Moli Hotel was a fairly famous mid-sized hotel in the city.
What made it famous, beyond its excellent value for money, was that it was an exotic inn established by another race. It not only accommodated non-Featherfolk guests, but also served food suited to every race's tastes, especially grilled meat dishes that Featherfolk did not particularly enjoy.
This is so damn boring. How much longer do I have to keep living like this?
Inside a luxury room on the fourth floor, the half-naked Zhao Yan soaked in the bathtub, holding a wineglass in one hand while enjoying his delicious "meat."
This was already his third day here. Other than slaughtering to his heart's content in the Underground World on the first day, he had spent the following two days only finding a few unlucky souls here and there below. Once the giant whale entered the pond to slaughter the little fish, fighting became hunting, and it took only a day for the fishpond to be emptied.
Fortunately for him, he had killed enough on the first day, so his "reserves" were still sufficient. But—
"Tsk, it's starting to stink. Boring."
He abruptly climbed out, and the "water" in the bathtub spread all over the floor. The crimson "water" seeped directly through the crack beneath the door, staining the floor red.
And to keep it "fresh," the "faucet" hanging on the wall, which had still had the strength to scream yesterday, had now become a dried corpse.
"...Ugh, disgusting."
Though he complained, he had no room to be picky at a time like this. At the very least, he could dispose of the "leftovers" that might cause trouble.
Few Rule-level powerhouses were fools, and Zhao Yan was certainly not one. He had long since figured out the rules of Sentencing here.