My Skin Needs Touch, Their Stomachs Turn novel Chapter 118

Chapter 14

The agonizing screams from the lower levels cut out abruptly, replaced by the cold, mechanical chime of the

system voice.

[Initial Players: 30. Surviving Players: 5.]

Only five left?

I exchanged a grim look with the two rookies beside me.

One was Tiffany, the fragile student who had been sobbing in the lobby when we first arrived.

Including the three of us, that meant only two other people were left alive between the ninth and first floors.

A dark premonition churned in my gut as I checked my phone, but the group chat remained silent as the

grave.

I took point, with Tiffany trembling at my heels and the gym rat guarding our rear. We crept down the

stairwell with bated breath.

An invisible force field slammed down over us the moment my foot touched the landing of the ninth floor.

A man and a woman stepped out from the shadows. They brandished glowing, high-tech firearms, their faces twisted into arrogant sneers.

“Hand over every Visitor Pass you have.”

“Do it now, or we’ll gut you just like those idiots downstairs.”

It was Scarlett and Justin.

They had been playing us from the very beginning, acting like veteran guides to earn our trust.

Scarlett had messaged me with advice earlier, but she had conveniently omitted the most crucial part of the

strategy.

Arthur had not died in vain, but his legacy was darker than I realized.

Surviving past the fourth day didn’t actually require winning over the neighbors or collecting their cards the

hard way.

Most players weren’t lucky enough to start with lethal gear or perceptive enough to find the hidden clues in the dumpster.

There was a darker alternative: The Hunter’s Rule.

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Kill a player, inherit their access keys and their entire inventory.

They were fattening us up like cattle.

Once the prey did the hard work of scavenging, the predators would swoop in for the harvest. We were just the livestock Scarlett and Justin had been raising for slaughter.

And I had accidentally become the prize hog.

God, I hated that analogy.

The rules of this purgatory game didn’t just permit PvP; they actively encouraged it.

Unfortunately for them, Scarlett and Justin had severely underestimated their livestock.

I unzipped my coat to reveal the crimson dress beneath and pulled the Cleaver of Devotion, the Visceral Spool, and the withered arm from my inventory.

“Tell me again. How exactly do you plan to kill me?”

I gave the cleaver a casual swing, and their rank-8 defensive barrier shattered like glass.

The arrogance on their faces crumbled along with their shield. They collapsed to the floor in a heap of trembling limbs.

“Alice, please! I made a mistake! We just wanted to survive so badly… please spare us!”

I looked down at them without a shred of pity, ignoring their desperate pleas.

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