Chapter 195: Tower of Eternal Night
"Damn it, monsters!"
Stuffed Bun exploded in fury, pounding the table with both fists. "That so-called 'Father' in the Diary should be slowly tortured to death! What kind of official is this—how dare they include such twisted content in the game?"
His gaze, rare in its intensity, hardened with resolve. He was determined to eliminate the abominations—those wretched creatures that had turned Valina into a living nightmare, trapped in endless agony, neither dead nor truly alive, her mind stripped of will. He would grant her peace.
"I’ll let you rest, Valina."
He gently closed the Diary, placing it back exactly where it had been. No longer would he touch it. It was the last remnant of Valina’s humanity—the final treasure she had held dear.
"You’re thinking too simply, Stuffed Bun," Singo murmured, frowning. "We need to be careful. This Tower isn’t just haunted by that poor girl. Her 'Father' is here too. That Home can twist people into terrifying Monsters—no one we’d want to cross."
"And besides, War狂 is still missing. Our frontline combat strength is down. With our current level, escaping this place would be a miracle. Forget about doing any heroic cleanup."
Stuffed Bun scowled. "So what? Just sit here and die?"
"Besides, the server’s about to shut down anyway. Our Experience Points are already overflowing. Losing a few more won’t matter. Hell, if you’ve got a Runeforged Experience Points Lethal Bomb, I’ll trade it for the Tower’s boss. One for one."
Singo blinked, genuinely surprised.
"How do you even know I have a Runeforged Experience Points Lethal Bomb?"
Stuffed Bun grinned wickedly. "You’re always hanging around the Mechanical Divinity factory, practically living there. Everyone sees it. Who’d have thought the legendary player would become a sycophant to the Chaos King?"
Singo shot back, defensive. "Don’t you get it? It’s about Game power supremacy. Use smart tactics to get gear—understand?"
"Too damn much," Stuffed Bun said, rolling his eyes. "Enough talk—there’s a high-level Mage boss in there. Let’s move."
They stepped out of the Hidden Chamber, continuing their exploration of the secret Tower.
As they entered the corridor, a faint, rustling sound echoed ahead—like the labored breath of wolves.
"Sniff… sniff…"
"I smell blood."
"Where? Where?"
"Another fresh prey! Master will be happy."
A low, rasping voice echoed through the dark.
Singo instantly pressed a hand on Stuffed Bun’s shoulder, silently drawing an arrow from his quiver. He slowly nocked it, drew the bowstring taut, held his breath, and aimed at the bend in the corridor.
Sure enough, a grotesque, malformed wolfman emerged—its jaw drooling, its body covered in sparse, pale scales.
Singo locked onto it instantly. A pulse of violet light flared—Hunter’s Mark flared on the beast’s brow. Then, with a sharp thwip, the arrow tore through the air and pierced the creature’s skull with ease.
"Roar—!"
The wolfman barely had time to scream before collapsing backward.
Behind it, more wolfmen surged forward—unafraid, their dull eyes blazing with frenzied hunger. They lunged, jaws snapping, breath reeking of decay.
Stuffed Bun charged, sword flashing. He struck at the weakest point—just beneath the neck of the lead wolfman. The blade pierced cleanly, and he kicked the corpse down. The momentum carried him into the next beast, cleaving it in two.
In just a few breaths, the entire patrol of seven wolfmen was annihilated.
"Phew… phew…" Stuffed Bun kicked the pile of corpses, gasping for air. "Always these damn wolfmen."
Singo rubbed his chin, scanning the corridor. "Exactly as I thought. These wolfmen originate from here—the Tower of Eternal Night. But their Dragonization Level is low. Not nearly as advanced as the other monsters. That’s why we beat them so easily."
He stepped forward, then froze. Along the corridor, the bones of countless victims lay scattered—piled high, bleached white by time.
"Wait—danger! Run!" Singo warned. "There are more Monsters here."
But it was too late.
The dying wolfman’s final wail had triggered a chain reaction. The Tower trembled. From every shadow, from every corner, a chorus of agonized, unearthly screams rose—high-pitched, mournful, echoing through the stone halls.
Stuffed Bun turned. His voice cracked.
"Damn it…"
A tidal wave of twisted, Dragonized Monsters poured forth—like a floodgate burst open.
Wolfmen, centaurs, goblins, lizardfolk, even humans—each transformed into grotesque Human-Dragon Hybrids. But unlike the natural Dragonblood creatures of the Burnt Kingdom, these abominations looked unnatural. Their bodies were riddled with pale scales, lumpy tumors of excess flesh, and malformed limbs. Some even sprouted extra heads or arms. Corrosive saliva dripped from their jaws. And their eyes—burned with madness, empty of reason.
Singo exhaled slowly.
"My suspicions were right. This place… isn’t a dungeon. It’s an Experience Points Experiment Facility."
"We were lured here on purpose."
"The one behind this Tower… it’s the Mage."
Stuffed Bun was still listening when a half-dragon goblin, scrambling on all fours, lunged at him from behind, teeth bared, aiming for his throat. Lucky for him, his Plate Armor held firm—enough to stop the initial bite. In that split second, he twisted, drew his sword, and severed the creature’s head.
Even decapitated, the body continued to thrash. One clawed hand clung to his armor. The other raked across his arm, tearing through flesh. Only after several breaths did the spasms finally cease.
"Jesus Christ! What kind of monster won’t die?!"
"Stop fighting them! Run!" Singo and Stuffed Bun bolted down the Corridor of Bones, sprinting for the end.
They burst through a final archway—facing a massive, steel-forged gate.
"Open it! Hardcore Player!" Stuffed Bun yelled.
"Shut up! You do it if you’re so brave!" Singo snapped, frantically fumbling with the lock. It wasn’t a simple mechanism. He wasn’t a Rogue. His Skilled Hands Proficiency hadn’t reached the level required.
Behind them, a Dragonized Centaur closed in—its lower half a nightmare of scaled, serpentine limbs, its tail dragging behind like a whip. Its upper body was emaciated, skeletal, drained of life. The scales on its chest glistened with thick, sticky fluid.
Suddenly—CLANG!—the gate swung open.
SWISH—
A massive Battle Axe slashed through the gap, cleaving the centaur in two. The severed lower half writhed on the ground, limbs flailing like a headless insect, until stillness finally claimed it.
Stuffed Bun and Singo dove through, slamming the gate shut behind them with their bodies.
They stared at the familiar face on the other side—eyes wide with relief.
"War Fury Brother!"
"I’ve been looking everywhere for you. These things are a pain to kill!"
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang grinned, rubbing his smooth head.
The three—scattered earlier by the Dragonized Wolfmen—had finally regrouped.
(End of Chapter)
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