WTNL Chapter 38

Fukang Hospital
Chapter 38: Although you’re a ghost, you can’t be so perverted!

In the live broadcast square.

[Fukang Private General Hospital] had leaped to become the most popular live broadcast hall in the entire square.

Not only had the difficulty been raised to B-, but the viewing value had also been elevated to the highest threshold a C-rank initial instance could reach: A+.

It was simply an unprecedented miracle!

The win rates and support rates for both the Red and Black teams hung high above the hall.

As a hunting instance, the Black team’s win rate and support rate far exceeded the Red team’s for the very first time!

[This Black team captain is truly awesome, turning the tide all by himself! There were several times when the instance madly targeted him, and I thought he was done for, but I didn’t expect him to resolve them all! He’s simply too strong!]

[The Black team is probably going to truly make history this time! His win rate has now reached 98%; it’s basically in the bag!]

[Not necessarily, the Red team seems to still be hiding some trump card. I think it’s better not to jump to conclusions just yet.]

[There are less than ten minutes before the instance automatically ends. Even if they have a trump card, it shouldn’t be of much use, right?]

[Go Black team!]

Just as the viewers in the hall were in heated discussion, without any warning, the situation suddenly underwent an unprecedented, massive reversal!

The Black team’s support rate and win rate had gradually gained the upper hand halfway through. Now, as the instance neared its end, although the support rate hadn’t changed, starting from a certain moment, the Black team’s win rate suddenly began to plummet drastically!

The black health bar at the top of the hall dropped crazily, ultimately plummeting straight to 1%!

The Red team once again seized an absolute advantage!

All the viewers were in an uproar.

What’s going on?

H-how is this possible?!

[Ahhhh what happened? Why is the Black team suddenly about to lose?!]

[I just went over to the Red team’s side to watch for ten minutes! What’s going on ahhhhh! What did I miss!]

[Fuck, I just looked at the replay. It seems the Red team used an item to summon an instance BOSS that the Black team captain had previously offended. Good heavens, a direct comeback!]

[Damn it, no way? I bet all my points on the Black team this time, no!]

[Ahhhhhhh fuck I remember now, I watched the second half of the Black team captain’s live stream in his last instance. I didn’t expect it to actually be him!]

[The person above, stop talking in riddles! I’m being tortured to death by curiosity. Can someone tell us what kind of grudge is between the Black team captain and the instance BOSS? Is there still a chance he’ll survive?]

[Um… how should I put this…]

[???]

[It’s probably the kind of grudge where… he forced the instance BOSS to act as his dog for a minute, not only slapped them in the face, but also stole their first kiss, used them to complete a mission, and then patted his butt, turned around, and ran away…]

[…]

[……]

[…………]

[Alright, got it.]

[This scammer is finished.]

Finished, finished, finished, finished…

These words played on a loop in Wen Jianyan’s mind.

The reason he dared to offend the other party so completely and without any scruples in the last instance was that he had calculated that as soon as the instance ended, it would be impossible for them to ever meet again.

And after understanding Nightmare’s operating model, Wen Jianyan felt even more at ease.

After all, streamers couldn’t enter an instance they had already participated in a second time. Even taking ten thousand steps back, the Decai Middle School instance had already been cleared with a Platinum achievement and could never be opened again.

—Since that was the case, what was there to worry about?!

As a result…

Now…

Wen Jianyan stared dumbfoundedly at the man standing before him, almost unable to believe his eyes. He felt his entire body turn ice-cold from head to toe, almost losing the courage to face what was about to happen next.

Why did no one ever tell him that BOSSes could actually drop by between different instances?!

Wen Jianyan was dumbfounded.

Isn’t this equivalent to letting him die!!!

He opened the system shop interface as fast as he could, but for some reason, all the commodities on the shop interface were grayed out, unpurchasable just like last time.

The light screen flickered twice as if the signal was bad, and then dissipated before Wen Jianyan’s eyes.

“…No way?”

One step, two steps, three steps.

The black-haired, golden-eyed man walked towards Wen Jianyan step by step. His pace was steady and even, stepping silently into the darkness swallowed by shadows without making the slightest sound. For every step he took forward, Wen Jianyan’s heart involuntarily twitched, and his entire body uncontrollably shrank back a fraction.

“Clink clank—”

The shackles on his ankles emitted crisp metallic clashing sounds with his movements, appearing exceptionally clear in the dead silent room.

Wen Jianyan’s face paled.

The shackles hadn’t been undone.

Finished, finished, finished, finished, finished…

Under instinctual fear, the young man’s upper body was forced to press tightly against the operating table. His beautifully contoured chest and abdomen were soft and firm, rapidly rising and falling with the rhythm of his breathing. The bloodstains on his fair skin had not yet dried. Every inch of his silhouette was taut with extreme tension and terror, trembling like a beautiful little animal in danger.

Shadows spread up along the operating table, lightly clinging to the young man’s body.

The man stood calmly by the operating table, his pale face submerged in the shadows, but that almost absurd, extreme handsomeness was not diluted in the slightest.

His golden eyes lowered, wave-less at the bottom, his gaze sweeping inch by inch over the human in front of him.

“H-hello there.”

Wen Jianyan greeted him tremblingly, completely showing no trace of the arrogance he had when he treated the other party as a dog in the last instance: “L-long time no see.”

When it came to immediately kneeling and admitting defeat, if Wen Jianyan considered himself second, no one would dare claim first.

Run if you can, cower when you should, and absolutely never engage in a head-on conflict.

As long as it saves my life!!!

But this time, Wen Jianyan felt a rare lack of confidence.

Not only because he had thoroughly offended the other party in the last instance, but also because of the other party’s power… to a certain extent, it seemed unable to be affected by the Nightmare system’s authority.

In other words, even if he currently had a way to purchase items, they might not have any effect on him.

This was truly too terrifying.

The other party’s gaze couldn’t be considered icy cold, let alone holding any particularly intense anger or hatred. This sense of oppression had absolutely nothing to do with emotions; it purely originated from the scrutiny between different species.

A dangerous thrill rose from the depths of his soul.

The man did not speak.

He merely leaned down quietly, pressing his cold palm against the young man’s jaw, forcing him to tilt his head up.

With a “thump,” the back of Wen Jianyan’s head hit the operating table. His vertebrae creaked under the strong pressure. The other party’s fingers were cold and powerful, acting like iron hoops that rendered him immobile, forcing him to expose his soft, vulnerable neck.

The lights overhead flickered with a sizzle. The glaring halos pierced the depths of his eyes, making him feel dizzy.

Something cold and soft touched his chest, tickling it, making his muscles subconsciously tense up doubly hard.

Wen Jianyan realized belatedly.

—It was the other party’s… hair.

The next second, the tip of an icy, wet tongue forcefully licked across the side of his neck.

—What?!

Wen Jianyan’s eyes widened in disbelief, his body jerking abruptly like a white fish.

He struggled instinctively but was ruthlessly suppressed in the very next instant. Pinned firmly to the operating table by that tyrannical force, he couldn’t move an inch.

The small cut that had just been sliced on the young man’s neck by the scalpel had already mostly coagulated, but at this moment, it was easily torn open again.

Warm, crimson blood gushed outwards, only to be sucked into another, icy mouth.

Stinging pain, numbing itch.

His fragile throat was easily controlled by the other party. The terrifying feeling of his life hanging by a thread made Wen Jianyan not dare to move the slightest bit. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down uncontrollably, shivering slightly with the rhythm of his breathing.

Soon, the other party let go.

That drooping strand of hair also moved away.

Wen Jianyan, devoid of color, looked at the other party in panic.

The man still wore that incomparably calm expression. A bit of his blood stained his pale, thin lips, crimson and demonic, like an evil spirit that fed on human blood.

The color of his eyes surged with dark gold.

Looking down from above, full of desire.

That look was very familiar, and Wen Jianyan immediately recognized it.

—It was appetite.

Wen Jianyan’s hair stood on end from fright.

You fucking do still want to eat me!!!!!

No, no, no!

What he wanted was to lie in a warm bed with a massive fortune and die of old age!

Being eaten alive by a fucking ghost was absolutely not the ending he wanted!

Think, think, think. I must think of a way to survive!

Wen Jianyan racked his brains, recalling the information he had obtained in the last instance.

—Mirror, slumber, soul, quality.

Finally, with a hoarse voice, he shouted:

“Father God!”

The other party’s movements paused. The golden eyeballs shifted slightly, moving their gaze to Wen Jianyan’s face, seemingly asking something silently.

“…”

You actually have pretty good manners before eating, what the fuck.

“Father God,”

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and said slowly: “I understand that I disturbed your slumber, and you urgently need more nourishment to restore your glory. Becoming your food is my honor, but…”

He racked his brains and slowly said:

“We need sustainable development too, right?”

“Although the quality of my soul is high, once you eat this meal, there won’t be any more. Why don’t we…”

Wen Jianyan’s lies flowed increasingly smoothly: “Why don’t you let me become your subject? I will become your loyal believer, and this way I can continuously bring you new food…”

As long as I drag out the time enough, it’s a win!

The man leaned down, swiped the pad of his finger over the remaining bloodstains on Wen Jianyan’s neck, and then gently licked it off with the tip of his tongue.

“The taste…has changed.”

This was the first time the other party had spoken in Wen Jianyan’s memory.

His voice was deep and magnetic, with a slight hoarseness, possessing a strange metallic texture.

It wasn’t very fluent, seemingly also carrying a bit of subconscious confusion.

“…” Wen Jianyan froze.

The taste has changed?

Could it be… the buff from the Mother of the World earlier still retained a bit of its effect? Making him more like a non-human now?

“Very fragrant.”

The man leaned down, sniffing the crook of Wen Jianyan’s neck, tides of desire surging deep within his dark golden eyes.

“…………”

Fuck, so perverted!

Why did changing the taste actually make you crave it more?!

—Even if you are a ghost, you can’t be this perverted, right!

Wen Jianyan was having a bit of a breakdown.

“You indeed call me Father God…but…you are not respectful.”

The other party’s language functions became fluent at a visible rate.

He used his icy fingertips to pin Wen Jianyan’s throat, slowly caressing the vigorously beating blood vessels beneath the other party’s skin:

“You said, I love you to the point of being unable to extricate myself.”

The man leaned down, meeting the young man’s gaze with those emotionless golden eyes. In their depths burned endless bestial desire, possessing a purely non-human, primal cruelty:

“—So much so that I wish I could be your dog.”

He repeated what Wen Jianyan had said in the last instance without altering a single word, even mimicking the tone perfectly.

The voice was extremely flat, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, but every word the other party spoke was like a heavy hammer striking Wen Jianyan’s heart. With every word spoken, his heart couldn’t help but shudder.

“………………”

So you didn’t forget.

Why? Why did he have to run his mouth in the last instance?!

Why!

Wen Jianyan was almost in despair.

“…What does it mean?”

The man continued to ask.

He stared at the human youth before him with those non-human golden pupils. There was no hatred in his eyes, no anger, only silent exploration, and even a hint of slight confusion and bewilderment.

Seemingly truly feeling genuinely perplexed.

“…”

Wen Jianyan froze.

Could it be… the other party didn’t fully understand what he had said in the last instance?

Then linking it to the stuttering and unfamiliarity in the man’s voice when he spoke just now—

A bold guess gradually formed in Wen Jianyan’s mind.

A spark of hope danced in his eyes, burning fiercely.

“It means,”

He gritted his teeth, throwing caution to the wind: “I fell in love with you at first sight!”

“…” The man paused, slowly narrowing a pair of dark golden eyes of indiscernible emotion, staring bewilderedly at the human youth.

“Don’t you remember? When that mirror wanted to strike a deal with me before, I already gave my answer!”

“It’s precisely because the very first time I saw you, I deeply and inextricably fell in love with you, that I desperately wanted to be with you regardless of everything! That’s why I couldn’t respect you as Father God! That’s why, out of unrequited love, I committed such a desperate act.”

The young man’s body was confined to the operating table by shackles and shadows. He tilted his head back, exposing his fair, fragile, injured neck, like a lamb offering its own throat. Docile and soft, his pair of amber eyes sincere and focused, sweet as honey, carrying an enchanting devotion and submissiveness.

His throat trembled slightly, a trickle of crimson blood running down the side of his neck:

“—All of this is because I love you.”

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Author’s Note:

#If you successfully capture a scammer whom you can do whatever you want with, please do not give him the chance to speak.

#Just fuck him directly

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