"Even beyond that, the companions beside them had also started acting strangely. Everyone remembered clearly that there were twelve people when they entered, but now there was one more. What was even more bizarre was that no one could figure out which one was the extra..."

Suspicion, slaughter, and cannibalism, which Saint Sis found utterly intolerable... yet the final survivor discovered that he wasn't even human.

Placed on Earth, this was hardly an unusual story, just a repackaging of many classic elements, from the Arctic circle and old school buildings to the maze.

However, it was different here.

Daniel had heard stories of dragon slaying, but had never heard a story so terrifying.

This was also the first time he realized how dangerous it was to be an adventurer!

He even began to regret that he had ever left his hometown, let alone abandoned everything to come here!

But, in order to find the clue to leave this place, he listened very attentively. Yet the more he listened, the more he felt chills down his spine, giving rise to extreme dread.

Something was off.

He finally realized something.

This guy was being too detailed!

So much so that Daniel had a feeling—

The storyteller was the person who had experienced the story.

Just then, the voice in the darkness seemed to feel it was enough and concluded with a meaningful sentence.

"Only the dead burdened with heavy sins come here... My story has ended, your turn, my friend. How did you come to be here?"

"Dead?!" Daniel's eyes widened in terror as he stumbled backward until his head banged against the solid rock.

In the face of that chilling darkness, he screamed hysterically.

"No! I am still alive."

Hearing his scream, the voice in the darkness merely laughed.

"Are you so sure?"

"What do you mean!"

Daniel swallowed nervously, his hand trembling as he reached for his chest, found his heartbeat, was about to heave a sigh of relief but then remembered it didn't prove anything.

Undead are not just skeletons.

They could also be zombies or ghouls, or even other more sinister creatures... and many of these beings have heartbeats.

Even looking human!

Just like that extra thirteenth person...

Then, suddenly, a beam of light shone in the darkness, eerily illuminating the damp walls and the storyteller.

He wore a cloak, the candle cradled in front of him, and under the hood was a horrifying skeleton, with crimson fluid flowing from its eye sockets.

This horrifying scene deeply branded itself into his soul.

He swore—

He had never seen such a terrifying skeleton!

"You are not human! You're undead!"

Daniel screamed out, his legs desperately kicking forward as he tried to move away, his head pressing hard against the wall nearly scraping his scalp.

That "thirteenth adventurer"!!!

His response was only a sinister laughter, as if appreciating his cleverness.

"Heh heh heh..."

The flickering candlelight extinguished.

And with it, that eerie laughter.

He had never been so grateful for the arrival of darkness, but the ensuing silence plunged him into endless fear.

The undead might not have left, the creaking noises were evidence.

It was in the dark, watching him unblinkingly, relishing his terror...

In this boundless darkness, Daniel curled up in the corner, cradling his broken head, trying to make himself look smaller.

Where was the Transcendent, he was just an ordinary coward...

Elsewhere, Shadiao left the dark room, placing the "Translation Crystal" in the copper basin on the wall.

This was a task item.

It needed to be returned after a while.

Accompanying her was Jingluo Nanbei, who wore a somewhat nostalgic expression, as if having dreamt something interesting.

Shadiao stretched lazily.

"Bro Jing, did we go too far? We didn't scare the npc to death, did we?"

Though she spoke in such a manner, her tone harbored not a trace of remorse, even a hint of pride.

After all, making AI cry was something most people would find incredibly cool.

Jingluo Nanbei patted her shoulder, smiling as he spoke.

"Who cares, the rewards are already in hand, let's head to the next cell... Oh, let me do the monologue this time."

Shadiao looked at him in surprise.

"Eh??? Wasn't it agreed upon that you write and I narrate?"

The skeletal forefinger touched his exposed jaw, Jingluo Nanbei's voice carried a meaningful tone.

"emmm... But it seems like fun, that broken expression."

Shadiao stepped back, her shoulders shrinking.

"...you're scary, man."

Jingluo Nanbei: "Out of curiosity, did you eat the pudding in the fridge? I remember there was one left yesterday."

Shadiao: "Don't tell me ghost stories!!!"

...

Elsewhere, in the Demon King's Magic Workshop.

Although Luo Yan hadn't personally scared the fifteen adventurers, he could still feel how terrified those poor souls were under his minions.

[Faith points +3]

[Faith points +2]

[Faith points +3]

[...]

These faith points jumped every so often, and these fifteen fellows might just surpass the "Silver Crescent" in falling apart.

It appeared that the efficiency of physical torment was still too low.

Luo Yan seriously reviewed his own work, pondering if perhaps this task should have been left to the players from the start.

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