Common and Special

9:30 PM, Room [502].

"... Was my slippers arranged like this before?"

Looking at the slippers under the bed, with most of the shoe body embedded in the floorboards, PrayerUnderDreams couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.

Compared to the germaphobe- Heavenless Heretic, PrayerUnderDreams, who has been single all this time, seems much more casual. He remembers casually throwing his shoes on the ground when they went to bed together.

... How can you arrange your shoes so neatly with just a casual flick of your wrist?

"I really am a genius."

With a sigh, PrayerUnderDreams jumped out of bed without even putting on her shoes and strode towards the wardrobe.

Since he was already planning to take a shower, he felt uncomfortable about wearing shoes and making the room all wet.

The wardrobe was located directly opposite the bed, only a few meters away. When PrayerUnderDreams opened the wardrobe door, her expression immediately changed slightly.

Inside the wardrobe, a desiccated female corpse lay among the clothes. The corpse's empty eye sockets stared at him intently, and several thick centipedes crawled out of their eye sockets, then rolled down and burrowed into the collars or pockets of the clothes.

"There are bugs in the closet... Looks like I can't wear these clothes."

With a look of disgust, PrayerUnderDreams closed the door and turned to walk towards the bathroom.

Hot water and showerheads are all provided in the bathroom. As he passed by the mirror, he glanced at his reflection and was immediately startled, bringing his face close to the mirror.

--In the reflection in the mirror, a pair of feet stood on his left shoulder.

"Holy crap, I've got pimples on my face!?"

Squeezing a rather conspicuous pimple on her forehead with her fingers, PrayerUnderDreams's expression of shock was beyond words.

"As expected, staying up late for extended periods inevitably leads to this; I really need to go to bed earlier..."

On the windowsill by the mirror in the shampoo room, there are various kinds of shampoo, body wash, and shower gel. However, the way men and women take showers is completely different... and it's not just the difference in the time spent.

Girls think their skin is smooth after showering because they feel it's clean and smooth, but if a guy's skin is smooth after showering, he thinks, "Wow, it's so smooth, it must not be clean yet..."

"Hmm? Thanks, you're a good person."

Reaching out from the rising steam, PrayerUnderDreams took the shower gel handed to her and thanked him very politely.

--The hand silently retreated back into the mirror.

After taking a shower and casually drying her hair with her clothes, PrayerUnderDreams sat back down on the bed.

The Game on the computer get harder every day, so he doesn't want to touch the computer today.

Although the points earned from playing Game have a chance to be used to draw Skill from the Mysterious Shop, one [Change Shit], one [Change Food], one [Savior], and one [Reverse Harem Technique]... have completely killed his desire to draw any more Skill.

Just as he picked up the book on the bedside table, intending to read a few more pages, a dull knock sounded at the door, followed by a familiar voice.

"Give me back my body...!"

"... Heavenless Heretic?"

Looking up at the spot by the door, PrayerUnderDreams for a moment, slightly taken aback.

"Give me back my body...!!"

The knocking grew increasingly heavy.

"Uh... your body isn't with me, it's with Black&White. Go ask them for it."

A hint of surprise appeared on her face, PrayerUnderDreams gave a fairly Honest answer.

In fact, during the day, they had different opinions on how to deal with Heavenless Heretic's body.

--Although the deceased is gone, the excellent -Level Equipment [Magic Tuxedo] is still worn on that corpse.

To avoid the corpse triggering another Anomaly Incident, he suggested cremating it. However, Black&White insisted on putting the body in his Inventory, saying that the other party might come back that night to reclaim their body... Was he right?

"By the way, do you know how you died?"

Hoping to communicate with the other party in its current state, PrayerUnderDreams out of bed and asked the thing outside the door.

"Logically speaking, your strength should be..."

"... I was killed by one of you."

After a moment of silence, a faint sound came from outside the door.

"Open your computer, and you will see the crucial evidence."

After those words, the commotion outside the door subsided, and the initial calm returned.

"Evidence..."

Without even turning around, PrayerUnderDreams casually drew a line behind her to block the charred arm that was trying to grab her foot, and sat down at the table to turn on her computer.

--On the computer desktop, which was originally filled with Game, a short video appeared out of nowhere.

"... Is the Apartment responsible for protecting us?"

Inside room [504], Bai Zhi and Night Owl's conversation continued.

"I went to the hall with Zither-Drum Harmony earlier. Most of the people gathered there are common humans. In this Apartment where so many Anomaly are gathered, do you think common can withstand an attack from Anomaly?"

Faced with the Night Owl's question, Bai Zhi gave a very affirmative answer.

"Within this Apartment, there exists a set of rules that restrict both humans and Anomaly. While these rules do restrict both, they are ultimately designed to protect the weak. As long as humans abide by the Apartment's rules and refrain from deliberately violating taboos, they can thrive within its Apartment."

"But for common, it would be impossible to beat those Game, right?"

Although he understood some of it, the Night Owl still looked conflicted.

"This room was invaded by Anomaly yesterday, and I almost..."

"Didn't you understand? Among the thousands of Floor Administrator in that lobby, most are just common. What do you mean by common?"

Bai Zhi held up a finger in front of him.

"Their Base Attributes are all around the human average, probably around ten points."

"Uh... so?"

"So they definitely don't have Fitness Room or anything like that, because they're not Player, and our Apartment certainly don't have that many extra chairs, because they're not Player."

"They are common, but we are Special."