Writer

The human face hissed and retreated, its face suddenly ripped open horizontally, and its neck stretched out to bite down on her head.

Tao Yuan held the short blade horizontally high, the blade firmly wedged into the eerie mouth, and with a forceful press of his wrist against the eerie force, the sound of the short blade tearing through flesh suddenly rang out.

The eerie figure screamed in agony, a short blade stuck in the corner of its mouth, unable to move forward or backward, but the claws it swung through also pierced through Tao Yuan's body, which was not protected by the Chainsaw.

Tao Yuan winced in pain, but his grip remained firm.

Unemployed Rules: Women are vulnerable.

"Click--"

The short blade in her hand was stuck in the bone and could not go any further. Tao Yuan quickly pulled the blade away and stabbed him several times in the neck, then cut and twisted it. Strange blood mixed with her dripping blood fell to the ground, completely ignoring the wounds on her body caused by the claws.

Until Tao Yuan severed his human hand with a single stroke.

It was as if a major artery had been severed; a piercing scream emanated from its throat, and its energy erupted without warning.

The immense force instantly overturned Tao Yuan, slamming her violently against the front door. The door, unable to withstand the weight, crashed with her onto the opposite front door with a deafening roar.

Dust mixed with sawdust flew everywhere, and the entire Corridor trembled.

"Cough cough--"

Tao Yuan clutched his waist and painfully got up, then turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, his internal organs feeling as if they were about to shift from place to place.

She hastily brushed aside the blood-stained pink hair on her face, stuck the Chainsaw into the ground to prop herself up, and calmly stared at the eerie figure still wailing and clutching his hand in the hall.

It turns out that what this unemployed man cared about most was his human body parts.

It had so many monstrous limbs that it took her ages to chop them off.

That makes things easier.

Tao Yuan's lips curled into a smile, his blood-stained lips curving upwards as he raised the Chainsaw, which he had finally gathered power in his right hand.

Facing the oncoming monster, Tao Yuan raised Chainsaw as tall as a person and chopped it down straight at the monster's head!

"Zzz--!"

The Chainsaw felt slightly stiff when it hit his head, but it quickly went all the way down.

Blood and flesh mixed with all sorts of garbage flowed out of his body, the two halves of his body separated to the left and right, and energy poured out like a burst balloon, eventually forming a red stamp that fell to the ground.

"Hmm--"

Seeing that the strange occurrences had been resolved, Tao Yuan finally relaxed, clutching his stomach in pain as he sat in the Corridor, his head resting against the scorching Pink Chainsaw, past scenes flashing before his eyes.

Damn, she's been bombarded with messages non-stop.

Tao Yuan uttered an elegant curse, trembling as he pulled out the Bubble Machine from his pocket and hastily tossed a Bank Card inside.

It was at this moment that the door to apartment 303, which she had bumped into, opened.

A pale, eerie-looking, thin, and delicate-looking figure stood in front of the door, his face clouded with gloom.

Tao Yuan belatedly glanced at the door that had been blown out of her house, then at the messy Corridor and the murder scene. For a moment, she couldn't think of any excuse.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"You're disturbing me," the resident of apartment 303 said menacingly.

[3. Your neighbor in apartment 303 really hates noise, which will affect his creative work.]

Tao Yuan instantly remembered the third Living Alone Rules and subconsciously apologized. "I'm sorry, I was just stalked. I'll compensate you. Maybe you could call the police for me now?"

If someone else can call the police, her danger can be minimized.

The young man in room 303 smiled. He took out a black pen and paper and quickly wrote something on the first page.

"The beautiful pink-haired lady who loves to apologize and then calls the police, you will die tonight. Die at the hands of a lady who loves pets."

After writing, he tore the paper off, opened his palm, and tossed the white paper lightly towards Tao Yuan.

Tao Yuan picked up the paper, and seeing the words on it reminded her of what she had witnessed that morning; her heart sank to the bottom.

It's an S-Class Aberration Rules.

This was the first time she encountered a bizarre entity capable of creating Rules that guaranteed death.

Will she die this way tonight?

So, if she kills this monster, will her fate be changed?

So what if S-Rank? She could always give it a try!

Tao Yuan forced himself to sit up, a weak smile on his face, "Sir, isn't writing curses a bit too childish?"

"What did you say?"

"Bite!"

The sudden sound of the elevator at the end of the Corridor abruptly interrupted the strange standoff between the two people.

The elevator, which had never moved before, was now stopped on the third floor.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and a thin young man in Wheelchair appeared in the Corridor.

The young man had delicate and beautiful features, with soft, black curly hair half-loose at the back of his head, and pale skin, giving him a sickly beauty.

He was sitting in a somewhat old-fashioned wooden Wheelchair, and behind the Wheelchair, two pale hands were pushing Wheelchair up and down.

The Wheelchair wheels rolled across the floor, the clattering sound sending chills down one's spine.

For some reason, 303 suddenly felt a chill. Tao Yuan stared at the young man but did not make any rash moves.

The thin young man in the Wheelchair slowly approached them. When he got closer, Tao Yuan could even see a small red mole near his eyelashes.

The touch of red, combined with his current all-black attire, gave the seemingly handsome young man a chillingly dangerous air.

The Wheelchair ran over the bizarre corpse in room 302, turning the flesh into a pulp, and then stopped beside Tao Yuan.

He first looked at Tao Yuan, narrowed his eyes, and held up the pure white page in his hand:

[Nice to meet you, Tao Yuan, I really love your soul.]

Tao Yuan immediately noticed the prominent red fox pattern on his ring finger when he held up the book.

For some reason, she always felt that there was something strange about this guy putting the mark on his ring finger.

They're from that Mysterious Organization.

At that moment, Tao Yuan truly felt what it meant to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thank you for the compliment." She forced a smile.

The young man wrote again: [You need rest]

Tao Yuan understood his meaning and staggered backward, leaving the space to him.

The young man in room 303 had already begun to quietly retreat into the room after seeing the young man in the Wheelchair; he no longer cared about her.

The young man in the Wheelchair sat in front of the entrance to greet 303, smiling gently as he held up a book to the man in the living room.

I heard you were the precursor to my birth.

[The boss said he used to dislike you, always calling you a poor student, so he created a Writer in his mind who was good-natured and never called him stupid, only praising him.]

I am a better person than you; the world only needs one Writer.

Even if the price of this body's greater power is the loss of its voice, I am willing to help it.

So, you must be very willing to give your life to help me fulfill his wish, right?

Although one was sitting and the other was standing, the one who was sitting seemed to have a more oppressive presence, and every word he spoke made the eerie figure in front of him involuntarily retreat.

303's eerie expression grew increasingly grim. He quickly and carelessly scribbled the word "death" on a piece of paper and threw it at him, but it was all ineffective.

The young man in the Wheelchair smiled, unfolded the papers, and wrote:

My Rules are your Rules, and your Rules do not apply to me.