High-End Stuff

"Daly Simone, Night Watcher of the Church of Evernight, Corpse Collector, Sequence Seven ' Spirit Medium '----"

"That's right." Vivian changed the subject and asked, "And what about him?"

Upon hearing this, Daly looked to the side, her eyes filled with tears and helplessness, and said, "Dunn Smith, Night Watcher of the Church of Evernight, the Sleepless, Sequence Seven Nightmare."

Seeing this, Altair chuckled twice and said firmly, "Darling, since Daly is cooperating so well, let's kill Dunn. Taking him on the return trip will only be a burden; it's better to deal with it sooner rather than later."

As he spoke, Altair pulled out a revolver, pressed it against the back of Dunn's head, and pulled the hammer, preparing to fire. Just then, Daly screamed, "No!!!"

Upon hearing this, Altair looked up and casually chuckled, "What? Is he your little lover?"

"Really? Your taste is that bad?"

When the pistol left the back of Dunn's head, "colleague" Daly hurriedly explained, "He's just a colleague."

Seemingly wanting to change the subject, but fearing the two wouldn't believe her, she quickly added, "Shooting a gun would make a huge noise, and I'm sure you wouldn't want your footprints to be discovered."

Vivian had been standing next to Daly, gently stroked Daly's cheek with her finger after hearing this and said with a mischievous smile, "Don't worry, I set up Wall of Spirituality before you woke up. Even if we demolish this room now, no one will notice."

"Besides, you're being very naughty. Judging from your expression, he's more than just a colleague; you must be in love with him."

"Hmm... let's play a game."

As she spoke, Vivian walked up to Altair, took the revolver, removed all the regular bullets, and replaced it with a special one.

He then turned to the two and added, "This gun now only has one Spirit-Slaying Bullet left. One shot, and it will be completely devoid of Spirituality."

"Let's play 'Russian Roulette,' one person, one gun, see who dies."

Seeing this, Altair quickly pulled Dunn up from his feet, making them face each other.

Vivian handed the revolver to Dunn, saying, "You go first."

After Dunn took the pistol, he found that his hands were already restrained, and he could not use this opportunity to create a chance to survive.

He glanced at Daly with a reluctant look, then closed his eyes, pulled the trigger, and after the first shot, he didn't immediately open his eyes and hand over the revolver, but prepared to fire again.

Seeing this, Vivian quickly threw a punch, interrupting his suicide attempt. After retrieving her weapon, she sighed and said, "You two are really strange. You clearly like each other, but you just won't confess your feelings."

Upon hearing this, Dunn and Daly both fell silent and lowered their heads, not daring to look at each other, nor to speak, ask questions, or confirm. Seeing this, Vivian added, "The way you two are acting doesn't make me feel any fun."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "Let's try a different game. Hmm... let's call it 'Executing Your Lover with Your Own Hands.' Dunn, you shoot Daly with a pistol, Daly, you shoot Dunn. One shot each, until the other dies, then you win."

"Hmm, as for the prize, let me think about it."

"How about letting the living person eat 'you'? Wouldn't that be fun?"

While Vivian was explaining the rules of the game, Altair used his abilities to hypnotize and stimulate their subconscious perceptions, gradually transforming their fear into love, making them both believe that this was the last time they would ever meet.

Before long, the two began to pour out their hearts to each other.

Mustering her courage, Daly looked at the man before her and cried, "Is what Dunn and the others said true? Do you really like me?"

Dunn, however, dodged the light, like a conman whose scam had been exposed, unwilling to admit it. Seeing this, Altair shook her head slightly, delivering a powerful blow that brought his deepest love for Daly to its peak, causing him to lose his usual dignified and composed demeanor.

The usually taciturn man suddenly burst into tears, saying, "Yes! It's all true, but Daly, you should know my age. We're more than ten years apart. I'm not as outstanding as you, not as young as you, and don't have as good a memory as you. My face is already aged, and my hairline is receding—"

"Daly, you are so young and outstanding, while I am already old and frail. So I can't be so selfish. You should find someone better and more outstanding, not me!"

While Dunn was still sobbing, Daly smiled from the bottom of her heart, giggling incessantly, as if she had been liberated. She looked at Vivian and said, "Just do it. Kill me and let Dunn go."

Dunn, who was still sobbing to the side, immediately looked up at Altair upon hearing this, as if pleading, "Kill me. Kill me, let Daly go, please."

Seeing this, Vivian instantly lost her amusement, smiling as if teasing, "Darling, who wins here? I haven't even used many tricks yet!"

"It's a draw," Altair replied casually, then untied the threads binding the two and prepared to leave.

Vivian persisted, "No, since they've both expressed their love, it's definitely a done deal, unless the guy is a loser—"

"In short, I should win this!"

"Good, good, good," Altair, who was spreading out Wall of Spirituality, said three times, thus confirming the outcome of the bet.

After opening the door, Altair bowed slightly and said, "As agreed, I will be your personal maid for three days, so please."

Vivian walked to the door and patted Altair on the head, like a master encouraging his servant.

After the door closed and the two left, Dunn and Daly were just about to breathe a sigh of relief when Altair opened the door again, looking at them with a sly grin, and casually said, "I'm very satisfied with your cameo performance today. As a reward, I'll treat you two to some high-end stuff."

As he spoke, Altair took out several pink reagents from his pocket and casually tossed them into the house.

When the reagent hit the ground and exploded, the liquid reagent instantly evaporated and turned into pink gas.

Less than a minute later, applause erupted inside the house.

--

Two days later, the house, which remained in its original state with a messy interior and a broken bed, welcomed two more male members.

A young man with long hair, who looked like a poet, looked at the damaged bed and joked, "Is the captain more powerful, or is the drug stronger?"

The other man, with a cold demeanor, did not reply. Instead, he walked to the side, put on gloves, picked up the broken test tube, smelled it, and when he could not identify the smell, handed it to his poet colleague.

The moment the poet made contact, an aged and powerless voice echoed deep within his mind, exclaiming, "High-end stuff indeed!"