Centipede Eerie Woman, Uncontrolled Theft

Elsewhere.

Separated, No. 2 and No. 3 encountered the same situation.

The dim room was filled with a rouge-like perfume that stirred the undercurrents of hormones.

Light and shadow fell across their faces as they looked at the unsightly bodies before them.

The players who had been trained into slaves of desire were like maggots in a filthy gutter. Thin scraps of cloth covered their shriveled bodies as they tangled together, their fallen eyes devoid of shame, disgust, rejection, or any other psychological response.

On a distant bed, a slender yet curvaceous eerie silhouette writhed like a python. As if it had just woken up, it let out muffled groans...

"Trial after trial... are they planning to wear us down with a battle of attrition?"

No. 2 stared at the seductive eerie shadow behind the gauze curtains. "You know, this round really takes me back to that Bewitching Eerie trial."

"Third Brother, my body can't handle it. You go wear her out."

"If it's you, you should be able to fill her right up."

No. 3 said expressionlessly, "The bullets from my black gun can indeed feed that eerie thing well enough!"

No. 2 looked at him in surprise. "Heh, you usually barely speak, but when it comes to dirty jokes, you're smoother than me."

No. 3: "..."

At that moment, a prompt panel regarding this trial appeared before them.

Nothing new. They still had to escape this room—

But the problem was, there was no door in this room!

The pitch-black room seemed boundless. There were no walls or doors in sight.

No. 2 covered his mouth and nose as he spoke. "This incense is mixed with Gluttony Witch's privilege. If we keep inhaling it, we'll become like those rotten bugs on the floor."

At the same time, the