Tang Sui’s eyes opened in the dark chamber.
The three wooden walls that remained sealed, along with the single long, open corridor, told her there was only one way forward, no other choice.
Then, a heart-wrenching cough echoed through the long, dark passageway.
The piercing pain of her heart being stabbed during her last death seemed to linger, as did the breath held taut from extreme tension. This caused Tang Sui to gasp, then cough again, nearly suffocating.
After the coughing subsided, she took about ten seconds to recover before slowly standing up.
The lessons from her previous two deaths made her afraid to even approach the door, so she remained frozen in the center, motionless like a puppet, her mind replaying the information gained from those two deaths.
First, the masked figures here were not friends, but enemies.
The voice she heard the first time, and the message akin to a trial revelation she received the second time, were real.
Secondly, everyone in this accursed place was an enemy.
It was like a trial ground where only one person could emerge victorious.
The last point was that after each death, she was transported back to the starting point, as if reset, with all injuries gone.
Though she didn’t know why she revived without harm, it conveniently allowed her to counter-attack.
And the location where she was respawned had the exact same spatial structure as the previous two, but the physical location of the dark chamber was undeniably different.
This series of information and developments felt strangely familiar to Tang Sui, yet she couldn’t recall where she had encountered a similar situation. It was as if a corner of a perfectly square white paper had been playfully folded, ruining its perfect shape and making it irregular.
Realizing her memory had been tampered with again, Tang Sui lowered her eyes.
After a few seconds, Tang Sui took a deep breath. Instead of following the intentions of the mastermind controlling this bizarre space and stepping into the seemingly endless corridor, she paced to the sealed wooden wall on her left.
The masks plastered densely on the wall and doorframe watched Tang Sui’s actions. Their non-human, slit eyes cast meaningful glances her way.
Tang Sui paid them no mind. The next second, she clenched her fists, channeled her qi to her dantian, concentrated her strength in her right fist, and swung it fiercely at the wooden wall.
"Bang!"
The wooden wall caved in under the immense force, leaving a spiderweb-like indentation.
It looked solid.
"Hee hee hee..."
A faint laughter seemed to drift through the gusting wind that swept through the corridor.
Tang Sui ignored it, continuing to pound on the wooden wall with punch after punch. Even as her hands became bloody and her finger bones seemed to crack, she didn’t stop.
After hammering away for a while, she resorted to kicking, relentlessly creating a hole just large enough for her small frame to pass through in the thirty to forty centimeter thick wooden wall.
It was indeed connected to another passage. Sudan Novel Network.
Squatting down, Tang Sui peered into the dark corridor on the other side of the wooden wall from a safe distance. After waiting a moment and hearing no other sounds, she reached out and snapped off several sharp splinters from around the hole. After collecting seven or eight pieces, she first tossed them into the other side of the wooden wall, then cautiously squeezed through the wooden opening herself, arriving in another pitch-black corridor.
Upon emerging, Tang Sui realized that the other side of the wooden wall led to another chamber, enclosed by three walls. Just like the room where she had woken up, it only had one exit.
But it was a corner, at least.
Ignoring the masks plastered on the walls of the new dark chamber, which exuded a myriad of emotions, Tang Sui looked at the long corridor that now opened to her right, instead of directly ahead. Her gaze fell upon the wooden debris scattered on the floor, and a few spots of dried, reddish-brown traces.
She squatted down, touched the dried blood spots, and looked up at the long corridor ahead, murmuring softly:
"Time has no concept, impossible to judge... What will I encounter this time..."
As she spoke, Tang Sui turned, her indifferent gaze fixing on the masks, a cold smile pulling at her lips. Under the shocked eyes of the masks, Tang Sui leaped.
The shadows, as fate would have it, finally covered their field of vision.
"Creee!"
The wind blowing through the air seemed to sharpen, as if something was letting out a mournful cry.
Tang Sui, having successfully exchanged old for new, stood with her back to the pitted wall, re-entering the new, endless corridor ahead...
"Tap, tap, tap..."
Light footsteps approached gradually.
Tang Sui, who had maintained a state of alert, walking silently, gripped a sharp piece of wood in her arms. Her eyes were sharp and intimidating, like unsheathed blades.
This time, it wasn’t her being approached.
It was her approaching someone else moving in this corridor.
Even though the other party had also suppressed their breathing and slowed their footsteps, Tang Sui discerned their location.
The footsteps stopped, and their breathing became even lighter.
It was as if the other party had also set up an ambush.
3...
Tang Sui’s gaze drifted to the tightly shut sliding door. Following her intuition, she silently counted down the seconds.
2...
She stealthily gripped the sharp corner of the mask in her arms.
1!
"Clang!"
Tang Sui yanked the sliding door open violently. The two previously unconnected spaces seemed to become connected and parallel with the opening of this door by Tang Sui.
Four sharp-edged masks were thrown by her as projectiles. The crimson pupils within their slit eyes became the only light in the darkness, tearing through the night!
Taking advantage of the opponent’s evasion, Tang Sui charged forward, fingers together, channeling her strength into a precise thrust that pierced the vital heart of the person cloaked in black robes.
"Ssssh,"
Warm flesh and blood enveloped her hand.
The moment she ended the other’s life, a peculiar feeling flashed through Tang Sui’s mind.
Seeing the other person’s face clearly at such close range, Tang Sui froze.
This face—!
Tang Sui almost cried out, her mind going blank.
The person whose heart she had pierced, cloaked in black robes, had an aged face. A silver mask adorned their right side, covering half of their face.
However, Tang Sui would never forget this face.
She snatched her right hand back as if burned. The warm blood felt like potent poison, dripping down her fingers and quickly pooling into a small puddle on the ground.
"How... could it be you..."
Tang Sui’s pupils trembled as she recalled this person in black robes, who should have been dead long ago, even consumed by Ape Mask.
The black-robed figure, having lost their support, collapsed with a dull thud, more blood gushing from the hole in their chest.
A large amount of crimson blood converged into a viscous puddle, soaking the soles of Tang Sui’s shoes.
This felt like a signal. The flash of insight Tang Sui had missed before now became clear in her mind.
She instantly realized who the red-robed figure from the Spirit Hall she had killed before was.
It was the person whose voice that Fox Mask had chosen to use, the one the Fox Mask had told her about, one of the strongest enemies she had unconsciously absorbed when her system took over due to life-threatening danger on her birth—a Titled Douluo expert!