At exactly 1:30 a.m., Wang Da Fu opened his door and stepped into the corridor, his Inventory slung over his back and his face tense.
Just moments ago, his room had suffered another power outage.
According to the pattern Nan Tian had worked out, he had to risk going down to the first floor to have the front desk change his room.
He had originally wanted to bring Nan Tian along, but for some reason, none of the private messages he sent received a reply. Zhou Zhuang, on the other hand, had eagerly invited him.
Under those circumstances, his choice needed no explanation.
"...Taking the elevator?"
Wang Da Fu could not help but look somewhat puzzled as he looked at Zhou Zhuang before him.
"That's right. The power only went out a short while ago, so we don't need to worry about electricity for the time being. Taking the elevator is more convenient."
As he spoke, Zhou Zhuang had already walked over to an elevator.
"Come on, let's hurry."
"Uh..."
Though he was hesitant, with Zhou Zhuang having already made the decision for him, Wang Da Fu still followed.
Before entering the elevator, however, he carefully inspected it. Only after confirming there was no strange red paint inside did he finally feel at ease enough to enter with Zhou Zhuang.
Very soon, as the elevator doors closed, the light outside silently turned blood-red...
Meanwhile, on the eighth floor, Room 808.
"..."
Looking at the door before him, which could only remain half-closed after the Divine Child had violently destroyed it earlier, Nan Tian let out a long breath and gathered his courage to push it open.
The reason he had deliberately returned to this room was not because he wanted to seek death. Rather, if he wanted to become a