Under Luo's guidance, Yu Sheng and Eileen carefully made their way through the connecting passage near the laboratory.
The outer area was unexpectedly "quiet"—although Yu Sheng had considered that the chances of encountering enemies outside the laboratory might be lower, he hadn't expected there to be not a single person along the way.
The contaminated corridors, the spiderwebs that had eroded into reality, and the viscous "shadows" silently writhing in the cracks between the walls and ceiling were everything visible in the outer area—the rebellious space station defense forces, laboratory security, and crazed researchers all seemed to be absent.
"I feel kind of creeped out." Eileen was still hugging Yu Sheng's head for dear life. The usually fearless girl actually looked frightened now. "I-I'm never playing Death O Space again..."
"You weren't this cowardly when the Star Proliferation Body erupted," Yu Sheng said, turning his head slightly to glance at the little thing on his shoulder. "Wasn't that thing scary too?"
"N-No, it's different." The little doll muttered, "Look at all the threads around us. They're not under my control at all. And these shadows—I always feel like they're full of eyes staring at me. This place is targeting me!"
For some reason, the scene from the visual files Malin had sent him earlier surfaced in Yu Sheng's mind—the blonde doll wielding a frying pan and charging arrogantly at the Omen Goddess descending from the sky.
Judging from that footage, the blonde-haired Eileen of that era had been both powerful and shameless, while the Omen Goddess had been polite yet ridiculously cowardly.
The little Eileen on his shoulder clearly combined both sides' respective traits.
Cowardly and shameless.
And short.
She had managed to take the best of everyone's worst qualities.
The little doll suddenly turned around, her scarlet eyes staring