Global Collapse-Chapter 415 - 379: Butcher Assassin_1

From the conversation inside, it seemed this so-called "Holy Daughter" had been to this game countless times already.

Gu Mian felt that this game didn't operate like typical games, where you finished a playthrough and had to start over.

He speculated that the world within the game was continuously progressing, and the players controlling the characters were the ones who brought a continuous supply of these "Holy Daughters" to these people.

What a peculiar worldview.

Furthermore, from what the people inside were saying, it seemed no player had ever escaped the fate of ending up in their stomachs.

What kind of game were they playing?

Being a maverick player, Gu Mian, of course, intended to rebel. In an instant, numerous malicious ideas flashed through his mind.

New text kept appearing at the bottom of the screen.

"Although an accident occurred, weren't the previous Holy Daughters obedient? This time will be no different. Besides, we have so many people here. You go find a few people to bring Bai Sha and the others back, then we'll butcher and divide them…"

Upon reading this, Gu Mian snuck away again.

Instead of checking the forked path on the right, he returned to the dirt den Xiao Niao had arranged for her.

Back here, Gu Mian took out a kerosene lamp from his inventory and lit it with a lighter, while also casually reattaching the chair leg he had managed to remove with some effort earlier.

It's worth mentioning that these two items were designed very rationally: one hand could hold the kerosene lamp for light while the other brandished the chair leg as a weapon.

Sure enough, Xiao Niao returned not long after.

Gu Mian heard her hurried footsteps approach the entrance before she lifted the curtain to peer in, her rather plain face appearing on his screen.

"The village chief sent me to do something. Holy Daughter, please wait a little longer, and I'll be back to accompany you. Oh, and please, whatever you do, don't wander off…"

Gu Mian certainly intended to wander off and execute some malicious plans.

He watched the person before him repeatedly swallow, like someone starved for three days staring at a large platter of glistening roast meat—its rich aroma filling the air, yet untouchable.

With that, she turned and left the dirt den, heading in the direction they had arrived from.

Gu Mian guessed she was going to the well to call people to help carry the 'roast meat'.

Perhaps because the characters controlled by all previous players had ended up as food in their stomachs, these people were exceptionally unwary of her.

Therefore, Gu Mian once more removed the loose chair leg and stashed it in his inventory, and also took the kerosene lamp, plunging the room into darkness.

Gu Mian continued deeper, towards the right fork he hadn't had time to explore yet.

It wasn't that Gu Mian particularly enjoyed exploring, but Xiao Niao had gone to call people to move the corpses, so not all of them would be there. If Gu Mian tried to run out the way he came, he would definitely be caught.

The left fork only led to the village chief's room, whereas the right fork could potentially lead to other exits.

Even if there were no other exits, there might be some 'vicious' tools.

As Gu Mian pondered, his character arrived before the right fork.

He immediately entered the right fork, 'tiptoeing' in his mind.

Gu Mian's 'tiptoeing' was purely psychological; in reality, the game didn't have a 'tiptoe' option. His game character was simply moving at a normal pace.

This tunnel was surprisingly long; midway, there wasn't even a sliver of light.

Gu Mian had no choice but to control his character to fumble forward. After advancing in the darkness for about three minutes, a small spot of light appeared in the center of the screen.

It seemed there was a source of light ahead.

Seeing this spot of light, Gu Mian continued to 'tiptoe' forward.

As Gu Mian advanced, the spot of light on the screen grew larger. When it covered roughly one-eighth of the screen's area, Gu Mian realized it was an opening ahead.

Beyond the opening seemed to be a large room piled high with something white.

It looked as if someone had lit a fire in the room; an orange glow flickered, dancing on the earthen walls and seeming to cast the shadow of a person.

Gu Mian continued to move slowly forward. When the bright opening was approximately four or five meters away, new text appeared at the bottom of his screen.

"THUMP. THUMP. THUMP."

...

The moment he saw this word, Gu Mian thought someone with a cane was approaching from behind him. But he quickly realized the frequency of this word's appearance matched the swaying of the human shadow in the room ahead.

"THUMP."

The shadow on the ground swayed slightly.

"THUMP."

The shadow's swaying became more frequent.

Although Gu Mian was an orphan from a young age, he had eaten dumplings before, back in the orphanage.

He remembered when the orphanage director minced dumpling fillings, it was with this kind of motion and rhythm... the sound also seemed quite similar.

"THUMP."

"THUMP."

"THUMP."

That strange and eerie mincing sound continued to appear as text at the bottom of the screen.

Gu Mian looked at the chair leg and the worn-out kerosene lamp in his character's inventory, then glanced at the chainsaw by his own feet. He calmed himself and decided to leave this place first.

After all, back then, when the director was mincing fillings, she was holding a large, sharp cleaver.

Thinking this, he began to 'quietly' retreat.

But as stated before, Gu Mian's 'quiet retreat' was only in his mind; he knew perfectly well that when his game character moved, it was still normal movement.

Sure enough, just as he took his second step backward, the mincing sound from below the screen abruptly stopped.

Along with it, the huge shadow projected onto the ground also froze.

If not for the firelight still flickering in the room, he would have truly thought the game had frozen.

Seeing the massive form on the ground suddenly stop swaying, Gu Mian cried out in his heart, 'I'm screwed!'

After that cry, he immediately turned and fled, simultaneously pulling the chair leg from his inventory.

As he ran, he didn't forget to switch his perspective to check the situation behind him. The moment he looked back, a terrifying man with a fleshy, fierce-looking face charged into his line of sight.

His curly hair, almost reaching his neck, was filthy and matted, with what looked like bits of flesh clinging to it. A battered grey hat, so greasy it almost shone, was perched on his head.

He wore an apron, stained almost completely red, the kind a butcher would wear. In his hand, he gripped a kitchen cleaver, black with filth and incredibly sharp.

He wore a pair of leather boots, their soles caked with some red, fat-like substance that squeaked as he ran.

Although now wasn't the time to be observing someone's attire, Gu Mian couldn't help but imagine the sound of those boots running on the dirt road.

In this game, Gu Mian was just a weak young woman.

He was quickly overtaken by the furiously charging butcher and tackled to the ground.

The butcher raised his cleaver and swung it down towards the screen.

Gu Mian still had the chair leg in his hand and instinctively used it to block the sharp cleaver.

Seeing his attack fail, the butcher gripped the cleaver with both hands and, using his entire body weight, pressed down hard.

The cleaver was indeed sharp. Pressed by the butcher, it bit into the chair leg Gu Mian held, nearly chopping it in two!

At that critical moment, Gu Mian suddenly reached out with his other hand, pulled the kerosene lamp from his inventory, and smashed it hard onto the butcher's head.

Of course, that did nothing!

The glass chimney of the kerosene lamp shattered like a beer bottle, sending shards tinkling to the ground, its broken surface jagged and uneven.

And right then, Gu Mian, gripping the remaining part of the shattered glass chimney, plunged it fiercely into the butcher's neck.