7. The Operation

“Not handsome enough yet?” Chi You retorted speechlessly.
The entire school’s girls were infatuated with him. During the time she and Jiang Pan participated in the competition together, countless people had bothered them—either asking for her WeChat or requesting help to deliver love letters.

Facing Chi You’s question, Jiang Pan raised a hand to touch his flawless cheek, a faint smile on his face. “But I still don’t think I’m handsome enough.”

“I want a face straight out of a comic.”

Chi You: …

“Where did you get that gun?” Chi You changed the subject.

“I got it after finishing the beginner’s mission.” Jiang Pan took out the revolver and placed it on the coffee table.

The silver revolver was exquisitely engraved with perfect patterns, small and delicate.

However, it had a drawback—once the bullets were used up, you had to reload manually.

If danger struck and you ran out of ammunition, it would be deadly in an instant.

“Is that what the newbie pack gives you?” Chi You asked, somewhat disdainful.

Jiang Pan explained, “I chose it myself. Don’t you think this gun matches my aura perfectly?”

He held the revolver with both hands, placing it against his chest to show it off.

Chi You: …

Choosing beauty over survival.

“How many times have you done a dungeon run?” Chi You asked, sitting beside him and beginning to eat her bread.

“Second time. What about you?”

“First.”

“You’re lucky, starting with an A-level dungeon.” Jiang Pan propped his head up and looked at her.

The two of them ate breakfast in the blood-stained living room, chatting about the dungeon.

“I feel like this building is alive,” Chi You shared her impression.

“If it’s alive, then just burn it down in a big fire.”

That would be a much simpler and more brutal solution.

But the mission had two objectives: find the monster that was constantly crying before giving birth and stop the monsters from being born.

Were they supposed to stop the monsters inside the mothers or the ones in the maternity room on the top floor?

Chi You voiced her confusion, and Jiang Pan replied, “Destroy them all; one of them has to be right.”

After agreeing, they began to confirm the time for their operation.

“Tonight?” Jiang Pan asked, his gaze fixed on Chi You. “Are you capable?”

“I am.” Chi You touched her face and smiled. “I still have to go back and meet my crush.”

To return quickly to her date with the crush, they waited from day until night.

As darkness fell, the two of them moved out.

Chi You hefted the kitchen knife in her hand, while Jiang Pan wiped his gun with a cloth.

They ignored the people clutching babies around them and headed straight to the seventh floor.

Passing the fourth floor, they saw Ji Chao; his swollen belly was gone, and his face was pale as he looked at them.

Apparently, he had taken abortion medicine.

“Where are you going?” Ji Chao, who intended to follow them, was momentarily stunned but quickly asked.

At that moment, another girl from the dungeon emerged from her room, blinking upon seeing their weapons.

“Are you guys going to fight?” she asked instinctively.

“Yeah, want to come?” Chi You casually asked.

Ji Chao eagerly replied, “I’m in!”

He just wanted to be free as soon as possible, not die in this dungeon.

With permission granted, the three grabbed weapons and charged up to the seventh floor.

The maternity monster held the creature in the corridor, soothing it repeatedly.

The overhead light shone upon her, and at that moment, she radiated a motherly glow.

A gentle smile, a soft lullaby humming, her long hair flowing in the breeze behind her.

Dressed in a white gown, she seemed incredibly gentle, irresistibly drawing one closer.

Looking at her, Chi You almost believed she was a good mother—if it weren’t for the night before, when she had gnashed her bloody maw and devoured people alive.

But a monster is a monster.

Everyone in this building was a monster.

Opening the maternity room, the embryos hanging from the ceiling had grown much larger.

They must have been well nourished recently.

“Wow,” Jiang Pan exclaimed in surprise.

“Quite a spectacle.”

The two behind grew uneasy as they watched the embryos swell—what if the monsters born were like An He?

Jiang Pan was unfazed and enthusiastically stepped inside, tilting his head to admire the scene.

He took several photos with his phone, excitement shining in his eyes as he reviewed them.

A truly marvelous sight.

“Let’s start.” Chi You reminded him.

Start? So soon?

Jiang Pan obediently raised his gun and fired at the embryos above.

Five shots in a row shattered five embryos, and the monsters inside fell to the floor.

Chi You stepped forward with the kitchen knife, watching the writhing, wailing babies on the ground. She raised her hand and killed them outright.

Blood splattered across her pale face, staining it red.

Chi You’s sudden action shocked the two behind them.

They were simply mad.

“You…”

Before Ji Chao could finish, the maternity monster burst in.

She had completely transformed from the gentle figure they saw moments ago into a terrifying beast.

“My children!” she screamed.

Seeing her dead children lying on the floor and Chi You standing nearby with the bloody knife, the red droplets falling to the ground like crimson plum blossoms.

Her long hair moved violently, transforming into sharp blades that attacked Chi You.

“Damn it,” Chi You cursed, hastily dodging.

But the attacks were fierce, and without special training, Chi You darted clumsily around the cramped room.

The only one holding a weapon of truth, Jiang Pan, ignored the chaos, reloading and firing again.

Ji Chao dispatched the fallen babies on the floor.

All the firepower was absorbed by Chi You, so the others behind could continue uninterrupted.

Chi You’s lower abdomen was pierced through by the maternity monster’s hair; she stood still, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

She looked toward Jiang Pan not far away, but he was still shooting at the embryos, indifferent to her suffering.

“Jiang Pan, what are you doing?” Chi You yelled. “I’m dying here!”

“Hang on,” Jiang Pan replied earnestly.

Eventually, he shot down the last five embryos; the floor was soaked and messy, mixed with amniotic fluid and blood.

The maternity monster retracted her hair, and only when she paused did she realize all her children were dead.

“Ah—”

This was undoubtedly the last straw. Her hands dropped, legs bent inward, and her long hair floated like Medusa’s serpents—dangerous and lethal.

“I want you all dead!” she roared, her voice a cacophony of countless others—male and female, old and young.