Chapter 4: How to Break the Deadlock? Stocking Up on Supplies

Chapter 4: How to Break the Deadlock? Stocking Up on Supplies

Cheng Fang wanted to chat a bit more.

Suddenly, a cold, impatient voice echoed through the room.

"Xiao Cheng, your efficiency has been slipping lately."

"I’m considering whether to replace you with someone else."

Hearing this, Cheng Fang—who had been laughing and joking just a second ago—instantly stiffened.

"Master, I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’ll send him in right away!"

With that, he immediately dragged Vest Man toward the room.

Vest Man struggled desperately, like livestock headed for slaughter, but it was futile. He was eventually thrown into the room by Cheng Fang, and the moment the door closed, silence fell.

Cheng Fang walked over to Ji Yan and said, "Don’t blame me. We’re all Players here—I just want to survive."

"When I first entered this dungeon, I started off living under the same roof as that Female Supernatural Entity. No one was more desperate than me!"

As he spoke to Ji Yan, Cheng Fang began loading the dried-up corpses onto a cart, preparing to dispose of them.

Ji Yan: "And yet, you’ve survived until now?"

He couldn’t help but feel curious.

Cheng Fang was a man too—why hadn’t the Female Supernatural Entity targeted him? Was it just because she needed someone to handle the corpses, allowing him to survive in this role?

That seemed too flimsy. Anyone could do that.

This Cheng Fang might know some strategy for dealing with that Female Supernatural Entity. Maybe he could find useful clues!

"I know what you’re thinking."

Cheng Fang saw right through Ji Yan’s thoughts and waved his hand dismissively.

"Don’t fantasize. Living with that insatiable Female Supernatural Entity, the fact that I’ve survived until now isn’t because of some strategy—it’s pure dumb luck."

Ji Yan frowned. "Dumb luck?"

Cheng Fang suddenly grinned, his expression oddly proud. "My Talent Trait is the most useless D-grade."

"Honestly, in this dungeon, it gives me no advantage whatsoever. But for some reason, it works perfectly against that Female Supernatural Entity—even saved my life."

"This Talent Trait is called [One Special Skill]. We’re both men—I don’t need to spell it out for you, right?"

"Even if my combat skills are lacking, my… hardware outperforms every other Player."

"Do you know what 32 means? It’s Guinness World Record material!"

"Thanks to this… special skill, the Female Supernatural Entity couldn’t bring herself to drain me completely. She gave me this corpse-disposal job instead, letting me scrape by until now."

"Sure, I have to deal with bodies and screen Players every day, but in this apartment, I’ve got it better than most."

Ji Yan was rendered speechless.

Talent Traits really came in all shapes and sizes.

[One Special Skill]? Seriously?

Was that how this idiom was supposed to be interpreted?

"Still, you’re the first one I’ve seen who’s this calm. Usually, the people sent here piss themselves by now."

Ji Yan shook his head. "Screaming won’t change anything."

"If I die, I’ll just get sent to the next dungeon."

"I’ve only been here for one day—haven’t even laid the groundwork. Dying now wouldn’t be much of a loss."

"Hey, you’re pretty philosophical, huh?"

"Don’t worry—when your time comes, I’ll handle your corpse gently."

Seeing Ji Yan’s unyielding expression, Cheng Fang was somewhat impressed, even admiring.

Ji Yan ignored the comment and glanced at the assortment of props on the metal table nearby. "What are those?"

"The props used to serve that Female Supernatural Entity—don’t be shocked, it’s exactly what you’re thinking."

"When that Female Supernatural Entity gets in the mood, the things she does are downright perverse, enough to shatter your moral compass!"

Honestly, even without Cheng Fang’s explanation, Ji Yan could roughly guess just by looking at the toys on the table.

Whips, chains, and silver needles were considered normal by comparison.

There were even knuckle dusters, electric batons, and other items that made his eyelids twitch violently.

Just imagining it sent chills down his spine.

But at this moment, Ji Yan saw hope in those props.

"Have these all been used before?"

"They were used on the last few unlucky souls. Can’t you see they’re still damp?"

Cheng Fang was puzzled by Ji Yan’s question—until the next second, when he saw Ji Yan grab the chains, pick up the props one by one, and examine them closely.

"What are you doing?" he asked, stunned.

"Studying them."

Cheng Fang choked.

He watched as Ji Yan picked up item after item, not only caressing them meticulously but also with a gleam in his eyes.

Even his expression showed traces of excitement.

Shaking his head, Cheng Fang couldn’t help but mutter, "I thought that Female Supernatural Entity was twisted enough, but turns out there’s someone even worse!"

Ji Yan was indeed excited—for a good reason.

On those props, he had successfully triggered his talent, [Omniscient Understanding].

Hidden information about that Female Supernatural Entity was being rapidly deciphered, one piece after another.

Hidden information meant there had to be another way to deal with her!

As Ji Yan swiftly browsed through the acquired intel, his expression gradually shifted into something… fascinating.

Creak.

At that moment, the door at the end of the corridor swung open again.

"Already done?"

Cheng Fang was stunned—it hadn’t even been five minutes.

He hurriedly dropped the corpse he was handling and rushed toward the door.

Just as he arrived, a shriveled body was tossed out.

It was Vest Man!

Now, his entire body was emaciated to skin and bones, his skin wrinkled like parchment—yet he was still alive.

His eyes were glazed over as he rasped, "Spare me… please… there’s nothing left!"

At the same time, the Female Supernatural Entity’s trembling voice echoed from inside the room.

"Still not enough."

"Keep sending them in. I need more… nutrition."

Cheng Fang’s heart sank.

What the hell was wrong with her today?

Six had already been sent in, and not only was she unsatisfied—she was growing even more insatiable.

His gaze shifted to the corner, where only Ji Yan remained. Even he started feeling a sense of impending doom.

We’re screwed!

At this rate, she might not even spare a veteran like me!

Just then, Ji Yan set down the props and walked over on his own.

"Send me in," he said.

Cheng Fang was taken aback—this was the first time a Player had volunteered without coercion. "You’re so eager, it’s throwing me off. Really in a hurry to die and move on to the next dungeon?"

Ji Yan replied, "It’s not necessarily a death trap."

"Just fulfill her demands, and it’ll be fine."

Cheng Fang nudged Vest Man’s limp body with his foot. "Hah? Didn’t you see this big guy get drained to skin and bones in under ten minutes? Where’s your confidence coming from with that scrawny frame?"

"That’s just because you weren’t up to the task."

"..."

"I’m 32 centimeters—how the hell am I not up to the task?!"

Faced with Cheng Fang's flushed anger, Ji Yan offered no response. He pushed open the door and stepped into the pitch-black room.

Through his talent, he had gathered a wealth of hidden information about the Female Supernatural Entity, leading him to a bold conjecture.

If this conjecture turned out to be wrong, his ashes might be scattered to the wind!

But to survive, he had to take risks.

He decided to gamble!

Bang!

The door slammed shut, plunging the room into dimness.

Scattered across the floor were numerous props—some even stained with blood, like ice picks and nail hammers. At first glance, it looked like a crime scene.

As Ji Yan surveyed his surroundings, a brutal force suddenly struck him, flipping him onto the ground. A strange odor filled his nostrils as an exquisitely beautiful face loomed before him.

"Why did they throw such trash in here?"

The Female Supernatural Entity ran her fingers over Ji Yan’s body, her delicate face twisted in dissatisfaction.

Meanwhile, as they made physical contact, hidden information flooded Ji Yan’s vision.

[Charming Specter: Loves devouring the essence and flesh of men. Not only does it enhance her specter power, but absorbing their marrow also helps maintain her appearance. Men are their best nourishment.]

[Congratulations! The Charming Specter before you happens to be in a state of frenzied, unfulfilled desire. So, how will you break this deadlock to survive?]

Reading the teasing hidden message, Ji Yan thought to himself—Since when did this F-Level Talent become so anthropomorphic?

A sharp pain shot through him as the specter’s razor-sharp nails pierced his skin.

The Charming Specter was utterly disgusted by Ji Yan’s frail physique.

"If there are no good offerings left, then let Xiao Cheng come in. I’ll just have to make do with him—though I’d hate to waste my little stockpile!"

Sighing, the specter’s eyes filled with regret.

Outside the room, Cheng Fang, who had been eavesdropping, turned deathly pale upon hearing those words. His world seemed to collapse.

Damn it!

She’s not even sparing a veteran like me? What’s gotten into this specter today? Her appetite is like a bottomless pit!

Ji Yan, with one hand hidden beneath him, suddenly spoke up:

"How do you know I’m no good if you don’t try me?"

"You?"

"I’m no worse than the guy outside. I’ve got a big treasure on me too—want to see?"

Hearing this, the specter’s dazed gaze instinctively drifted downward.

"Oh? I don’t see anything."

"Who said it was down there? It’s up here!"

The moment the words left his mouth, the specter lifted her head—just as Ji Yan’s hidden hand shot out, gripping a nail hammer, and smashed it straight into her flawless face.

In an instant—blood splattered everywhere.