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Thanks to “Biip Bops” for the donation, this is the first additional release. 
“Additional meal and… as much cola as I want?” Xiao Qing’s words were cryptic, and Xu Yintang took some time to understand his meaning. He recalled the common sense education he had received and said earnestly, “Thank you.”
“It’s nothing,” Xiao Qing waved his hand casually as if trying to dismiss the slightly awkward atmosphere. He coughed naturally and switched to another topic, “I don’t think he lied.”
He grinned at Mr. Fairman, who was sweating profusely and unsteady on his feet.
“Why don’t you sit down and tell us slowly?” Xu Yintang suggested once again, but this time he avoided the empty seat beside him, pointing to a chair not far away. Surprisingly, when Xu Yintang moved his hand, Little Darling’s tentacle immediately followed suit, extending to grab the chair’s leg and pulling it over to Mr. Fairman’s side, even kindly wiping the seat with its tentacle tip.
At this moment, the child was a bit older and enjoyed showing off, though he still instinctively curled up and wanted to hide when praised, but it didn’t stop him from being eager to help his mother every time.
Xu Yintang pinched the tentacle a couple of times after pulling the chair and retracting it onto his lap as a form of praise. He said to Mr. Fairman, who looked pale and about to faint at any moment, “Please, have a seat.”
With the chair brought over by the child, Mr. Fairman had no choice but to sit down shakily, as if he were sitting on a bed of nails. The nightmarish illusions in his mind, stimulated by the touch of the tentacles, seemed even more real. He felt like he could see the contours of Xu Yintang’s tentacles wriggling under that beautiful skin.
It was like he had fallen into a never-ending nightmare, unable to distinguish the boundary between reality and illusion.
When these symptoms occurred in players, it was a temporary madness caused by the loss of too much sanity in one go. But to be scared like this just from seeing a single tentacle without even seeing the dozens of tentacles entwined with Little Darling’s main body…
Xiao Qing muttered quietly, “His willpower must be very low.”
Tiantian nodded in agreement, “His initial sanity must have been low as well.”
“Cough.” Huahua coughed to make the two of them be quiet and urged Mr. Fairman to continue without paying them any attention.
There were many symptoms of short-term madness, and Mr. Fairman was most likely trapped in some kind of terrifying hallucination. Being able to speak logically was already a great achievement, as applying additional pressure could easily push him into complete madness.
Xu Yintang cooperated by pulling a blanket from the side to cover Little Darling’s tentacles. He saw the shadow of the High Priest of the Nightmare Cult in Mr. Fairman and knew that if he were further frightened, Mr. Fairman would also turn into a demented state, with eyes rolling back and saliva flowing.
Not being able to see Little Darling’s tentacles wildly flailing in front of him seemed to bring a little comfort to Mr. Fairman. He swallowed his saliva and continued to talk about his family history.
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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The Feier Hotel was designed and built as an altar from the beginning, and the fire ten years ago was a long-planned large-scale sacrifice. They used the painful deaths of hundreds of people who were burned alive to nourish it, forcibly giving birth to a young Feir deity sapling.
But no one had truly seen that sapling. The moment it arrived, it disappeared into another dimension that humans could not see. The vast root system of the plant spread to every corner of the hotel, instantly taking the lives of everyone at the sacrifice scene, including the hotel manager, Mr. Fairman, who was guarding the gate outside.
He was deprived of his soul and went into a coma for a year before disappearing from the hospital. When he was found again, he had already self-immolated in a hotel room.
“He was transformed,” Mr. Fairman said, thinking of his uncle’s fate, his face showing a horrified look. “He turned into a ‘bud’ of Feir, just like a flower attracting insects, continuously creating more death for it.”
Feir’s sapling needs more death to nourish its growth, just like how plants require sunlight and rain to grow. It doesn’t possess actual intelligence; it merely survives on instinct. Every three years, it’s its pollination season when it devours and transforms selected souls into buds, all in pursuit of more death to bloom and bear fruit.
Mr. Fairman suspected that this might be the part of the family legend about “making souls immortal.” This speculation intensified his fear of Feir’s existence.
“Even though the transformed Mr. Fairman looks exactly like my uncle, with the same memories, appearance, and habits, I still doubt that he is not my uncle, but rather a perfect replica.”
Who can prove that a person with all their memories, appearance, personality, and habits exactly the same as the original person is not the original person? Even the current Mr. Fairman never questioned his own identity. Sometimes, Mr. Fairman felt that his doubts were absurd and laughable, but when facing the ghost who claimed to be his uncle, an indescribable sense of discord tore at his soul, forcing him to consider such possibilities.
“So, this time, it’s us who have been chosen?” Xu Yintang asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Fairman nodded, and it was so obvious that there was no need for denial. “Feir’s roots have entangled your shadows. I, and the other spirits, can sense it. They will use every means driven by instinct to kill you. And I am commanded by the family to help Feir get what it wants at any cost.”
Even though he knew that Feir was a plant driven solely by instinct and lacked intelligence, he couldn’t influence the higher-ups in the family who regarded it as a deity.
“The elders believe that only with a thriving Feir can the Fairmans achieve immortality.”
Mr. Fairman had done this kind of thing before. He had drugged drinks in Lei Bo, added nuts to Edster’s afternoon tea that he absolutely couldn’t touch, and lured Gerald to enter Lei Bo’s room when Laura was panicking.
Sometimes, he self-deprecatingly considered himself the bee pollinating the divine tree, making relentless efforts to ensure that flowers blossomed everywhere in the hotel.
“If it weren’t for Gerald…” Mr. Fairman sighed. “So, I originally planned to take it slow. In the past, it was relatively easy to handle one or two people, but this time, there are five of you, and you all gathered together as soon as you met…”
His plan was very meticulous, designed to create a terrifying atmosphere of supernatural oppression and engage the players in a battle of attrition. In front of so many apparitions and rotting corpses, it was easy for normal people to become paranoid and worn out. Some might even break down and commit suicide without him having to intervene.
He cleverly concealed the twisted malice within his plan, disguising himself as a victim oppressed by his family and frightened by the ghosts, all the while having an entertaining fascination with the idea of tormenting these chosen sacrifices until they broke down and died.
He wasn’t worried about Lei Bo seeing through his disguise; the essence of a lie was never in speaking seven parts truth to three parts falsehood, but rather in making every part sound true while subtly guiding the listener’s thoughts in the desired direction.
“We were originally planning to start tomorrow…” Thinking about the outrageous developments in just one night, Mr. Fairman couldn’t manage a smile. “By the time you checked in, it was almost dinnertime. I was afraid that rushing things might scare you away.”
So he intended to give everyone a night of rest and relaxation, allowing the guests to adjust their mindsets to a vacation state before gradually introducing fear and panic. The effect would be better than confronting them as soon as they arrived.
But Gerald couldn’t wait until the next day.
Mr. Fairman cursed Gerald, who was no more than a scoundrel, over and over in his heart.
The scene belonged to Laura, that was for sure, but a single glance at Xu Yintang’s appearance and physique told Mr. Fairman that it was definitely Gerald who had rushed to break the defenses and demand bloodshed.
Laura was weak in character, and if it weren’t for Edster’s sweet talk blinding her mind back then, she probably wouldn’t even have dared to mention divorce. She usually only dared to target the old, weak, sick, and pregnant. How could she, by herself, confront a group of young and strong people five to one?
Only Gerald, a man with no brains, would do such a thing. After all, some men’s self-esteem was like phosphorus, it didn’t need to be ignited; it would explode on its own.
Mr. Fairman’s hint was not entirely clear to Xu Yintang, but the others understood it instantly. Xiao Qing looked at Xu Yintang’s face, then patted his chest, pretending to sigh, “A blue-faced calamity.” Xu Yintang was bewildered for a moment, but he chose to redirect the conversation back to the main topic.
“Since you came to find us,” he said to Mr. Fairman, “what do you want us to do?”
“Well…” Mr. Fairman seemed somewhat hesitant, his gaze shifting and unable to meet Xu Yintang’s eyes.
Xu Yintang said, “It’s okay, you can state your request, and we can discuss the details later.” He also put forth his own request, “After all, we came here for a vacation, and it wasn’t our intention for things to escalate like this. So, if you have a good plan to resolve the situation, we are willing to consider it.”
“Also, regarding your statement that Feir’s roots have entangled our shadows, we hope to resolve that as soon as possible.”
Since entering this instance, Xu Yintang’s system has remained very quiet. His values remained stable, with only a 1-point increase in the “Mystery” attribute due to skill usage. Besides that, he hadn’t felt any abnormalities in his body or mind. However, the mention of roots entwining shadows reminded Xu Yintang of the monster in Laura’s scene, with its sharp teeth resembling petals. It could easily swallow a person whole and had been bitten off later by Little Darling, thanks to his insatiable appetite.
Xu Yintang had kept a small piece of that creature in his system’s backpack. At the time, he had felt that its yellowish-green porous appearance resembled a plant more than an animal. He hadn’t expected it to be right.
Two cubs found food delicious and nutritious, but it would generally not be good for humans to be around it, so it needed to be disposed of as soon as possible.
Mr. Fairman subconsciously followed Xu Yintang’s train of thought and said, “I don’t know how to get rid of Feir’s roots. Its roots are spread throughout every corner of the hotel. As long as people are inside the hotel, they are entirely within its control. If you want to escape from the hotel…”
“I don’t know what will happen specifically, but Mr. Lauren from room 2213 left and came back, perhaps when we were handling Laura and Gerald’s bodies, he saw something. When I went to look for him, he had already disappeared, and when he returned several days later, he was thin, his eyes were dark, and he had lost all his light.”
“He demanded to stay in room 2213 as soon as he arrived, but he died as soon as he entered the room. After Mr. Lauren was transformed, I only saw him once, and he became just like that thing.”
Mr. Fairman pointed to the lifelike doll on the bed, and the vivid craftsmanship reminded him of something, causing him to shudder slightly. “He seemed to have had his life force completely drained and had really turned into a plant. He had no reaction to external stimuli.”
Mr. Fairman continued, “But even though we can’t get rid of the roots, I have a suspicion about this matter.”
“Mr. Fairman’s scene is where the family conducts the ritual to produce Feir’s sapling. I believe there must be some special significance to it. So, if we can prevent that ritual from taking place in his scene, there may be a glimmer of hope.”
Mr. Fairman finished speaking in one breath and looked at Xu Yintang, waiting for his response. Xu Yintang nodded and exchanged a glance with Xiao Qing. Xiao Qing raised an eyebrow slightly and spoke, “Could you wait outside for a moment? We need to discuss this.”
When Lei Bo initially realized that he hadn’t been forcibly marked with a ghost talisman to block his hearing, he thought he had gained some trust and was happy. That was until he saw these people pick up their phones and open the group chat. Xiao Qing even helped Xu Yintang adjust the input method in the middle of it.
Then, one by one, they lowered their heads, and their fingers flew over their screens as they engaged in a lively exchange within the group. Lei Bo couldn’t help but burst into tears once more.
These people! Are they really not demons?
Mr. Fairman, waiting by the door, was also quite anxious. He leaned over to the door, hoping to eavesdrop on their conversation. Naturally, he couldn’t hear a thing, even after listening for a while. After a while, Xiao Qing opened the door and stuck his head out, his cheerful smile reminding Mr. Fairman of his own boss.
“We think your plan is quite good. Could you come up with a more detailed proposal for us?”
“Could you give me until after breakfast?” Mr. Fairman looked at the clock, which indicated it was past five o’clock. “Breakfast only ends at nine o’clock, and there’s still over three hours. I believe you can definitely do it.”
Author’s Note –
Confirmed, these people are devils.
The author, who was driven bald by the detailed plan, says so. Seeing some little angels asking for more updates, I checked the saved drafts and favorites.
Everyone quietly texting the plan, lmao! Thanks for the update 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I totally forgot that players are also affected by Xu Yintang’s ~bad vibes~ maybe they forgot too. ‘Wow, so weak’ they say, completely forgetting how terrified they were of the children in the beginning.
Mr.Fairman thinking that Little Darling’s tentacles are Xu Yintang’s and that he’s some eldritch abomination that the others are just cool with is hilarious and… weirdly accurate?
Mother teach you how to treat this dirty monsters
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