The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 246 - 243 Foreigners from the Metropolis

Chapter 246: Chapter 243 Foreigners from the Metropolis

The dim yellow light illuminated the not-so-large room.

However, the Anke family did not sit under the light but hid in the shadows under the table and bed, shivering.

As the head of the family, Anke stared at the door with dead eyes, and the firewood knife in his hand gave no consolation.

Even the sound of the wind blowing the windows made him shudder all over.

Not to mention the roars and screams that came from outside the house from time to time.

The Pale Blood night today was exceptionally long.

Anke’s face was pale.

He had thought that the nightmare from forty years ago had been buried forever with Old Yate, but forty years later, it had returned.

"Daddy, I’m scared."

The little girl he held in his arms whispered.

This was his youngest daughter, only six years old this year, the joy of the family.

But even she, normally lively and cheerful, could not smile in this suffocating atmosphere.

"It’s okay, Daddy will protect you. The sun will rise soon, very soon."

Anke stroked her golden curls, muttering nervously to himself.

"Will the sun really come out?"

His wife Marian asked with a look of despair.

She too had experienced that night forty years ago, and her memory was even more vivid than Anke’s.

Because she had lost all her relatives in that fire.

"Don’t say such disheartening things! I..."

Anke was about to assert his authority as the head of the family when he suddenly closed his mouth in horror.

Because he heard footsteps.

Those footsteps were heavy and forceful, accompanied by the sound of dragging heavy objects.

In this silent night, they sounded so clear.

"Don’t come this way, don’t come this way."

Anke signaled everyone to be quiet, while praying in his heart.

He prayed to the Pale Blood, to the Lord of Suffering, to all the deities he had heard of.

Unfortunately, just like forty years ago, no miracle happened.

The footsteps were getting closer to their home.

"In a moment, I’ll hold it off; you take the kids and run to the Church of the Lord of Suffering. Remember, go to the Church of the Lord of Suffering, not to the Blood Healing Church, those Blood Priests are no longer trustworthy," Anke suddenly said to his wife Marian.

"Where can I run to with them?"

Marian said, holding their eldest daughter.

"It should have been done this way—I should have died with my family forty years ago. Now, let us spend our last moments together as a family."

Facing the imminent crisis, her expression was unusually calm.

"Stop saying such disheartening words. It’s fine if we die, but what about Mafa and Anu? They haven’t grown up yet and met a handsome young man to fall in love with, like you and me."

Anke scolded his wife, his eyes filled with deep love.

"Dear. I understand, I will take them to the Church of the Lord of Suffering. Then, I’ll come back to be with you,"

Marian looked at him and said softly.

"Alright. Then let’s get ready."

Anke pushed his younger daughter towards his wife, then crawled out from under the table and walked to a spot a little distance from the door.

The footsteps grew closer and finally stopped at their door.

At that moment, Anke’s body was no longer trembling.

He was not actually a coward; on that night forty years ago, he had personally killed a Pale Beast, which is why he had escaped to heaven.

"Come on, beast."

He whispered softly, his muscles relaxed yet still taut.

"Knock, knock, knock."

Suddenly, there was a knocking sound at the door.

"It’s a person!"

Anke’s taut nerves suddenly relaxed.

Because those beasts clearly would not knock on doors.

But immediately, his nerves tensed again.

At a time when everyone was fending for themselves, who would come knocking at someone else’s door?

"Who is it?"

Anke called out loudly.

"Hello, is this a pub here?"

A young man’s voice came from outside, his accent slightly strange.

"Ah?"

Anke was taken aback by the question.

His family did indeed run a small tavern that also served some simple food.

Although small, his family’s tavern was quite successful due to the good quality and low price of its alcohol.

But who would come to drink at this time?

"Sorry, we are closed for today,"

Anke ventured.

If the person was truly here to drink, they would leave upon hearing this.

If they had other intentions, they might reveal themselves.

"Then may I ask, do you have ’Uncle Pepper’ wine?"

The person outside paused before asking.

Hearing the man’s words, Anke fell silent.

They did have ’Uncle Pepper’ wine, and it was indeed a signature product of their tavern.

"Yes, we do."

After some thought, Anke decided to tell the truth.

"That’s excellent."

The man outside seemed relieved.

"Could you do me a favor? Our restaurant sent me to purchase a batch of ’Uncle Pepper,’ and I’d face terrible consequences if I failed this task,"

The man pleaded.

"Which restaurant?"

Anke asked.

"Bloody Restaurant."

The man outside replied.

"I don’t recall any restaurant by that name in Yate,"

Anke said skeptically.

He was, after all, in the same line of work and knew about the various restaurants in Yate, let alone one with such a distinctive name as Bloody Restaurant.

"Oh, I’m from out of town,"

The man outside replied.

"So you’re a foreigner."

Anke realized, which explained why the accent sounded a bit strange.

He wasn’t averse to outsiders; in fact, he and his parents had also moved to Yate from another place, and there were many others like them.

Almost all of them had moved for the same reason, to seek treatment.

"Where are you from?"

He asked curiously.

"Metropolis."

The man replied.

"Never heard of it."

Anke thought for a moment and said.

"Haha, that’s normal. Though the name sounds impressive, it’s actually a small place,"

The man chuckled.

The hearty laugh relaxed Anke a bit, but in such extraordinary circumstances, he couldn’t let his guard down.

"How did your restaurant hear about ’Uncle Pepper’ wine?"

He continued to ask.

Their wine, though good, was only well-known in a few local streets.

A restaurant from a city he had never even heard of, sending someone so far just to purchase it, seemed a bit far-fetched.

"I wouldn’t know about that, I’m just a worker,"

The man outside seemed somewhat helpless.

"Did you encounter anything unusual on your way here?"

He continued to inquire.

"What kind of something?"

The man countered.

"Like an attack from beasts with pale skin, for instance."

Anke hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

"You mean this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a pale head burst through the thick wooden door, its lifeless eyes meeting his.

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