This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 267 Park Chang-beom... Died!

The voice was incredibly lifelike, even capturing Vassim's usual slightly suppressed, low tone perfectly.

Park Chang-beom felt a chill run down his spine, his head spinning, and his mind went completely blank.

He forced himself to calm down, took a deep breath, and shouted at the top of his lungs towards Wasim's bed:

"Wahim! Are you in bed?!"

The sound echoed in the dark dormitory, then was swallowed by silence.

no respond.

Unbeknownst to him, dormitory 303 had been quietly split into three parallel universes that did not interfere with each other by an invisible force.

In the space and time he inhabited, he was alone from beginning to end.

Park Chang-beom gritted his teeth, reached for the unopened bottle of mineral water beside his pillow, and smashed it with all his might towards Wasim's bed!

"Thump!"

The mineral water bottle hit the bed board with a dull thud and then rolled to the floor.

Wasim isn't in bed!

This realization pierced Park Chang-beom's last shred of hope like an icicle.

So... could the one in the cabinet who is crying for help in pain really be Vassim?

To save or not to save?

The rule is clearly stated in black and white: Never open the cabinet!

But what if... what if the rules are wrong?

If I don't save him now, who will save me when it's my turn next?

Saving Wasim means gaining an ally and a chance to survive!

Take a gamble!

This idea spread like wildfire, instantly overwhelming the fear brought by the rules.

Without further hesitation, Park Chang-beom suddenly rolled out of bed, his bare feet touching the ground. Relying on his memory, he lunged at the desk and grabbed the bunch of brass keys.

The key made a soft, clinking sound, which was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

"Hurry...hurry...I...hoarse...hoarse...I can't breathe..."

The "Vasim" sound from inside the cabinet became even more shrill and distorted, mixed with a chilling, choking sound as if someone were being strangled.

"Hold on! I'm coming!" Park Chang-beom's rationality was completely overwhelmed by panic. He rushed to the cabinet door, his trembling hand gripping the key. He tried several times before finally managing to insert it into the lock.

"Snap!"

With a soft click, the latch popped open.

Park Chang-beom tossed aside the keys, grabbed the cold cabinet door handle with both hands, and with all his might, pulled it outwards—

The moment the cabinet door was opened, a strong, putrid stench wafted out.

The inside of the cabinet was not completely dark.

The runes carved on the wooden inner wall emitted a faint, dark red light, barely illuminating the interior of the cabinet.

Immediately afterwards, Park Chang-beom's gaze met a pair of eyes.

Those are not Wasim's eyes.

Even... those weren't human eyes at all.

Bathed in the glow of the dark red runes, a pair of murky, bloodshot eyes, brimming with primal bestiality and cold mockery, were fixed on him from the depths of the cabinet.

That was... a white ape.

Its size almost filled the entire cabinet space, hunched over, yet full of a twisted power poised to be unleashed.

Its white fur was a sickly, filthy white, and its skin was covered with wrinkles, like the skin of a corpse that had been soaked in water for too long.

Its face was long and narrow, its snout protruded, its cheeks were sunken, revealing its white, interlocking fangs, and thick, dark yellow saliva dripped between its teeth.

Its long arms were unusually thick and covered with sparse, tangled white fur. At the end were jet-black, curved, and sharp claws, which were now gently resting on the inner wall of the cabinet, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Time seemed to freeze for a moment.

The next moment, the white ape grinned, and a hoarse, sinister laugh mixed with Vassim's voice squeezed out from deep within its throat.

Before Park Chang-beom could react, a long arm, like a pale, giant python brimming with power, suddenly shot out from inside the cabinet!

"Ugh!" Park Chang-beom only had time to let out a short groan before his neck was gripped tightly by the giant claw.

The white ape's other claw simultaneously gripped his collar and part of his flesh, pulling him back sharply!

"Bang--!"

The heavy cabinet door slammed shut automatically with a speed and decisiveness that defied the laws of physics the moment he was completely pulled inside!

Immediately afterwards—

"ah--!!!!"

A heart-wrenching, agonizing scream suddenly erupted from inside the cabinet!

The screams were mixed with the horrifying sounds of flesh being torn apart, bones being crushed, and a greedy, rapid swallowing and chewing sound.

Then, the sound gradually faded, eventually fading into a suffocating silence.

........................

Lin Feng in another dimension was also awakened by a very slight sound.

"Sizzle... sizzle... sizzle..."

In the absolute silence of the early morning, it appeared exceptionally clear.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, and in the darkness, his pupils contracted slightly.

The sound came from the storage cabinet under the bed.

He realized almost immediately: Rule 1 had been triggered.

Lin Feng was not alarmed. He simply lay quietly in the darkness and listened for a few seconds.

He then gave a faint smile, raised his hand, and lightly brushed his fingertips through the air.

The next second, he took out a pair of seemingly ordinary black earplugs from his personal space.

These are earplugs specifically designed to block out the singing of "Prisoner No. 11, the Songstress" in the previous instance, and their effect is quite exaggerated.

Lin Feng pinched the earplug, gently kneaded it with his fingertips to make it softer, and then inserted it into his ear.

The world fell silent instantly.

The originally clear and piercing scratching sound seemed to have been completely blocked by an invisible wall, disappearing without a trace.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow in satisfaction, closed his eyes again, adjusted to a comfortable position, and his breathing quickly and gradually became steady.

........................

In Vassim's dimension, however, the situation is quite different.

Wasim was awakened by a slight "thump thump thump" vibration.

The vibration was coming from under his bed, rhythmic, like someone gently tapping their fist inside a closet.

Immediately afterwards, the scratching sound of "sizzling...sizzling..." could be clearly heard.

Wasim frowned, immediately realizing that dormitory rule number 1 had been triggered.

After the scratching sounds continued for a while, suddenly, a muffled sound, filled with rapid breathing, terror, and pain, came from inside the cupboard—

"Wasim...it's me...Lin Feng..."

"Help me... I've been dragged into the closet by that thing..."

"Quick...open the door...I can't hold on much longer..."

That voice was exactly the same as Lin Feng's usual voice.

If Vassim hadn't had an extremely clear understanding of Lin Feng's strength, he probably would have been fooled by that voice.

But at this moment—

He was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but chuckle.

"ha?"

"Lin Feng?"

"Dragged into the closet by that thing?"

He even looked down at the cabinet and rolled his eyes.

"Are you kidding me?"

"You?"

Even a bizarre being of the caliber of "Cyrus Mohn" was forcibly "exorcised" by him.

Would someone like that be dragged into a locker by some unknown "thing"?

He yawned, stretched, then nimbly rolled over and covered his ears with a pillow.

"It's so noisy."

"I want to sleep!"

"We can talk about it tomorrow."

After saying that, he ignored the desperate cries for help coming from inside the cabinet, and soon his breathing became steady again.

Scratching and cries for help continued to emanate from inside the cabinet, like a poorly staged performance with no one watching...