Judging by Xia Xi's years of gaming experience.
An object left conspicuously standing in a horror setting like this.
Was either a key trigger for the story.
Or a supply chest to search before a big battle.
Either way, he needed to go investigate.
Back when he played horror games, he was timid enough that even with his cognitive filter on, he still felt somewhat uneasy.
But now, well.
As everyone knew, all fear stemmed from insufficient firepower.
When facing spirits, monsters, or zombies.
As long as you had a psychic-powered bolter, or an enchanted Desert Eagle with unlimited ammunition.
Your fear would drop exponentially.
If any remained.
Then you still didn't have enough firepower.
If you actually carried a nuclear bomb or a planet-buster.
Even if you faced Kayako or Sadako, you probably wouldn't feel much fear anymore.
At worst, you could blow yourself up with her.
As for the current situation.
Xia Xi's own stats were several times higher than this scenario's boss's.
Naturally, he only felt uneasy for a moment or two.
He walked straight in, reached out, and lifted the cloth covering it to take a look.
Underneath was just an old mirror that looked ready to fall apart, with seemingly nothing unusual about it.
So he casually began searching the tabletop and drawers.
Finally, he went to search the largest drawer.
But the moment he laid his hand on it, he felt a familiar sensation from the metal handle.
Hmm?
Xia Xi instinctively activated his Bright Red Nichirin Blade.
The next second.
The dressing table's handle rapidly turned blazing red.
It really was Crimson Red Iron Sand?
This demon's lair was pretty particular about its furnishings, actually putting a cabinet that could ward off evil here.
The crimson handle didn't directly burn the wood away.