A Way to Treat the Curse

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Although they could not see what was happening, every thud of the cleaver made the man in the coat and the old man tremble.

Even their white masks could not conceal the terror on their faces.

"Don't be afraid. You are all Selected Ones, so you have greater value." The Cloaked Man sitting in the middle spoke gently. "Welcome. Your current numbers are 701, 702, and 703."

"These numbers will belong to you permanently. From now on, you'd better address one another by your numbers. It will save you a lot of trouble."

"Allow me to formally introduce ourselves."

"The seven of us are the landlords of the eighteenth floor, representing the interests of the twenty-one rooms on that floor."

"Besides us, fourteen other landlords were unable to attend. But if you can survive, you may have the chance to meet them in the future. And if you live long enough, you might even get to meet the Lord of the Building."

Perhaps because they had passed the trial, the Cloaked Man who called himself a landlord had become much more amiable.

"Landlords? The Lord of the Building?" Zhu Zhongwen memorized this information.

This place seemed to be some kind of mysterious organization.

He had heard that other people had once entered strange places through connection passages, where forces with unknown legacies stretching back who knew how long existed.

It seemed he had encountered one as well.

"All right."

"You may now state your requests. In exchange, we will arrange missions for you and pay you a deposit."

"Remember, don't do anything beyond your abilities."

One of the Cloaked Men on the left spoke ominously, not forgetting to put on a false show of concern by reminding them to act within their limits.

Zhu Zhongwen and the