Her fifth daughter died, so she deleted his bloodline. novel Chapter 133

Chapter 28

[Initial players: 16. Remaining players: 9.]

The system voice announced the deaths.

With the trash taken out. I turned my attention to the mermaids on the floor.

I sighed and opened the system store.

1 scrolled until I found it: Marine Life Restorative.

The price tag nearly gave me a heart attack.

2000 redemption credits per bottle!

And one bottle was only enough for one mermaid!

I had been grinding missions like crazy.

Even with a perfect zero-sanity clearance, I only earned about 100 credits a run.

Even with bonuses for first clears and hidden objectives, a dungeon maxed out at 600 to 1000 credits.

There were eight mermaids here.

That was 16,000 credits!

Resurrection only cost 9.999.

The system was basically committing highway robbery.

But when I looked at the mermaids, trembling in pain and fear of my weapons, I could not walk away.

I gritted my teeth and paid the price.

I used all eight bottles.

The transformation was instant.

Their rot vanished, replaced by flowing blue hair and shimmering scales.

They swam around me, singing a song of gratitude.

They told me their story.

They had been mutated by nuclear waste dumped into the ocean by humans.

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Filled with hatred, they became monsters after death to torture players.

But they met me before they could hurt anyone.

I moved on to the sixth floor.

Before I could knock, the door creaked open.

A small, broken face peeked out.

Judging by the tattered clothes, it was a child.

She looked at the butcher knife in my hand with terror.

“Lady from upstairs… please do not kill me. I have not hurt anyone…”

I knew that.

This was a new dungeon.

They had not had the chance to hurt a soul.

Behind the child stood a group of other monsters in equally horrific states.

There was an old man in reading glasses, a pregnant woman covered in blood, and several students with backpacks.

Eleven of them in total.

I guessed who they were immediately.

I blinked hard to keep the tears from falling.

A maniac on a rampage had driven his car onto a sidewalk.

He killed eleven pedestrians waiting for a traffic light.

I looked at the little girl.

She could not be more than five.

She was barefoot, and the price tag was still on her new dress.

“Sweetie, tell me. Do you have a wish?”

The child’s remaining eye lit up with hope.

‘Lady. I want to see my mommy one last time.”

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Then she hesitated, twisting her fingers nervously.

“Is that too much trouble?”

“If you ever get out, could you just tell her something for me?”

Tell her I was the one who wanted to buy clothes that day. It was the bad man’s fault, not hers.”

Tell Mommy not to be sad.”

The chat feed was flooding with tears.

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