.

The screams echoed throughout the room, but quickly stopped.

The thing's body began to disintegrate, turning into countless black wisps of mist that surged towards Zhou Lang.

"Skill triggered! The splicing monster's 'fright' value is 100! Gain 500 points of 'Cunning'!"

"Special energy detected. Absorb?"

Zhou Lang didn't hesitate: "Absorb."

The black mist seeped into his body, and a sharp pain shot through him. Zhou Lang gritted his teeth, enduring the pain without making a sound.

He could sense that something was changing. His body had become stronger, and his senses had become more acute.

Most importantly, he has a lot more memories in his mind.

Those memories didn't belong to him, but to that splicing monster.

He witnessed how the dean gradually transformed that person into a monster, saw countless players die here, and also saw...

sister.

She did come here, and almost died here. But in the end, she escaped and entered another game—Kwaidan High School.

But she failed there and got trapped inside.

Zhou Lang opened his eyes and found that his right hand had turned completely black, covered with strange patterns.

"Are you alright?" Han Yingying asked him worriedly.

"It's nothing," Zhou Lang said, flexing his fingers. "It's even better than before."

He turned to look at the passageway: "We should go."

"Just leave like this?" Zhao Qiang asked. "What about those ghosts?"

"Don't worry," Zhou Lang laughed. "They should be terrified of me right now."

The three of them returned the way they came, and when they reached the operating room, Zhou Lang suddenly stopped.

The photos on the wall are all gone.

Instead, a mirror was used.

The mirror reflected the figures of three people, but Zhou Lang noticed that something was off about his reflection.

His shadow was black and constantly wriggling, as if it were alive.

"Don't look in the mirror," Zhou Lang said. "Let's go."

But it was too late.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from the mirror and grabbed Han Yingying's ankle.

"Help!" Han Yingying screamed.

Zhou Lang reacted quickly, immediately using a chainsaw to chop at the hand. However, the chainsaw pierced through the hand without causing any damage.

"It's an illusion!" Zhao Qiang shouted.

"No, it's a curse," Zhou Lang said, staring at the mirror. "Someone doesn't want us to leave."

The reflection in the mirror began to distort, transforming into the image of the butler.

"You shouldn't have come here," the butler's voice came from the mirror. "Now, you're not going anywhere."

Zhou Lang sneered, "Is that so?"

He raised his right hand, and the black patterns began to glow.

"I just absorbed your favorite work, do you think I'd be afraid of you?"

The butler in the mirror was stunned.

"Impossible... How could you possibly absorb its power..."

"Nothing is impossible," Zhou Lang said. "Now, let her go."

"You think you've won?" Butler suddenly laughed. "You absorbed its power, and with it, you inherited its curse... You will become the next one..."

"So what?" Zhou Lang said nonchalantly, "At least I'm still me."

He punched the mirror.

The mirror shattered, and the hand holding Han Yingying disappeared.

"Walk!"

The three rushed out of the operating room and ran back along the corridor. Behind them came the butler's furious roar, which shook the entire basement.

They rushed up the stairs, pushed open the iron gate, and returned to the lobby on the first floor.

It was almost dawn.

"We succeeded?" Zhao Qiang asked, panting.

"Not yet." Zhou Lang looked towards the stairs. "Butler Sha is coming."

Sure enough, the sound of the cane tapping the ground came from the basement, getting closer and closer.

Zhou Lang pulled out his chainsaw, ready for battle.

But the butler did not catch up.

The sound stopped at the iron gate and then slowly faded away.

"It...gave up?" Han Yingying couldn't believe it.

"No, it's waiting," Zhou Lang said, "waiting for us to become monsters."

He looked at his right hand; the black lines had spread to his wrist.

The Patchwork Monster is right; absorbing its power comes at a price. If he cannot control this power, he will eventually become the next Patchwork Monster.

But Zhou Lang didn't care.

I'd pay any price to find my sister.

"What do we do now?" Zhao Qiang asked.

"Wait until dawn," Zhou Lang said, "and then figure out a way to get out of here."