I returned our home while he toured with her novel Chapter 115

Chapter 11

The four bosses mobilized in perfect formation, reluctantly escorting me to the stairwell below the thirtieth

floor.

I clutched my pile of items and looked down at my red dress, moved to a mess of tears.

Who said these were the monstrosities of a horror game? Were they not just my most intimate and adorable family?

The chat feed commented with sour jealousy.

[If you gave me those items, I would think they were cute too.]

[I have to admit Alice has skills since she at least survived the thirtieth floor until now. She even won the

affection of the bosses.]

[True enough, former players could not even enter the door of the thirtieth floor. They got killed by the girl in

the blood dress the moment they reached the entrance.]

[In my opinion, with four bosses as backers and so many badass items, Alice will definitely complete the first

clear this time!]

[It feels like watching my own daughter growing up. Boo hoo.]

I arrived at the twenty-ninth floor and knocked politely on the door. It opened after a single rap.

I knew from the group messages that the players on this floor were already dead.

A pair of twins peered out from behind the door, their teenage faces visible.. They eyed my gear warily- especially the dull kitchen knife-before forcing tight, fawning smiles.

“You are the neighbor from the thirtieth floor, right? You’re welcome to visit, but why did you bring a

weapon?”

“Now you’re treating us like strangers. This is the visiting card for the twenty-ninth floor, please take it.”

They would have been more charming, were it not for their shattered heads. Their facial features were mangled beyond recognition, and a foul stench radiated from their clothes.

I pinched the plain card. It only had a small black pattern on it, and I could not make out exactly what it was.

I thanked the siblings and asked politely. “Could you invite me in for a cup of tea?”

“I think perhaps we can discuss the fate of your mother and your enemy.”

Yes, I was not actually idle when I first entered this purgatory game and stood downstairs.

While everyone else scrambled to claim floors, I had circled the building five times out of sheer boredom.

Finally, I dug out a dirty old newspaper from a garbage pile shrouded in black air. It was buried in a pile of

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vomit made of unknown slime.

Luckily, this was the old trade of a social bottom feeder like me.

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