WTNL Chapter 99

Fantasy Amusement Park
Chapter 99: “You don’t need to be afraid of me.”

The piece of paper was damp and sticky, with familiar printed text faintly visible on it:

[Fantasy Amusement Park Employee Rules]

Yun Bilan, Wen Ya, and the others were all taken aback.

They exchanged glances, leaned closer, and carefully read the contents on the paper:

Welcome to joining Fantasy Amusement Park as an operator of the Crazy Little Train attraction in the Leisure Zone. The park provides high-quality benefits for employees, including but not limited to high year-end bonuses, three months of annual leave, and comprehensive personal safety insurance. For your safety within the park, please consciously observe the following rules.

1. The off-duty time for this park zone is 6:00 PM. Please do not work overtime, do not stay overnight, and leave within half an hour after the park closes.

2. During your work in the park, you must wear a doll costume or put on clown makeup. Never take off the costume or remove the makeup within the park. If someone asks you to do so, please ignore them and quickly move away.

The first two rules were identical to the employee rules in the roller coaster, but from the third rule onwards, the remaining content was completely different.

3. This attraction opens relatively late and has no fixed schedule. Employees, please wait for notifications in the staff rest area on the east side of the North Square. Do not head to the work area ahead of time.

4. The equipment operation for this attraction is simple, with only a power supply and one switch.

5. After all tourists have boarded, please turn on the power. After driving the train through three tunnels, please turn on switch [1].

6. After returning to the departure station, if there is a shortage of passengers, please leave the driver’s cabin and turn on the power again before leaving.

7. Satisfy the tourists’ requests as much as possible; they are our ■■■■■

[Roller Coaster Attraction Equipment Operator Emergency Handling Rules]

1. If you violate rule [1], please refer to page 5, section 2.1.2 of the Employee Rules.
2. If you violate rule [2], please refer to page 8, section 1.1.3 of the Employee Rules.
3. The time for the last train of this attraction is ■■■■. Please contact the cleaning staff, ■■ frogs ■■■■ and leave.

“So… these are the employee rules for this attraction?”

Yun Bilan’s gaze fell on the item and the note in front of her, and she concluded: “Many clauses have a high similarity with the ones from the roller coaster, but there aren’t as many taboos.”

“Right.”

Wen Ya nodded and pointed to rule five: “But now the conductor is already dead, so it seems we need to turn on switch [1] manually; otherwise, I highly doubt this train will be able to return to the starting point.”

“It’s just a pity that a lot of the key information is illegible…”

Yun Bilan frowned, trying to see the text beneath the smudged parts of the paper, but she got nothing.

She raised her head:

“At least we’ve learned one important piece of information now.”

“That guy probably isn’t dead.”

Everyone was taken aback, their gazes converging on Yun Bilan one after another.

“Whether those pursuers succeeded, or he was dragged away by zombies, it would be very difficult for him to have time to dig these things out of his pocket and leave them for us.”

Yun Bilan shook the cat doll in her hand and said:

“So, I guess it’s highly likely that due to some sudden reason, he had to leave temporarily, and left these items behind for our subsequent clearance.”

“Of course,” she took a deep breath: “This is the best-case scenario.”

The worst-case scenario… actually didn’t need to be said; everyone could guess it.

Wen Ya looked at the teammates in front of her and said:

“The only thing we can do now is continue looking for serum and ammunition, and hope he can appear again.”

“…”

The rest of the group nodded with solemn expressions.

“That’s right.”

In all directions were bright, cold mirrors. Above, below, the walls—countless mirrors surrounded him, making one dizzy, unable to tell where they were.

The man kept his eyes lowered.

That face could almost meet the limit of human imagination, but that kind of beauty was cold, cruel, inhuman, an almost purely alien, aggressive beauty.

This kind of beauty wouldn’t evoke admiration; on the contrary, it appeared terrifying.

His eyes were like molten gold, the depths void of any emotions or desires familiar to humans. Powerful and primal, devoid of good and evil, devoid of joy or anger, yet instinctively making one feel awe and panic.

Too close.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Wen Jianyan felt his heart rate skyrocket, like he had a small animal tucked in his chest, struggling to escape from between his ribs.

Although his limbs weren’t bound this time, and his movements weren’t even restricted, that intense sense of threat hadn’t disappeared; compared to before, it had intensified several times over.

A cold sensation rose from the soles of his feet, and the urge to flee screamed in his mind.

Can’t flee.

And can’t escape.

Wen Jianyan was rational.

Although he was easily frightened, he would never make rash moves dictated by emotion and instinct.

Whether fleeing or resisting, it was all futile and of no help to his current situation.

Wen Jianyan gritted his teeth, forcing his feet to stand still.

His back was mere millimeters away from the cold, hard mirror surface. He could almost clearly feel the chill conducting from the glass, raising a shudder on his skin.

The teenager stood unmoving in place, allowing the other party to caress his body with a gaze that felt almost tangible.

This distance, this size difference, it was simply like shrinking into the other party’s embrace.

“Even in your dreams.”

Wu Zhu thoughtfully lowered his eyes, staring at the human so close to him, his voice indifferent: “You fear me?”

Wen Jianyan: “…”

Well, what else?!

However, in that moment, his heart also sank.

As expected, that dream he had in the system space wasn’t just a dream. The other party could indeed invade his dreams through that brand, and even invade the system space through it.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt that small patch of skin near his hipbone faintly burning up, releasing an ominous heat under the friction of his clothes.

“That’s right.”

Surrounded by countless mirrors, Wen Jianyan raised his eyes from below. Those amber eyes presented a pale, glass-like texture under the light. Using that youthful, slightly hoarse voice, he replied:

“After all, as you know, I am a human.”

The teenager’s posture was docile, his voice carrying a restrained and clever flattery. It was extremely hard to detect, yet it could easily scratch the itch in one’s heart, a highly skilled and traceless technique:

“How could a human not fear a god?”

While flattering with his mouth, Wen Jianyan’s brain raced frantically.

Encountering the other party again in this [Fantasy Amusement Park] instance had two possibilities. The first was that he was just that unlucky, once again accurately entering an instance where the other party was the BOSS—luck so bad he could buy a lottery ticket in reverse. The second was that the other party was actively seeking him out.

Although as time went by, Wen Jianyan had gained a new understanding of his own luck, probabilistically speaking, the second was still more likely.

And that dream he had in the system space after the last instance ended further corroborated this guess from the side.

Wen Jianyan carefully, stealthily raised his eyes, observing his “Father God” in front of him through the gaps in his eyelashes.

Soon, he realized something.

Unlike when they met in the previous instances, the other party seemed to not have a literal “physical body” this time. Although he could still manipulate shadows and even had the authority to drag him into the mirror, even in this “Mirror Maze,” the other party’s figure still only appeared in the mirror, rather than genuinely standing in front of him.

Interesting.

Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly, quickly lowered his head, and resumed his previous respectful and submissive appearance.

Wu Zhu looked down at him, his golden eyes clearly reflecting the image of the human before him:

“You need not fear me.”

His voice was deep, without much fluctuation, almost giving a gentle illusion: “I agreed to your request, did I not?”

…Request?

What request?

Wen Jianyan froze.

Why didn’t he remember making any damn request to the other party?!

The next second, heavy shadows crept out from the depths of the mirror, tightly wrapping around his body.

“!”

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank.

The next second, the distance he had spent a minute inconspicuously putting between them was easily erased once again. The teenager was dragged back, his body forced to press against the mirror surface.

During his struggle just now, the already loose shirt had slipped open. That patch of scarlet talisman patterns branded on the fair, soft skin rose and fell along with the human’s rapid breathing.

The cold mirror pressed against his lower abdomen, the soft, warm skin forced tightly against the smooth, hard surface.

Under the confinement of the dark tentacles, Wen Jianyan was forced to raise his head and meet the other party’s eyes.

“You said you would become a useful bishop.”

Those cruel, scorching eyes stared at him, his voice indifferent: “For this, you staked the ownership of your soul.”

“Since that is the case, you must fulfill your duty as a believer.”

The man in the mirror raised his hand and, through the mirror, caressed those scarlet patterns.

Although he wasn’t directly touched, Wen Jianyan still had the illusion of being slowly caressed by the other party’s palm: “Fragments of my soul are hidden in one of the places here. Find it.”

“Bring it to me.”

Under the pressure of the mirror, the teenager’s pupils shrank slightly, his breathing uncontrollably quickening.

“You need not fear. I am not an evil god who takes pleasure in torturing his believers.”

Wu Zhu scrutinized the human before him.

“Even if you fail, I will bestow upon you the highest reward.”

The corners of his lips curled up slightly, a greedy smile flitting across the surface of his pale, thin lips, revealing sharp, snow-white teeth: “To become one with the god you love.”

Wu Zhu leaned down, tracing the contours of the teenager’s jawline through the mirror, his actions possessing a fluid, terrifying elegance.

He narrowed those hungry golden eyes, his voice deep and cheerful:

“I am very much looking forward to the day I feast on you.”

The train clattered along, the scenery outside the window flashing by rapidly.

The corpses that crawled into the train during the second tunnel passage had exploded again. Eighty percent of the space inside the car was completely occupied by the sticky frog eggs, shrinking the streamers’ movement space to the extreme.

A crack tore open in the void.

“Thump!”

A teenager was thrown in from the crack.

Wen Jianyan’s pupils shrank. Fortunately, he activated an item in time before landing, avoiding the fate of being eaten by these disgusting things.

Fuck.

The teenager, with a gloomy face, crawled up from the sticky frog eggs. Although he had a protective shield, he essentially still face-planted into the frog eggs.

Wriggling eggs slid off the translucent shield, dripping down to his feet.

Wen Jianyan swept a glance at the void behind him, viciously grinding his teeth.

Bitch.

I’ll kill you sooner or later.

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Author’s Note:

A real god gong: You need not fear me; I will not hurt you (affectionate)

A fake god gong: You need not fear me; I’m just planning to eat you (affectionate)