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

The message was sent and a reply was received quickly.

"explain."

"The real world may have already begun to be filled with strange occurrences." Han Yingying told Zhou Lang about her dream and the news.

Zhou Lang remained silent for a few seconds.

"I see."

"You knew?" Han Yingying was stunned. "You found out a long time ago?"

"I've noticed something," Zhou Lang said, "but I'm not sure."

"So what do we do now?"

"Continue the investigation," Zhou Lang said. "Find the reason for the strange occurrences."

"I'll go with you."

"it is good."

Han Yingying breathed a sigh of relief; at least she wasn't facing it alone.

She got up, washed up, and prepared to go out. As soon as she opened the door, she saw someone standing in the hallway.

The man was wearing a black uniform with a wolf head emblem on his chest.

People from the Blood Wolf Guild.

Han Yingying's heart sank, and she immediately stepped back, trying to close the door. But the other person was faster, kicking the door open and rushing into the room.

"Han Yingying, come with us."

"Dream on." Han Yingying drew her dagger and stabbed at the other person.

The other person dodged to the side and then punched Han Yingying in the stomach with a backhand. Han Yingying groaned and staggered back a few steps.

"Stop resisting," the other person said. "The chairman wants to see you."

"I'm not going."

"It's not up to you."

The opponent attacked again, with incredible speed. Han Yingying managed to parry, but the difference in strength was too great, and she was quickly subdued.

"take away."

Two members of the Blood Wolf Guild carried Han Yingying out of the room.

Downstairs, a black sedan was waiting. Han Yingying was shoved into the car, and it sped away.

On the bus, Han Yingying calmed down and began to think of a solution.

The Blood Wolf Guild's desire to see her certainly isn't for a chat. They most likely want to kill her, or use her to threaten Zhou Lang.

But she wouldn't sit idly by and wait for her fate.

After driving for about half an hour, the car stopped in front of an abandoned factory.

"get off."

Han Yingying was taken into the factory, where there were more than a dozen people, all members of the Blood Wolf Guild.

A man in his thirties, wearing a black trench coat, sat in the very center, with sharp eyes.

"You're Han Yingying?" the man asked in a deep voice.

"Are you the leader of the Blood Wolf Guild?" Han Yingying asked.

"It was me." The man stood up and walked towards Han Yingying. "You killed my men."

"In the dungeon, life and death are left to fate," Han Yingying said.

"Life and death are left to fate?" Blood Wolf sneered. "So, your fate now is also left to fate?"

Han Yingying didn't say anything.

"I'll give you two choices," Blood Wolf said. "First, join the Blood Wolf Guild and work for me. Second, die."

"I choose the third one," Han Yingying said. "Get lost."

Blood Wolf's face darkened. "You're courting death."

"Then let's give it a try."

Han Yingying suddenly made a move, #Chapter 1

The air in the basement was as cold as an icebox.

Zhou Lang walked forward, holding the oil lamp, the green light casting a mottled glow on the walls. Hanging on the walls were various rusty instruments of torture: chains, shackles, and other unidentifiable objects.

"This place..." Zhao Qiang's voice trembled.

"Don't speak," Zhou Lang interrupted him.

At the end of the corridor was a wooden door with strange symbols carved on it. Zhou Lang reached out and pushed the door, but it didn't budge.

He took two steps back and raised the chainsaw.

hum-

The sound of the chainsaw echoed in the basement, and sawdust flew everywhere. A large hole was sawed in the door panel, and Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw and crawled into the hole.

The room was filled with boxes.

Zhou Lang opened the most recent one, which contained a yellowed ledger. He turned to the first page, which was filled with densely packed numbers and names.

"What is this?" Han Yingying leaned closer to look.

"The manor's accounts," Zhou Lang flipped through the pages quickly, "records the wages of each servant and... their dates of death."

Zhao Qiang gasped: "Date of death?"

Zhou Lang pointed to one of the lines: "Look, this maid named Mary joined the company in 1923, with a salary of 50, and died in 1924 due to excessive blood loss."

He continued flipping through the pages, each one filled with similar records: employment, pay, death. Not a single servant had ever left the manor alive.

"So we..." Han Yingying's face turned pale.

"Don't panic." Zhou Lang closed the ledger. "We're different from them."

He opened the second box, which contained a pile of photographs. The people in the photos were dressed in servants' uniforms, standing at the gate of the manor, their expressions stiff. Zhou Lang flipped through the photos one by one, then suddenly stopped.

He recognized the person in the photo.

It was to kill the butler.

No, the person in the photo is still alive; there's light in their eyes. On the back of the photo is written: John the Butler, 1920.

"Was the butler a servant before he was killed?" Zhao Qiang leaned closer to look.

Zhou Lang didn't speak, continuing to flip through the photos. The third photo showed a young woman, very beautiful, wearing a gorgeous dress. The back of the photo read: "Emily, daughter of the estate owner, 1918."

The fourth photo made Zhou Lang pause.

The photo showed a man in a well-tailored suit standing in the manor hall. His face... was exactly the same as the face Zhou Lang had seen in the mirror.

Back of the photograph: Estate owner, Edward, 1915.

"This..." Han Yingying looked at the photo, then at Zhou Lang, "You and him..."

"I know." Zhou Lang put the photos away. "Keep looking."

The third box contained a diary.

Zhou Lang turned to the first page, which was written in delicate handwriting:

"On March 1, 1918, Father brought home another new servant. The young man named John looks very honest, and Father says he will be a good steward."

"On May 12, 1918, John was really capable, managing the estate in an excellent manner. Father was very satisfied and gave him a raise."

"On August 20, 1918, I discovered that my father had been going to the basement late at night recently. I asked him what he was doing, and he said he was researching ways to achieve immortality. I thought he had gone mad."

Zhou Lang quickly flipped to the back.

"On February 3, 1919, my father succeeded. He said he had found the secret to immortality: as long as one keeps absorbing life force, one can live forever. But the price was... he became a monster."

"On March 15, 1919, the servants on the estate began to disappear one by one. I knew it was my father who was doing it, but I dared not say anything. John also found out; he tried to escape, but my father caught him."

"On April 1, 1919, my father turned John into a monster just like himself and put him in charge of the plantation, continuing to search for new 'food' for him. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't."

"April 30, 1919, this is my last diary entry. My father discovered that I knew his secret, and he wanted to turn me into a monster too. I didn't want to become like that, so I chose..."

The diary ends here.

Zhou Lang closed his diary, his mind racing.

In his quest for immortality, the plantation owner Edward transformed himself into a life-draining monster. He also turned his butler John into one of his kind, forcing John to continue searching for "food"—the servants who entered the plantation.

Emily, the plantation owner's daughter, chose to commit suicide after learning the secret.