Chapter 132: Nightmare

Unfortunately, the door didn't fly off completely, as the handle's chain pulled it back, causing it to crash against the opposite door and create a loud noise.

To ensure no detail was overlooked, York glanced around the corridor once more, then took out a still-playing Bluetooth speaker from his bag, dropped it on the ground, and proceeded into the fire escape stairwell.

This stairwell was even darker than the outside, lacking emergency lighting, making it pitch-black to the point of not seeing one's own hand.

The deep darkness that seemed to swallow everything, coupled with the occasional cold drafts, would deter most people from lingering.

Boom! The thunderous roar outside and intermittent rain added to the stairwell's terrifying atmosphere.

York scanned both up and down, his eyes imbued with crimson magic, revealing all in his sight.

When his mental attribute exceeded the hundred-point threshold, York felt as though he had unlocked a particularly useful ability.

He could generate a real-time, dynamic 3D map in his mind from all surrounding noises, a capability he faintly possessed during the Grey Bear Gang's attack on Pluto Church, which had now become crystal clear.

This ability allowed him to perceive everything, acting as a 360-degree panoramic vision, not in the perverted sense of seeing through people, but bypassing obstacles to reveal their essence in his mind.

"Like a God's eye view? I hope this doesn't evolve into some kind of super-brain," York mused, gripping his fully loaded grenade launcher and stepping towards the stairs to the fourth floor.

One step, two steps, three steps, he ascended.

With his magic power exceeding a hundred, he could transform it into any form, even granting a unique ability by deducting from the upper limit.

Surpassing a hundred in mental power not only granted him this ability but also an untapped telekinetic power.

Besides these two major categories, his life attribute, already over a hundred, manifested in never feeling tired and always being full of vitality, with his body evolving to a new level, his skin becoming smoother and his flesh firmer.

Therefore, surpassing a hundred in overall physique should theoretically elevate his strength, agility, and other basic attributes to a new level.

Thinking this, York had just reached the middle platform between the third and fourth floors when he squinted at the closed fire door on the fourth floor.

Thud! Footsteps sounded, and York saw shadows flicker past the fire door's glass, instantly creating a vivid image in his mind of two bizarrely shaped demon people preparing to rush towards the door.

"This ability is quite handy…"

Anticipating its future utility, York muttered, firing two shots from his revolving grenade launcher at the left and right sides of the fire door.

Within a second.

40×51mm holy grenades burst from the barrel, shattering the fire door and the demons behind it into a heap of lava rocks.

Roar!

Hearing more roars from the corridor, York's mind's real-time dynamic 3D map showed more demon-possessed beings.

The ceiling, the walls, the hallway—it wasn't hard to guess that all residents of the fourth floor had been assimilated.

York glanced at the ammunition band across his chest and the revolver holstered at his side, deciding to proceed with the grenade launcher in hand.

For a while, amidst the thunder and rain outside, the grenade launcher echoed repeatedly through the fourth floor's corridor.

Under the demons' howls, a rain of stone filled the air.

[In true devotion, we praise] [The Son of God, so dear] [His name be blessed and revered] […] Within this angelic hymn emanating from the Bluetooth speaker, a robust priest continued his march through the corridor, heading towards the fifth floor.

Behind him lay smoking debris of lava rocks.

"Only two holy grenades left. How many demons have been released…"

Muttering, steady footsteps resumed towards the fifth floor's fire escape, with a Bluetooth speaker at his side, now reciting prayers for the soul's rest.

[Oh God, grant them eternal rest, let eternal light shine upon them] [May their souls and all the departed souls rest in peace through Your mercy]

[…] Meanwhile, on the darkened tenth floor.

Emergency lights flickered.

Demons reveled in the corridors.

Scenes of slaughter unfolded.

Behind a cupboard, in a secret space, two children huddled.

One aged fourteen or fifteen, the other three or four.

"I want Daddy to come back!" the little girl, trembling in the arms of the slightly older girl, whispered amidst the howls and beast-like snarls outside.

Her voice was filled with fear.

"He will come back."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Hearing sounds that were either explosions or thunder, Bridget, holding her sister tightly, couldn't help but tear up,

But she kept her voice steady, trying her best not to let her sister feel her fear, as she was now the eldest.

Recalling everything that had happened, Bridget, fighting back tears, whispered into Casey's ear in a barely audible murmur.

"Once everything goes back to normal, no! When Father York comes to get us, we'll see Daddy."

Casey, hidden in her embrace, didn't see her, "So when will this priest you mentioned come for us? How do you know he will come? You said before that Mom and Aunt Elle would come back…"

This reminder made Bridget think back to their ordeal, hugging Casey tighter in the small space, her tears flowing as she clenched her teeth.

She would never forget, perhaps the events of tonight would stay with her until her dying day.

Everything started with Danny's transformation, from the moment the thunder roared, the heavy rain fell, and the power went out, everything changed.

Due to the power outage, she had left her room to chat in the living room with her mother, who was packing, freshly bathed Casey, and Aunt Elle.

Just as they discussed the power outage, Danny suddenly emerged from his room, standing in the corridor as if he had become someone else, looking at them as if they were prey, sending chills down their spines.

"A harmonious family, harmonious relationships, delicious souls for dinner, good! Absolutely perfect!"

Danny, tilting his head and standing in an odd pose, said, "Do you know, all I can think about now is how much I want to cut you open, crawl inside you, and form a perfect, happy family. I'm so excited I want to scream!"

The nightmare began…

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