Revenge

[Return early?]

Carryable items:

World: Hellraiser (100000000 Survival Points)

Occult: Hell Portal–Ice Crystal Ball (12000 Survival Points)

Mundane: 5 century-old wild ginseng roots (100 Survival Points), 2000 pounds (20 Survival Points), metal briefcase (3 Survival Points), 40×40 sewer floor tile (1 Survival Point), ragged clothes (1 Survival Point).

"Yes!"

"Bring the Ice Crystal Ball, the century-old wild ginseng, and the briefcase."

[Survival Points deducted successfully. Beginning teleportation]

Wu Heng felt as though he had passed through a barrier. His vision went black and his body felt weightless. When his vision returned, he was in a void-black space. He looked down and saw that he had returned to his original appearance, bare-chested, with two empty wounds in his sides.

Wu Heng regretted it a little. If he'd known, he would have exchanged for the ragged trench coat too.

Text began appearing before him:

[Summary]:

[Lighthouse Number: SL914]

[Anchored World This Time: Hellraiser 1]

[Survival Mission Automatically Completed. Obtained 500 Survival Points]

[Completed Plot Mission: Open the Lemarchand Configuration, enter the Labyrinth of Hell, and kill the Cenobite. Obtained 20000 Survival Points (Completing all plot missions increases the plot rating)]

[Plot Rating: S]

[Exploration reached 50%. All plot missions completed. Obtained Origin Fragment*1 (bound)]

Friendly reminder: The Hellraiser world will no longer produce Origin Fragments once the Tower Guardian dies.

[Lighthouse Number SL914 completed its first instance and obtained the Tower Guardian Mark.]

Lighthouse Number SL914 has been confirmed as a Tower Guardian. Personal Information Template unlocked. Mark Space unlocked: one cubic meter.

Reminder: Items carried over from this plot world—the Ice Crystal Ball, metal briefcase, and century-old wild ginseng—have been placed in the space.

Wu Heng felt a slight pain in his arm. Looking down, he saw a lighthouse-shaped mark slowly appearing on his forearm. He touched it with his mind.

A personal information panel appeared:

Lighthouse Number: SL914

Identity: Tower Guardian

Strength: ** Rank (Please test it yourself in the Lighthouse Testing Room and upload the results.)

Survival Points: 8397.

He could also sense the presence of a one-cubic-meter space. Inside were the crystal ball, the briefcase, and five century-old ginseng roots.

Wu Heng had specifically arranged for his butler to buy these five roots at a high price. They had cost several million pounds.

He'd considered that he might return to the real world penniless. He'd gotten used to throwing money around in the plot world, so it was best to bring some with him when he returned to reality.

Money from the plot world was different from money in the real world. Wu Heng had originally planned to bring gold, but first, he didn't know when he would return,

and second, he could only carry so many items. Gold was converted to money by weight. Selling a small amount would be fine, but if he sold a lot and something happened at the buying shop, they might trace it back to Wu Heng. It would be hard to explain.

So instead, he'd paid a high price to carry five century-old wild ginseng roots. According to his predecessor's memories, a century-old wild ginseng root had sold for three million in this world the year before last.

[World settlement complete. Settlement space will disappear in 10 seconds]

[Choose destination: Reality, Lighthouse]

Wu Heng remembered what the fat guy had said. The Lighthouse and reality occupied the same space, which meant that if he returned to the Lighthouse and wasted time, people outside might have already seen him disappear. They might even leave, exposing him.

"Return to reality."

Wu Heng felt dizzy, and his consciousness grew hazy.

In the dim basement.

The woman in the nurse's outfit gently set down the syringe and watched as the young man before her slowly closed his eyes.

She took out a scalpel and wiped Wu Heng's chest with alcohol.

A perverse smile curled across the nurse's beautiful, technologically enhanced face as she slowly brought the scalpel closer to Wu Heng's chest.

Lying on the filthy operating table, injected with drugs and on the verge of passing out, Wu Heng suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was fierce.

Like a lion snapping its eyes open, he no longer had any trace of the despair and dejection he'd shown a second earlier. He stared fixedly at the nurse.

"You—you..."

The nurse was startled by Wu Heng's sudden, seemingly undead return to consciousness. She instinctively stepped back and pointed the scalpel at him, stammering.

Wu Heng could feel the strength coursing through his body. In the plot world, he had merely taken Dean's form; his actual body had still been his own, so he had brought the Cursed Disciple's power back with him.

Wu Heng tensed his whole body. With a ripping sound, he broke free of the straps binding his hands and legs, then turned over and stood up.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Heng had reached out with his left hand and grabbed the woman's right hand, the one holding the scalpel.

"Little girl, you're the first person I saw when I opened my eyes."

As he spoke, he guided her hand, driving the scalpel into her own chest.

"Let's walk the final stretch together!"

The woman screamed.

Wu Heng's right hand clamped around her neck. He tightened his grip slightly, and with a crack, her scream cut off.

Her body went limp.

Wu Heng used his Siphon ability. The sunken wound at his waist quickly healed, forcing the stitches out through his skin. They fell to the ground.

All the pain in his body vanished. He felt as light as if he'd recovered from a serious illness.

Wu Heng dropped the woman and turned to walk toward the door.

"Oh, right, Qianqian." The well-dressed man's voice came from the doorway.

The well-dressed man had turned back. He seemed to have something else to say, but instead he saw the human pig who should have been lying on the operating table standing on the floor.

"How dare you stand up? Where's Qianqian?"

The man shouted impatiently.

In his eyes, a wounded human pig like this was still nothing but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He looked down on Wu Heng from the bottom of his heart and was only curious about where his girlfriend had gone.

The well-dressed man scanned the room and finally spotted what looked like a dried corpse under the bed. Judging by the clothes, it seemed to be his girlfriend, Qianqian.

"You damn beast! What did you do to Qianqian?"

"Qianqian!"

Only then did the well-dressed man finally panic. Seeing his girlfriend's state, he burst into tears and turned to run.

"Running away is against the rules!"

Wu Heng pounced like a hungry tiger, grabbed the well-dressed man as he tried to escape, and lifted him into the air.

The well-dressed man struggled frantically. Wu Heng lifted him high, then slammed him straight down onto the floor.

The man's legs snapped with a series of cracks.

"Ah! You'll go to hell for this, you damn human pig!"

The well-dressed man cursed through his pain.

"Hell? I've been there!"

As he spoke, Wu Heng used the scalpel in his right hand to cut open the man's chest.

"You're really fond of hearts, aren't you?"

"N-no, I don't like them."

The well-dressed man begged in terror.

"But you were clearly excited."

"Come on, listen to the evil voice deep in your heart."

Wu Heng placed the still-beating heart beside the man's ear. Blood stained his cheek, and the well-dressed man stopped breathing.

What a shameless scoundrel. Who knows how many innocent lives he'd hurt to deserve this.

Wu Heng tossed the well-dressed man to the floor and snorted.