Chapter 43
by GideonChapter 43: Hotel – 9
As the saying goes, none of the players who managed to enter this promotion instance were easy opponents.
And if there were any exceptions, they would have already died in the Puppeteer’s earlier survival game.
Therefore…
The group successfully made their way through the ventilation duct with their nimble movements. Before the rat swarm even had a chance to appear, they reached the exit and jumped down into the third-floor kitchen.
The players had barely landed when they found themselves face-to-face with the NPCs working in the third-floor kitchen.
The players: …
Well, wasn’t this awkward?
How should they put it…
“Head Chef, long time no see—”
At this critical moment, Storm was ultimately the one who stepped forward with a smile and took responsibility for everything.
“I’ve come to deliver a warning.”
A warning?
The Head Chef’s eyebrows shot up. The cleaver in his hand immediately came down hard onto the chopping block.
If you were here to deliver a warning, why hadn’t you used the front entrance? Why did you have to come down through the ventilation duct?
Who did you think you were fooling?
Trying to fool a ghost?
Well, wasn’t he doing exactly that?
Storm remained expressionless.
“There’s an NPC holding a survival game inside the hotel. He’s slaughtering everyone indiscriminately. There should already be no survivors left on the first and second floors…”
Storm acted as though he hadn’t noticed the cold look on the Head Chef’s face and rearranged his words, mixing truth with half-truths.
“We were lucky enough to escape into the kitchen. Before they broke through the door, something happened with the ventilation duct…”
Huh?
A survival game?
Slaughtering everyone indiscriminately?
And there were supposedly no survivors left on the first and second floors?
Upon hearing this, it wasn’t just the Head Chef who couldn’t keep a straight face. Even the other kitchen NPCs exchanged glances before…
Bursting into laughter.
“Hahahahaha! That’s hilarious! Does he even know how many guests are staying on the first and second floors? And he’s saying there are no survivors left? That’s the funniest joke I’ve heard all year!”
“Exactly! Even if those guests on the second floor just stood there and let someone chop at them, the blade would probably get so blunt it would curl!”
“Besides, our hotel’s boss, Mr. Tu, is an S-rank big shot. Who would dare disrespect him?”
“That’s right! If the boss weren’t in the hotel, I might believe this with a 0.01 percent chance. But the boss is right here on the third floor! If something like that really happened, how could he not know? How could he not step in?”
“And our hotel has more than just our boss as an S-rank powerhouse now. Who would dare cause trouble at a time like this? Wouldn’t that be asking for death?”
“Exactly! Hahahahahaha! This is so ridiculous it’s practically an insult to my intelligence!”
“Is he trying to make us laugh ourselves to death so we won’t hold him accountable for breaking into the kitchen?”
“You know what? That’s actually possible! Hahahahahaha!”
…
Storm, who had merely glossed over a few insignificant details using some rather selective wording: …
He listened silently to the NPCs singing their boss’s praises, while the scene he’d witnessed earlier during room service slowly resurfaced in his mind.
Hmm…
That S-rank boss they were relying on, Mr. Tu… Surely he wasn’t the same guest from Room 3-01 who had his bones crushed by the Puppeteer and was then forced to dance under the rhythm of the chant, “One, two, three, four, two, two, three, four…”?
For a moment, Tu Jin’s bizarre dancing posture and his resentful yet helpless, furious expression seemed to appear right before Storm’s eyes.
“I’m just saying… Is it possible that your boss might not be able to deal with that NPC either… or perhaps simply doesn’t want to provoke him?”
Storm’s expression gradually turned complicated as he looked at the kitchen NPCs, who were completely oblivious to what was happening. He tried to phrase things as tactfully as possible…
“Besides, that lun— that NPC should be arriving on the third floor soon. Do you really think we’d have any reason to make up a lie like this?”
The moment those words left his mouth, the kitchen, which had previously been filled with laughter, fell completely silent.
More than a dozen NPCs looked at Storm and the others. Their expressions were so sincere that there could be no doubt about their seriousness, and their appearances were utterly disheveled…
The Head Chef instinctively wiped his hands.
“We’re all in the same boat now…”
Just as Storm was about to use his words to manipulate the Head Chef into joining their side…
A voice suddenly came from outside.
It was a voice that made every player shudder from head to toe.
“My dear Puppeteer Miss, I sincerely apologize for interrupting your meal—”
The Puppeteer, having come up to the third floor alone, approached at an unhurried pace.
Ignoring Qing Guizhu’s instantly wary gaze, he walked behind Night Jiujui under her questioning gaze and gently, politely covered her eyes with his hands.
“Considering that some of my previous inappropriate actions may have displeased you… I feel deeply apprehensive about it.”
“Therefore… I’ve prepared a little gift for you.”
His low voice came close to her ear. There wasn’t even the slightest hint of apprehension in it. Instead, his words carried an indescribable intimacy.
“I hope my beloved Puppeteer Miss will like it—”
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