If the individual named "Lorimas" was already dead, how could they cry?
If Lorimas was already dead, how was anyone supposed to kill Lorimas?
Standing in the corridor on the hotel's fifth floor, Lian Xiangyu tore out several strands of his blue-black dyed hair, but still failed to make sense of it.
To Lian Xiangyu, powerful supernatural horrors were naturally terrifying, but what might be even more terrifying was having to use his brain when facing them. Rather than search for clues and ponder the details, rather than carefully arrange things for all thirty human players, rather than consider what might happen in the future, Lian Xiangyu would much rather go up to the sixth floor right now, challenge that fellow named "Lorimas" to a fight, and battle to the death!
He had never liked using his brain anyway. Before becoming a Nightmare World player, he had been nothing more than an aimless third-generation rich kid. His poor grades didn't matter. Neither did his father giving up on him and turning his attention to grooming his younger brother, who was still in high school. None of that would affect Lian Xiangyu's life of eating, drinking, and having fun.
Compared with endless classes, Lian Xiangyu much preferred the tension and exhilaration of racing along roads outside the city with his good-for-nothing friends in the middle of the night.
He didn't have to worry about money or think about the future. If there was wine tonight, he would get drunk tonight. And if he had a beautiful woman he liked in his arms, Lian Xiangyu could live every day as blissfully as an immortal.
Then he became a Nightmare World player, and that Red Moon brutally crushed his entire world. Suddenly, the mountains of money his father and grandfather had earned meant