Hell Is Empty, Devils Walk the Earth

"What! Moonlight Clan's Heart is Panicked... Are you sure this isn't a documentary?"

Chap was completely bewildered. He had never heard of such a bizarre movie before. As a horror film, the title was far too realistic.

"Maybe I'm mistaken, but his outfit is definitely not wrong..." Russell paused for a moment after saying that, then he heard the system notification.

[Bite!]

[The host has come into contact with the story character Michael Myers, triggering Lottery Draw. Would you like to draw now?]

Russell: "..."

Holy crap, no wonder the resemblance is so high, it's not a cosplayer, it's a real person!

[Ding! Host has triggered World Quest!]

[World Quest: Hell is empty, the devils are here! The devils' minions are ordered to spread fear and send them all back to Hell without exception.]

[Mission failed; you are forever trapped in this world, a slave to the devil.]

Russell: "..."

What do they mean?

Seeing Russell lost in thought, Chap waved his hand in front of him. "Russell, what's wrong? Still thinking about that horror movie?"

At this moment, Michael turned to the two of them without saying a word, and the kitchen knife reflected a bloody hue under the light.

Without saying a word, Russell pulled out his Desert Eagle Almighty from his backpack and fired a shot at Michael, who was walking slowly towards him.

Bang!

The Magic Power- infused bullet streaked with blue light, pierced the white mask, and blasted Michael's head into a pile of dust.

The limp corpse fell to the ground, a bullet hole in its forehead, and nothing behind it... It was everywhere on the walls and the ground.

"Ah!! Russell... Russell... Russell, you killed... killed someone!" Chap was so frightened that he fell to the ground. Seeing the shooting scene up close, his legs went weak and wouldn't obey him.

Ignoring the screams, Russell stared at Michael's body, feeling that something was amiss...

Suddenly, the air around him turned cold, and he shivered. Without thinking, he grabbed Chap from the ground and ran wildly out of the haunted house.

The Desert Eagle's gunfire was too loud; even in a heavily fortified haunted house, it would alert many people. Coupled with the haunted house's complex environment, he felt something else was lurking around him, and it wasn't safe to stay any longer; he decided to leave first.

Chap's calf cramped up. It was the first time he'd seen a headshot up close, and the killer was his own friend. His mind went completely blank. When Russell dragged him outside the haunted house, a cool breeze made him cramp up and he knelt down and vomited.

Chap vomited violently, trembling as he looked at Russell. Seeing the latter remain calm and composed, as if it were commonplace, Chap felt a chill run down his spine.

This is a ruthless killer!

Fear mixed with nausea caused Chap to vomit again, crying between vomiting, "God, someone save me!"

He felt that Russell would definitely not leave any survivors. As a witness, he was doomed. Overwhelmed with grief, he realized he was still a virgin!

Russell stood outside the haunted house, vaguely sensing that there were eyes watching him from inside. He frowned and said, "System, activate the lottery triggered by Michael Myers."

[Skill Card: Demon Physique (Those embraced by the devil are driven by obsession; as long as the obsession persists, they are immortal)]

Damn it, immortality? How are we supposed to play this?!

Russell finally understood his earlier sense of unease. Now that he thought about it, it made sense. As a notorious serial killer in film history, Michael was a long-standing figure on screen. He wasn't so easy to kill.

On the other side, Chap was still vomiting, and Russell looked on with a dark expression, wondering how much this guy had eaten that night.

"Chap, you're such a coward. I thought America teenagers were immune to this kind of scene."

"You killed someone! Russell, you killed someone!!" Chap cried, his face contorted with grief. Now, he could only hope that Russell would take pity on him and let him go.

"No, that's not human..." Russell looked down at Chap, a strange look flashing in his eyes. "He is the devil's henchman, a plague called terror!"

"..."

You can turn black into white, you rich people are the real devils. Those are clearly human, haunted house staff wearing masks.

Chap instinctively shook his head, but then realized what he meant and started nodding frantically. Russell had a gun, so whatever he said was law. If he didn't want to die, he'd better shut up.

"I know you don't believe me, but that Masked Man really didn't die..."

As Russell spoke, he pulled Chap towards the parking lot. Chap thought he was going to kill him and dispose of the body, so he immediately started wailing and screaming for help.

Russell sighed and let go of Chap's hand, watching Chap run into the crowd, praying that he wouldn't run into Michael.

The thought came and went quickly. Russell sat in the driver's seat when he sensed a chilling aura approaching. In the rearview mirror, Michael, wearing a white mask and mechanic's clothes, was slowly walking towards him, a ghostly figure clutching a kitchen knife.

Russell reversed and knocked Michael down, running over his body with his car wheels, then drove straight and ran over him again before revving the engine and speeding away.

The taillights disappeared into the parking lot. Michael silently got up from the concrete, looked in the direction the Lamborghini had disappeared, and followed it without a word.

The roar of the Lamborghini grew louder in the darkness as Russell drove toward the 'Melody Lane Bar,' the place where some band was holding a concert.

Halfway there, Russell's phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and saw it was Nidi.

Russell's heart skipped a beat. He answered the phone, but before he could say anything, Nidi on the other end rattled off a string of words, her voice punctuated by sobs. He couldn't understand a single word.

After a while, Nidi calmed down and explained the whole story.

Jennifer and Nidi arrived at the bar, Low Shoulder Band took the stage right on time. The lead singer's voice was captivating, and everyone was immersed in the beautiful music. Tragically, a fire suddenly broke out in the bar and quickly spiraled out of control, spreading throughout the entire establishment.

Jennifer and Nidi escaped, and then Jennifer, as if she had lost her soul, got into the Low Shoulder Band's car. After that, Nidi couldn't get through to Jennifer on the phone no matter what she tried.

On the phone, Nidi started crying again. Russell comforted her, "Nidi, go home first. Leave the rest to me. I'll find Jennifer."

After speaking, Russell hung up the phone. Clearly, Jennifer, as the protagonist, had begun her storyline. Considering the World Quest's connection to the devil, Jennifer's situation was dire; she was probably dancing with the devil herself.

The situation is urgent, we need to find Jennifer quickly, but... where should we look?

Russell was puzzled. In the novels he used to read, no matter when or where, once the female lead or supporting female character was kidnapped by the bad guys, the male lead could always pinpoint her location and arrive at the scene at the last minute.

When it's his turn...

Russell looked at the vast night sky, his face extremely solemn. "The woods, the motel, the abandoned warehouse, or... never mind, I'll just go home, wash up, and go to sleep. I can't find it anyway."

After all, Jennifer is an important character in the plot, so she's not going to die so easily. Russell felt that instead of worrying about others, he should worry about himself first. He had quite a few troubles, such as Michael standing alone in the middle of the road.

Yes, on his way back, Russell encountered Michael was wearing a white human skin mask.

"Dude, you're not a spoon killer, do you really need to keep chasing me like this?"

Russell floored the accelerator, accelerating wildly. As he hurtled toward Michael, he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and swerved sharply, while simultaneously extending his other hand out the window, gripping the Desert Eagle.

The Blade beneath the gun barrel reflects the cold, pale moonlight!

After the roar of the engine, the Lamborghini disappeared at the end of the road, Michael's white mask head flew high into the air, and the headless corpse fell to the ground.