The Demon King Was Busy with the Princess-How Could He Have Time to Kill the Hero?
After clearing out the ghosts in the toilet, Russell waited quietly for three seconds before pushing open the bathroom door again, revealing a spacious corridor outside.
The corridor was long, the fluorescent lights flickered on and off, water dripped intermittently from the damp ceiling, the floor was covered with moss, and the white walls were yellowed and had black mold spots.
The doors on both sides of the corridor were stained with mottled blood, and there was a gap about the width of a finger in the middle of the doors, which made people wonder if something was looking out.
This is a technique for creating a terrifying atmosphere. It leaves room for imagination, first giving people a psychological suggestion, and then suddenly erupts when their nerves are stretched to the limit, destroying their courage and causing them to collapse in one fell swoop.
Russell paused for three seconds, regulated his breathing, and strode forward.
Are you scared?
To be honest, a little bit!
No matter how much you try to distract yourself with jokes or dirty jokes, the fear will still linger. Humans aren't machines; we can't have a cold heart. Bertrand Russell experienced joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and therefore couldn't avoid fear!
But...
True courage is not the absence of fear, but holding your head high even when your legs are trembling!
Click!
Bullet loaded!
[Ding! Host has broken through the mental limit, Intelligence +3, current attribute is 20 (17+3)]
"Three points added in one go, don't tell me this is a dream..." Russell grinned, a faint blue mist wafting out, and roared, "Come on, kids, come out and let Uncle Luo give you a good pampering."
"Hooohoo——————"
The lights flickered, and a fierce ghost was unleashed!
All the doors on both sides of the corridor were pushed open, and one after another, familiar monsters rushed towards Russell.
Chainsaw, claws, ghostly figures, mask, tongue, long hair, one eye...
Ghostly figures loomed before him, Russell's blue eyes sharp as knives. Before he could distinguish who these monsters were, he raised his gun and frantically pulled the trigger.
With all their might, the bullets imbued with Magic Power exploded into a large cloud of red and green filthy blood with each shot fired.
Ghostly Shadows swarmed in!
Russell remained calm and quickly reloaded his gun, strode forward, and fired both guns in rapid succession, leaving a trail of blood and gore in his wake.
Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud—
With his magazine empty again and no time to reload, Russell used the blade beneath the muzzle to meet the enemy. His Magic Power erupted, a vortex of energy exploded, and blue light enveloped the blade, extending it forward into a slender, translucent magical blade.
Swords flashing and blood splattering!
With each step Russell took, several monsters were annihilated. The sharp magical blade was the bane of monsters, its slashes and sweeps swift and clean, like a hot knife through butter. Behind him lay a ground littered with severed limbs and broken bodies, and those who were not yet dead could only wail and scream in agony.
Sizzle!
Russell's calf was slashed by a small monster that ambushed him. He frowned and swung his hand back, cleaving the monster in two.
The small scratches were insignificant, but as if a harbinger, as more and more monsters emerged, he began to get injured more frequently, even with his Sixth Sense telling him and him repeatedly dodging fatal wounds.
"Hooohoooooo————"
A deafening roar echoed from the end of the corridor, causing the ground to tremble slightly. A colossal python covered in purplish-black scales slithered over, its Golden Vertical Pupil fixed intently on Russell. The python opened its jaws wide, its fangs gleaming with a chilling purple venom. Monsters in its path were either knocked down, crushed, or slammed against the walls and burst open.
Russell sheathed his two pistols behind his back, did not back down, picked up the chainsaw from the ground, and charged towards Snake's Kiss.
"Awoo!"
The giant python swallowed Russell whole, then raised its triangular head and shook it, as if wondering why it hadn't tasted anything.
The next second, the giant python opened its mouth and spat out blood, its massive body writhing wildly. It was as if an earthquake had struck the corridor. The monsters were crushed into mincemeat by the crazed python, which, after struggling desperately, finally went still.
Blood flowed like a river!
The walls were covered with a layer of blood and flesh, the ground was covered with a red swamp deep enough to sink to the knees, and even the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were shrouded in a red hue.
A buzzing sound filled the silent corridor, growing louder and louder, and the giant python's corpse began to twitch.
Sizzle!
The python's belly swelled up, and a chainsaw pierced through its skin, slicing a large gash vertically downwards with a whoosh.
Russell strode out, looked at the blood-soaked corridor, tossed the chainsaw aside, loaded a bullet, and continued forward.
At the end of the corridor, in front of a tightly closed door, Little Lori dressed in a ballet costume stood with her back to Russell. She had blonde twin ponytails and slender legs in white stockings. She tiptoed back and forth, but refused to turn around.
Russell pressed his gun against the back of the Little Lori's head. Covered in blood, he was more terrifying than these devils; at that moment, he was the Evil Spirit.
"Little girl, turn around, you're so cute I can't bring myself to hurt you."
Upon hearing this, the Little Lori quietly turned around. Her pretty face had no facial features in the center; instead, it had a mouth full of fangs.
Bang!
Her head exploded, and the Little Lori's headless corpse fell to the ground.
"Sure enough, seeing that ugly face, I felt no guilt at all when I fired the gun!"
Russell turned around, looking at the hellish, nauseating corridor, and thought to himself, "This is insane." He had used up more than half of his Magic Power, was covered in wounds, had bled a lot, was dizzy, and even saw double.
"System, use..." Russell muttered to himself, pulling a bottle of... juice from his pocket!
After drinking it all in one gulp, his injuries were healed and his Magic Power was fully replenished. Apart from the mental exhaustion caused by the Carnage, he had no other negative effects.
He shook the empty bottle Russell remained silent for a long time, something he could no longer pick up.
"Subconsciously... I just took it out..." Russell felt a little embarrassed, glanced furtively to both sides, and then relaxed.
Great, no one saw it!
Russell raised his hand to touch the bloodstains on his forehead, pushed open the door at the end of the corridor, knocked down the lowly minions who were just there to give him experience, and then it was time for the BOSS.
The formula is a bit old, but it works for all scripts.
Why didn't the Demon King kill the hero from the start?
Because the Demon King is busy with the princess—cough cough, I misspoke—because he has to personally deal with every little thing, why does he need so many underlings?
The purpose of placing it on Freddy was to crush Russell's courage, waiting for him to fall into the abyss of fear before personally reaping his soul.
Inside the door, a spiraling Ironhide corridor descended, the temperature increasing as you went down. When Russell reached the bottom, he saw a huge coal furnace roaring to life.
The cold machinery and the merciless flames can be seen as symbols of hell!
Russell, armed with two pistols and on high alert for any possible sneak attacks, noticed claw marks as he passed a boiler.
"Freddy..."
Russell instinctively read out the names: three claws meant Wolverine, four claws meant Freddy, there was no mistake.
"Hahaha, I think I heard someone calling my name!"
A hoarse, shrill laugh rang out, and a figure emerged from the shadows around the corner. Black Hat, a striped sweater, and a cunning face covered in countless burn scars— Freddy had arrived!
[Bite!]
[The host has come into contact with the story character Freddy Krueger, triggering Lottery Draw and granting two chances to draw prizes. Would you like to draw now?]
"Hahaha..."
Freddy let out a groan-like laugh and walked step by step toward Russell, raising his arm and slicing his claws across the Ironhide. Sparks flew, and the metal spun with a piercing, sharp sound.
"Your courage is commendable; you actually managed to eliminate so many monsters. Didn't you feel any fear?"
Russell shook his head slightly. "Courage is controlling fear, not the absence of fear!"
Freddy grinned smugly. "That's good. I like children who are afraid."
Child!?
Are you sure I am... Oh, I'm only 18 years old, still in high school, I am indeed a child.
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