Bai Mu had been staring at the clock in the center of the hall when she suddenly noticed something off.
“Look at the hands.” Bai Mu pointed at the center of the dial, her voice calm.
Everyone immediately crowded around.
On the dial, the ten pen-shaped hands were gradually dimming.
At the same time, among the twelve icons around the clock’s edge, the previously silent greatsword icon began to slowly light up.
“Mr. Yu is awake!” Xu Qingyao perked up. “But why did the hands go dark?”
The hall fell silent. No one could answer.
Lin Feng stood at the outer edge of the crowd, arms crossed, watching coldly.
His gaze swept back and forth several times between the pen hands and the dagger icon that had never lit, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.
They’d always assumed the dagger was Fu Songcheng, but now it seemed it wasn’t.
Fu Songcheng was the only one who hadn’t entered a dream from the start. He held the register and dragged each of them—players sunk deep in dreams—out one by one.
The pen as a hand—guiding the direction, recording the number awakened—was the icon representing Fu Songcheng.
Now it seemed Fu Songcheng must have slipped up? Trapped in a dream too.
Youth is wonderful—drop your head and sleep.
The corner of Lin Feng’s mouth curved into a playful arc.
However, Lin Feng had no intention of voicing this discovery.
He yawned lazily and sat back down on the sofa. Anyway, it was still early—far from the instance countdown’s end.
Since Fu Songcheng liked to show off so much, let him sleep a while longer in his own dream. A little hardship wasn’t a bad thing.
Meanwhile, in a certain room.
Yu Huaiting lay on a large bed, eyes tightly shut, brows knitted hard.
“Mr. Yu, are you there?”
“Unit One, Unit One, this is Unit Seven, please respond if received.”
An extremely noisy male voice, crackling with electrical static, exploded abruptly in his mind. Over and over, looping like a fly.
“So noisy.” He cursed irritably.
In the hall, Xu Zhun snapped his eyes open and let out a long breath. “Great, I’ve reached Mr. Yu.”
Yu Huaiting flipped off the bed and kicked the door before him.
Bang!
The door was kicked so hard it slammed against the wall.
Yet outside the door wasn’t a corridor. Yu Huaiting stepped out, and the scene before him shifted instantly—he appeared directly in the center of the first-floor hall.
The people in the hall were startled by the huge commotion and turned to look.
Yu Huaiting held the imposing greatsword one-handed, its tip dragging carelessly on the floor. His gaze swept the room.
Lin Feng, Chen Yu, Bai Mu, Xu Qingyao, Xu Zhun…
Not Fu Songcheng.
Yu Huaiting’s face sank instantly.
“Where is he?” Yu Huaiting spoke, his voice frighteningly cold, cutting straight to the point.
Bai Mu froze, then hurried to answer, “Mr. Fu took the elevator up to find you. We hadn’t heard anything from you and couldn’t find you in the register, so he went straight up to the high floors.”
Yu Huaiting’s brows knitted tighter. “Went up? When?”
“Not long ago.” Xu Qingyao chimed in. “But now we can’t reach him either.”
“Can’t reach him?” Yu Huaiting’s gaze turned cold in an instant.
“Yes.” Bai Mu hastily pulled blank [Love Letters] from her system space. “I just wrote to him, and Xu Zhun tried his broadcast too—no reply at all.”
Yu Huaiting looked at the [Love Letters] in Bai Mu’s hand, was silent for two seconds, and still couldn’t hold back—he swung his greatsword, the sword qi shredding the item in her hand.
“A bunch of trash.”
Yu Huaiting spat out four cold words.
Bai Mu shrank her neck under his stare.
“Couldn’t follow him up?” Yu Huaiting sneered. “Let him go find me alone?”
He couldn’t be bothered wasting more words on these people. He turned directly and strode with his sword toward the elevator.
He clearly had no intention of cooperating with this group or discussing a plan. Since Fu Songcheng was up there, he’d go up and pull him out.
Having been scolded, Bai Mu tried to follow Yu Huaiting up to find him.
Yu Huaiting glanced at her and stepped straight into the elevator. “Mind your own business.”
The elevator doors slowly closed.
And at this moment, Fu Songcheng was still mechanically repeating the motion of descending.
One step, two steps, one floor, two floors.
He was completely unaware he’d already sunk deep into a dream.
His thoughts gradually grew hazy.
He ignored the passage of time, ignored the drain of stamina, even ignored why he’d walked so long without any word from Bai Mu.
“Almost there.”
Fu Songcheng murmured low. Braced on the cold metal handrail, he swallowed another mouthful of recovery potion. The potion’s bitterness spread through his mouth, giving him the illusion of staying clear-headed.
He thought he was breaking the game, unaware he was sinking deeper and deeper into the dream’s abyss.
On the other side, in the elevator, Yu Huaiting’s gaze grew colder and colder.
He didn’t have Fu Songcheng’s many winding concerns, and didn’t care about any rules. He only knew Fu Songcheng had gotten lost in this broken hotel.
The elevator stopped at the fourth floor—Yu Huaiting had chosen it at random.
Ding—
The doors opened, revealing a corridor carpeted in dark red before Yu Huaiting.
He stepped out and casually hoisted the greatsword onto his shoulder.
When Fu Songcheng looked for someone, he used the universal room card, cross-referenced the register, confirmed a player’s door, and only then acted.
But Yu Huaiting was different—he didn’t have the patience to play a puzzle game.
He walked to a random door and raised his leg, kicking it hard.
Bang!
The door frame’s lock was forcibly kicked apart, the door panel slamming heavily against the wall.
Inside the room, a sleeping NPC guest was still in a dream.
Yu Huaiting made out the person on the bed—not Fu Songcheng.
Without a single superfluous word, his eyes sharpened, and the greatsword in his hand, with a howling wind, slashed down without hesitation.
Pfft—
Blood splattered, the NPC’s scream cut off abruptly.
Yu Huaiting expressionlessly shook the blood off the blade and turned to the next room.
Bang!
Another kick.
Swipe—
One strike, one kill.
Yu Huaiting launched a one-sided slaughter across this floor. He didn’t care whether inside was human or ghost, story NPC or monster—as long as it wasn’t Fu Songcheng, there was only one path: death.
Bai Mu had wanted to help Yu Huaiting find Fu Songcheng, but watching the bloody scene, she went rigid, and trembling, returned to the hall.
“Why’d you come back~” Lin Feng was near the elevator. Seeing it was Bai Mu who came out, he asked curiously, though his tone was still ill-intentioned.
“I’ve witnessed a madman even crazier than you.” Bai Mu briefly described what Yu Huaiting was doing.
Lin Feng bent over laughing.
Xu Qingyao, who’d been staring at the guest register, suddenly let out a cry.
“What is it?” Xu Zhun immediately leaned over.
“The names are disappearing.” Xu Qingyao’s finger trembled as she pointed at the register. “Look—this room originally had someone, now it’s empty.”
Yu Huaiting clicked his tongue irritably and walked back into the elevator, casually pressing the 38th floor.
Minutes later, the same drama played out on the 38th floor.
Kick the door, confirm, swing the sword, kill.
As long as the effort is deep enough, the greatsword swings everywhere.
Source Star livestream room.
[Help, I really can’t anymore.]
[Who remembers Yu Huaiting was always this style in his early days hahaha.]
[The recycling cost for this instance is high.]
[Wasn’t there an event before, where you could sign up to enter instances playing NPCs and run instances with Blue Star people? Any Source Star people here?]
[Yes, just came out. How I came out, don’t ask.]
[Laughing to death, NPC killed by Yu Huaiting +1.]
As Yu Huaiting’s frenzied destruction continued, the hotel’s system was finally stirred.
Woo—woo—woo—
A piercing emergency alarm suddenly blared in every corner of the hotel.
The corridor lights turned red, flashing madly.
A mechanical, shrill female voice came over the broadcast: “Warning! Warning! Severe violent destruction detected inside the hotel! Security system activated! All guests, evacuate your rooms immediately! All guests, evacuate your rooms immediately!”
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