Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 131 - 122: The Method of Control Variables

Chapter 131: Chapter 122: The Method of Control Variables

As the ringing continued, the roses placed against the wall aged rapidly. The petals became blotched and wilted, falling one by one.

A massive crisis had arrived!

"Team leader! There’s something weird outside!! Red!! All red!!"

The Night Watchman roared, waking up everyone who was still resting with the greatest speed.

In this haunted place, the expedition team didn’t dare to sleep deeply, merely dozing lightly. They snapped awake instantly, ready for battle.

The "dingling, dingling" sound became ever crisper.

Wang Hao, who was hiding and observing from the sidelines, found his vision turning red, the scene distorting, and his body also showing signs of disobedience. He quickly took out food that restored his sanity and started eating frantically.

"Could this ghastly thing be the actual entity of "It"?...

"No, that’s not right. Is it just a common anomaly from Taoyuan Village?"

But the expedition was a tragedy, suffering a frontal assault from the unknown anomaly. In an instant, all their martial skills were brought fully to bear!

First was the old acquaintance Pan Hao, who threw an ancient dagger with all his might upon seeing the red figure slowly floating down the road!

He roared, "Hit!"

The fierce cold gleam passed through the mist, stirring a breeze.

This dagger had the ability to hit its target without fail.

The red figure did not dodge or evade, allowing the dagger to pierce through its chest.

The red figure blinked out of existence, but the sound of the wind chimes persisted.

"Dingling, dingling".

The sound drew even nearer, as if the red figure had turned invisible.

Wang Hao hid behind a rock. Being fearless, the god with Infinite Resurrection needed no fear, only wanting to see what the follow-up plot would be.

But if this red figure got involved with him, he would not be able to control the variables.

"Can you not bother me for a while? I just want to see if the expedition did something wrong that caused the Blood Demon to expand rapidly. This lady’s arrival is an inherent part of the storyline, it would appear even without me..."

"They have to get past the first level, after all."

The sound of the wind chime, perhaps some sort of special supernatural ability, was exceedingly irritating to the ear.

All the members of the expedition team were very tense, their backs to each other as they formed a circle, vigilantly watching their surroundings.

Someone tried using earplugs to block their ears, but the source of the wind chime’s sound was indeterminate.

Even with ears plugged, it remained crystal clear.

"Gregory, use that!"

"I know... Prepare the Holy Water, to expel the evil spirit!"

Gregory took out a Black Ball from his pack, the Strange Object they had saved for a dire emergency.

On the Black Ball was the emblem of a hexagram. With gritted teeth, he cut his wrist, letting his fresh blood drip onto the hexagram.

Something eerie happened—the Black Ball began to move, slowly opening a sinister eye, and an outrageously malevolent aura radiated from the eyeball.

"Where is it? I can’t hold on much longer! Find it, quick!"

Gregory’s expression turned fierce as he controlled the "Black Ball," trying to focus its large eye on the red figure.

"It’s hiding... but it’s close by!"

The "dingling, dingling" of the bell sound continued unabated.

Meanwhile, Pan Hao’s dagger flew back to him. The dagger was smeared with a strand of strange blood. Not daring to touch it carelessly, he used a cloth to carefully wipe the eerie blood off: "I hit it."

The anomaly they had encountered in the tomb was nothing compared to this one. It was a Great Witch facing a Subordinate Demon God.

The mental pressure was overwhelming.

And so was Gregory, who wore a murderous look as he searched for the source of the sound.

He found it!

Behind the Buddha statue in the temple, a red figure appeared at an unbelievable angle!

It was difficult for the human three-dimensional mind to comprehend this angle.

Perhaps it was from a higher dimension, or maybe a Different Space, impossible twisted.

The surrounding environment suddenly became pitch-dark and chilly, as if all the light was being absorbed by something.

Darkness engulfed them, seeping through the walls and into the temple.

As a Vampire Bloodline holder, Gregory did not fear the dark and focused the eye in his hand on the red figure.

In that instant, the eye appeared ferocious, blood vessels swelled in the pupil, and everyone in the temple heard a "crack" like a young girl’s scream.

"I hit it!"

Pan Hao roared again as he threw the dagger, "Hit!"

The red figure broke free from the eyeball’s gaze and disappeared once again.

But the next second, before everyone could react, a tragic scream erupted from nearby.

Somehow, Pan Hao’s unerring dagger ended up striking a comrade directly in the chest!

And more hair-raisingly, the comrade happened to be wearing a red shirt!

The veins on his face bulged, his expression a blend of a smile and not a smile, his complexion deathly pale.

He opened his mouth, trying to say something, but from his throat came only a "wu wu... wu wu" sound.

"It’s possessed, it’s possessing!!" Pan Hao yelled out.

Gregory’s eyes gleamed with a murderous intent, and once again, using the eyeball in his hand, he aimed at his companions while picking up the firearm and firing "bang bang bang" in a salvo.

His companion’s red attire disappeared once again, with a dagger plunged into his chest, and his body riddled with several gunshots, yet not a single drop of blood seeped out.

He was nothing more than a dried corpse; within a few short seconds, all the blood in his body had been drained.

With a "plop," the companion fell to the ground.

The sound of the "dingling" wind chimes rang out once more.

The red attire attacked again, possessing another person.

Faces filled with terror, people took out all their artifacts, trying to fight desperately to the death.

"Get out your courage! I’ll compensate your families for your relatives!"

At the moment someone became possessed by the red attire, they drank Holy Water and began to self-immolate.

Others tried stabbing themselves in the chest with crosses, but the ultimate result... seemed to have no good effect at all.

After sucking blood, the red attire would continuously regenerate.

Pan Hao scratched his head, starting to show his habitual wry smile of resignation, and mocked himself in his heart: "What the hell is this thing, fighting for so long and it won’t die; this last job before washing my hands of it isn’t easy!"

"It looks like I’m going to fall right here."

They were a group that rather accepted their fates; if the almighty wanted you dead at the third watch, you couldn’t survive until the fifth watch.

Hence, the notions of fate and the eight characters were derived.

He didn’t understand science, didn’t understand the theory of ether, nor had he officially joined the Black-clothed Guard to study their curriculum. But the wisdom handed down from ancient times always had its own reasons.

This terrifying fight only lasted a brief two minutes.

Everyone was drained of blood and died, even the Vampire Gregory was taken out.

The expedition was wiped out.

The "dingling" sound of the wind chimes still did not disappear, and now there were no more living people around, it was the neighboring eavesdropper Wang Hao’s turn... it had already noticed the onlooker hidden in the mist.

The sound got closer and closer, as if it was sticking right by his ear.

"I actually thought you hadn’t discovered me."

"I didn’t expect to still die."

Wang Hao was greatly shocked as he witnessed the battle.

This red attire was fierce!

The contrast was too great.

This human exploration team couldn’t even defeat a red attire.

They might not be the most top-tier team, but they certainly had experience, had prepared quite a lot in advance, and each had one or more Superpowers, as well as carrying several Strange Objects.

For instance, that eyeball was capable of inflicting a certain degree of harm on the red shadow.

In human teams, they were considered more than average.

But they had greatly underestimated the strangeness of this village; the red attire was probably just of a very common level, and above it lurked even more horror.

Subordinate Demon Gods were not something they could provoke; humans facing real terror were no different from grass.

"Compared to them, the little sisters I encountered in ’Binge Eating Heaven II’ were just rotten fish and shrimp... Could it be that they were actually burned to death by Incendiary Bottles?"

"So, what happened in the next forty years that turned them into rotten fish and shrimp? Their power was weakened countless times..."

The sound of the wind chimes became ever crisper, as if trying to burrow into his head.

"Come on, come on."

A red piece of clothing suddenly appeared on his body that looked like just an ordinary piece of silk.

The moment the clothing draped over him, the game interface popped up with a dense array of warning alerts.

[You are being possessed by a chilling force, your vision is warping, and your blood is being drained.]

[You find yourself unable to move.]

[You fall into a state of blurred consciousness.]

As his character was about to die, Wang Hao went offline immediately, grabbing his bucket and fleeing.

"I’ll be back!"

Taking off the headset, he realized he had played for over three hours.

He ran to the restroom to wash his face.

Feeling a bit hungry, he then went to the small family-run store next door, ordered a plate of pork mince with eggplant, a plate of tomato and scrambled eggs, as well as a large bowl of rice.

It must be said, the flavor of the pork mince with eggplant was not bad at all, made with a big eggplant fried whole without being sliced, hollowed out in the middle, and stuffed full of minced pork.

Eggplant absorbed oil, so there needed to be plenty of it in the pan, but frying it until slightly yellow or even a bit charred actually caused quite a bit of the oil to flow back out. The fried eggplant was scooped out, then the minced pork was stir-fried briefly before tossing the eggplant back in for a quick stir, adding soy sauce, and swiftly plating it while sprinkling a little minced garlic on top.

A uniquely delicious taste, most suitable to accompany rice.

While eating, Wang Hao kept thinking: "It’s hard to guess the strange Rule of the red attire; it might be the sound of the wind chimes, or maybe it’s something else, either way, it’s an unbeatable terror."

Fortunately, by avoiding it a little early, he should be able to avoid the attack.

"The red attire" was not worthy of being an actual Avatar of the Blood Demon.

"However, one option has been ruled out: the strength of this expedition is indeed not that great, without my help, they died quickly, so they should not be the main reason for the rapid expansion of the Blood Demon."

"As for why the red attire was weakened 40 years later, that’s another reason to investigate."

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