Recruiting Personnel (I)

"Could you please draw a door for us, Grandma?"

Han Dong wanted to save some distance.

Where are you going?

"Lock Tower."

As long as it doesn't involve lighthouses or places with S-class ghost stories, Agatha Christie can easily draw a direct connecting door, similar to a wormhole... This is the power of origin.

Creak!

When Han Dong and Abel Door Opening, they arrived directly at a building assembled from various keys.

The Key Master's Residence.

In the collection of ghost stories I bought from Mr. Aha, this Key Master is listed as someone on the side of "Horror Kaidan".

It belongs to a special type of A-Class ghost story, and the [Lock Tower] where it is located has extremely strong self-protection measures.

Even if a powerful individual comes looking for trouble, the Lock Tower's security measures will be ineffective, and the Key Master can still access different areas through the doors.

Following the 'rules' from last time, Han Dong quickly located the Key Master's main room.

A dwarf with a large ring of keys around his neck and key rings on his hands and feet is sitting in a chair.

When Han Dong arrived, he revealed a fierce expression.

Two "key people," whose outer shells are made of keys and whose inner workings are powered by gears, stand guard on either side.

"You shouldn't be here... You're wanted by everyone! I'm not a member of the Lighthouse, but I'm not entirely part of the Horror Kaidan either; I'm neutral."

An Wanted Poster was thrown directly at Han Dong's face by the dwarf.

"Oh... Killing me and my companions grants you permanent, high-level administrator status, effective immediately. Do you value us that much?"

The dwarf craftsman urged, "Get out of here quickly. If you stay here too long, even I will get into trouble."

Han Dong showed no intention of leaving and continued, "We came here to ask you to make a special key... We'll come back to pick it up in about 24 hours."

After saying that, Han Dong showed off the Rolex on his wrist.

He added, "If we can get rid of the lighthouse, we are willing to give you more private land in the future, and allow you to open a larger key factory."

"The lighthouse cannot be overthrown the moment it is built... Come here to find me precisely 24 hours from now! I will not meet you if you are five minutes early or late."

"Thank you, Key Master."

"Wait..." the Key Master suddenly called out to the two, "The lights of the entire park are on. Even if you come here directly with the Origin Power, there is a possibility that you will be discovered... Destroy my two guards, and then give me a stab."

Han Dong did not move.

However, a giant white bear attacked from behind.

"Powerful palm strike"

With a palm strike imbued with Abel's full power, the guard who attempted to resist was crushed.

It then transformed into a white wolf and tore open the Key Master's abdomen with its sharp claws, revealing part of his internal organs.

"Wait, that's not enough... This level of deception isn't enough to fool the lighthouse."

Han Dong had a sudden thought.

A Red Ghost materialized before the Key Master, and with a single, malevolent strike, severed his arm.

"You leave from the top floor... In the bone key manufacturing room you visited, there is a pipe used to discharge flesh, which leads directly to the sewer area."

There are tens of thousands of eyes watching you on the streets right now.

Try to avoid the main road. With Mr. Aha's connections, try to find some old folks who don't care about worldly affairs. If you can get their help, it will at least help you live a little longer.

Remember, contact me to pick up your goods at 24:00 sharp...

"Thanks."

Han Dong and his group left.

The dwarf locksmith stared at the cut on his severed arm.

Due to the entanglement of evil energy, not only is the wound difficult to heal, but even the internal gear structure cannot function properly.

"That was ruthless..."

Just as the dwarf locksmith picked up his own severed arm and tried to reassemble it.

The lights in the passageway, where the main power should have been cut off, began to flicker incessantly...

Under the lights.

A strong, well-built man with half of his bangs covering his eyes, dressed in a tight-fitting suit, quickly took shape... with faint arcs of electricity flowing between his arms.

The flashlight shone on the Key Master in low beam mode.

Sizzle!

Even Though the weakest light caused the Key Master's skin to evaporate rapidly, revealing the underlying metal structure.

One of the [Lamp's] clones arrived and personally investigated.

On the other end.

Han Dong and his companion successfully reached the Underground Sewer.

Because of the Rolex he wore on his wrist, the 'refugees' living in the Underground Sewer all regarded Han Dong as a close friend of Mr. Aha, and bowed their heads to express their respect.

However, the refugees below are too weak and have no value to be exploited.

Moreover, the Underground Sewer area has significant limitations.

Han Dong had asked Mr. Aha a long time ago if he could use the Underground Sewer to move around in the park.

The answer is no.

The Underground Sewer only lead to 13% of the entire park... Most of the area has been destroyed by the Lighthouse forces, and there is a possibility that spies are also among the refugees.

After only a short distance below, we encountered a dead end and could only proceed to the surface area.

Bang!

When the manhole cover is lifted.

The image above corresponds to a 'waste' recycling station.

It's different from the scrap yards I usually imagine, which are piled high with scrap metal and cardboard.

Most of what's piled up here are 'living' organisms.

This is an unrestrained paradise, where some of the supernatural tales exhibit strong and unrestrained desires, resulting in a much faster reproduction rate than that of humans.

But the lighthouse also conducts "population surveillance".

A comprehensive population census will be conducted periodically, and those newborns without birth certificates will be identified and dealt with.

Due to the sheer quantity, some of the less desirable "waste" items are sent to Scrap Yard by various ghost stories, where they can be exchanged for money from the owners.

After accumulating a certain amount of limbs, the Scrap Yard will carry out unified compression and cremation.

"This scene is quite interesting..."

The mountain of broken limbs is essentially a ghost story; the victims are not completely dead.

Numerous severed arms crawled around here.

Some heads, lurking among the limbs, were staring at the two people crawling out of the Underground Sewer, and smelled a rare wild aroma.

Meanwhile, numerous Wanted Poster were scattered throughout the Scrap Yard.

"They're wanted criminals!! Take their heads to the Great Lamp, and we'll get permanent residency... and we can continue living."

In a short time.

The Scrap Yard began to stir.

The grotesque, foul-smelling head recalled all their limbs, reassembled them, and then attacked Han Dong and his companion from all directions in a zombie-like running manner.

The moment when the battle is about to begin.

Swoosh~~

In the darkness, a hidden black Fine Threads flew swiftly towards them.

They precisely pierced the bodies of each pieced-together zombie, stringing together dozens of zombies surrounding Han Dong and his companion in a 'skewer' manner, and then sent them to a nearby fire for roasting.

An extremely powerful aura slowly approached from one side.

As a result, the limbs in the garbage heap no longer dared to have any independent thoughts, and all hid in the Depths.

In the darkness.

The person slowly walking out was the big boss of the Scrap Yard.

I went back to my hometown today~~ It's a bit late, sorry!