Evil God Corridor

A long corridor stretched ahead, lined with countless closed doors, and an evil aura that didn't belong in this world permeated the air.

Charlotte drew his pistol, gathered his Bloody Glory, and with Insight fully active, he ventured deeper into the mansion.

This mansion was incredibly deep. Charlotte ran for over ten minutes and still saw no end, only the long corridor and countless closed doors.

He didn't even attempt to explore the rooms on either side of the corridor. His Insight could "see" that the rooms behind the doors were filled with darkness, utterly alien to the human world.

A strange buzzing sound approached from the distance. Just as Charlotte raised his pistol, he saw a black beetle fly over and circle around him, seemingly unwilling to leave.

Charlotte hesitated slightly, then took a step forward. The black beetle immediately flew several meters away, as if leading the way.

He followed the black beetle without hesitation.

As the black beetle circled back and forth, the corridor ahead began to change. Countless winding passages appeared, and the branching paths were endless.

Charlotte felt a slight regret, but there was no turning back now. He was absolutely certain that Anne was trapped in the dream realm.

As for whether it was worth it to break in and save a stranger girl?

It was too late to say that now.

Led by the black beetle, Charlotte ran for a full half hour. He knew this was completely abnormal; while the mansion was imposing, it wasn't this vast.

Charlotte grew increasingly anxious. Suddenly, he heard a scream. The black beetle also accelerated its wing beats, leading him through several winding passages.

Charlotte rushed forward a few steps and saw a young maid lying on the ground, covered in blood, with only her upper body intact and a mess below her stomach. When she saw him pass, hope flickered in her eyes, and she called out in a trembling voice, "Save me, save me."

Charlotte felt a pang of sorrow. Even if he became a master-level Transcendent, he couldn't bring the dead back to life; that was the domain of Deities.

This young maid only had her upper body left; he had no ability to save her.

Nor could Charlotte bring himself to end the maid's suffering; he wasn't that heartless.

All he could do...

Was cover his face and pass by.

The maid's screams grew more and more desperate, and Charlotte's mood was also extremely grim.

He was certain of one thing: Yang Mills was performing some evil ritual, and this residence had become non-human. He feared there weren't many living people left inside now.

"I wonder how Miss Anne Brittany is doing, whether she's met with misfortune."

Charlotte had never anticipated that helping with a small favor would lead him into such a high-level conflict.

He continued to push forward, following the black beetle. A strange girl in hunting attire came running towards him. Seeing Charlotte, she was both surprised and delighted, calling out, "Mr. Mecklen, save me."

Charlotte was slightly surprised. He raised his nearly new Magnum Hand Shuttle high and asked, "How do you know me?"

The girl in hunting attire's pretty face flushed slightly. She said, "I'm Anne! Anne Brittany."

Before Charlotte could reply, he saw a monster over three meters tall, completely red as if it had no skin, carrying a massive maul, slowly pursuing them.

In such a dangerous situation, Charlotte instead calmed down. He closed his eyes, then raised the Magnum Hand Shuttle high and fired three shots at the girl in hunting attire.

Smoke curled upwards, and the figure of the girl in hunting attire gradually blurred, transforming into a tall, sinister man. He cried out in disbelief, "How could you shoot me?"

Charlotte's answer was to quickly fire two more shots.

At the same time, he felt incredibly fortunate that his first awakened ability was Insight.

Charlotte didn't understand why Yang Mills didn't disguise himself as the real Anne Brittany but instead transformed into a stranger girl, but this didn't affect the outcome.

He became wary and used Insight once, discovering the true identity of the girl in hunting attire. He used five bullets to finish off the person who was attempting to awaken the Evil God.

Yang Mills fell to the ground, blood gushing from the five bullet holes in his body.

The monster, over three meters tall, completely red, carrying a massive maul, as if it had no skin, did not disappear. It continued to approach step by step.

Charlotte took a deep breath, reached down, and gripped the Vampire Hand Axe hidden at his waist. Bloody Glory surged into the Vampire Hand Axe, and the axe blade glowed with a faint bloody light.

Back in college, Charlotte's major was focused on government civilian positions; he hadn't planned on being a combatant.

His martial skills were quite ordinary, his close-quarters combat techniques were especially poor, and he lacked combat experience.

Unless absolutely necessary, Charlotte didn't want to choose to fight.

In this situation, fighting wasn't the best option either.

Charlotte didn't even dare to use Insight.

If the opponent was that overseas Evil God...

The best outcome of looking directly at an Evil God was becoming blind.

A slightly better result was complete madness.

The worst result wasn't death; it was having one's bloodline cursed, with descendants born to bear misfortune.

The previous owner had tried it once, and the result was neither good nor bad; he simply died cleanly!

There was another possibility.

This monster was... Anne Brittany.

The girl had been transformed into such a ferocious appearance by evil power.

Whether it was killing the noble daughter of the Brittany family or being killed by Anne, both were extremely serious incidents.

"Why do I have to fight?"

"In my previous life, I was just a math teacher, not a combatant!"

Charlotte watched the monster charging towards him, his heart torn.

The Yang Mills residence was surrounded by the City Patrol.

Among them were even some familiar faces to Charlotte, officers who had previously investigated cases at the Savings Society Apartment. The young, handsome City Patrol officer, Dobbin, looked at the swirling black mist with a massive headache and asked, "Can anyone tell me what's happening here?"

A City Patrol member said, "This is Yang Mills' home. He killed his wife a few days ago. Who knows if he's feeling remorse and planning to use some evil magic to summon that lady's soul back to continue tormenting her."

This terrible joke didn't elicit any laughter. Instead, it put the arriving City Patrol in a very bad mood. If this joke turned out to be true, they would be in big trouble.

Summoning a soul from the underworld was a massive event!

Dobbin scoffed at the idea. He looked at the Yang Mills house, which was emitting thick black mist, and had no intention of going inside to investigate.

The young City Patrol officer whispered, "When will the Transcendent arrive from headquarters?"

The City Patrol member who had made the joke earlier said, "Transcendent value their lives a lot more than we do."

Dobbin reprimanded him but had to agree with his point. Every time they encountered something like this, the Transcendent in the military wouldn't "rush over quickly." They would only appear leisurely once the situation was clear and then claim all the credit for themselves.

Dobbin was confident in his swordsmanship, but he wasn't a Transcendent. In this kind of situation, swordsmanship wasn't reliable. Acting rashly would only lead to death.

He sighed and said, "Let's wait for orders from headquarters. We just need to guard this place and keep people from getting close."

The black mist billowing from Yang Mills' residence grew even thicker.