The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human?
Chapter 268 - 264

Chapter 268: 264

The layout of Yadan Cemetery was unlike any other.

In fact, the cemetery wasn’t particularly large or scenic.

Yet, for some reason, the residents of Yate favored burying their dead here.

And as more people chose Yadan Cemetery, others followed suit en masse.

It just goes to show, conformity is indeed a human instinct.

But thanks to generations of Yate residents conforming, the graves at Yadan Cemetery only continued to multiply.

Luckily, the locals were both meticulous and careless with their burial rituals, so the tombstones and coffins just piled up layer by layer.

Each layer was covered with a layer of soil, causing the terrain at Yadan Cemetery to rise significantly from its original level.

As for the tombstones, they grew everywhere like a forest, almost resembling a labyrinth.

Xia Kai was hiding behind one of these tombstones, carefully observing his surroundings.

Before entering the instance, he had gathered intelligence by using a prop.

There was a powerful Hunter patrolling this part of the cemetery, if he managed to avoid detection, then it was quite safe here.

Thus, as soon as he entered the instance, he found out the location of Yadan Cemetery and then went through a lot to get here.

Before being chosen by Hell’s Game, Xia Kai was just an ordinary office worker, with his only combat knowledge limited to the military boxing he learned during college military training.

Before this instance, he had only experienced one instance, which was oriented towards intellectual puzzle-solving. Although he acquired many useful items, his attributes hadn’t increased much.

This instance was clearly oriented towards combat-based solutions, and that he had made it to Yadan Cemetery was indeed quite fortunate.

Just thinking of the half-human, half-beast monsters he encountered along the way made Xia Kai shiver in horror.

The difficulty setting of this instance was utterly unreasonable, with monsters that could claw marks into walls roaming the streets.

His previous instance was a team instance with a veteran who had experienced three instances.

But even that veteran struggled against these monsters.

What exactly was Hell’s Game up to? Didn’t they know that the main god space in infinite flow novels was becoming increasingly humanized?

While internally complaining, Xia Kai tensely listened to the noises around him.

Soon, heavy and slow footsteps reached his ears.

"Here it comes, again," he muttered.

Xia Kai groaned inside, then held his breath.

In the pale moonlight, a tall man wearing a round top hat, a long scarf, and a leather poncho walked by.

He was carrying an ax in one hand and a corpse in the other.

The corpse was dressed in the attire of Yate residents, but the skin that showed was covered in black fur.

Clearly, it was a victim of Beastification Disease.

The Hunter carrying the corpse was also not in good shape, his form slightly hunched, gasping for air now and then.

Xia Kai noticed several bandages wrapped around the man’s eyes, uncertain if they were due to injury or had some special meaning.

But he knew that the Hunter had not lost his ability to sense his surroundings.

Because he saw, with his own eyes, a crow starting to fly only to be shot down by the Hunter.

"Father John," Xia Kai muttered the name to himself, though this bizarre and formidable blind man didn’t look like any priest he knew.

Perhaps the priests in this instance were not the same as those in reality.

When the Hunter was about a hundred meters away from him, Xia Kai opened the cigarette box he was holding.

"Name: Passerby A’s Cigarette"

"Type: Prop"

"Quality: Excellent"

"Effect: Reduces one’s presence when used."

"Note: When you light a cigarette and want to talk about the past, hey, where did everyone go?"

"Can Be Taken Out of the Instance: Yes"

"Only three left..."

Xia Kai looked at the cigarettes in his pack with a bitter expression.

Originally, there were half a pack left, all of which he had used up on the way and while avoiding Father John.

Once these three were gone, he would either have to change locations or start using something else.

"Sigh, had I known, I would have exchanged for some combat abilities during the last instance settlement," he lamented as he lit a cigarette.

A speck of red light ignited in the darkness, and tendrils of blue smoke wafted through the breeze.

Xia Kai didn’t actually smoke it, just held the cigarette between his fingers.

Although it still burned away, it would last a little longer this way.

In reality, he knew that his earlier thought was just self-comfort, knowing well that with the little Hell coins he had, he couldn’t buy any substantial combat powers.

A decent-quality revolver alone would cost a fortune, not to mention the bullets had to be bought separately.

Moreover, seeing those gun-loaded crazy residents, a single revolver wasn’t going to solve the problem.

If only he had some kind of unlimited Hell coins cheat, he would buy a Gundam outright and see if these monsters could scratch the paint off him.

As Xia Kai brooded in his wild thoughts, Father John gradually approached.

His nose twitched slightly, and his ears trembled, as if using smell and hearing to compensate for the lack of sight.

But only he knew that he indeed had a way to replace sight, and it wasn’t through smell or hearing, nor was it touch.

It was something else, something more fundamental.

The surroundings were very "quiet."

This was the feedback his senses gave him.

"Good," Father John murmured lowly, then he threw the corpse onto the ground.

This was a pitiful creature, judging by the needle marks on his body that was not yet covered with black fur, he hadn’t skimped on receiving Blood Healing.

Father John always had his reservations about Blood Healing, even though he had come to Yate to treat his incurable disease.

But he had always only accepted the minimal amount of Blood Healing, just enough to ensure his illness didn’t relapse.

Of course, Father John knew that was merely fooling himself.

Because he was a Hunter, and Hunters not only healed injuries through Blood Healing but also acquired blood from the Beasts they slaughtered during hunts.

At this thought, his eyes began to itch again.

Father John irritably scratched at his eye bandage, but the itchy sensation gave him no relief.

So, he lifted his axe.

The blade was stained with blood, and the cloth wrapped around the handle had turned red.

Previously, Father John always cleaned his axe after completing a mission, but now he clearly had no inclination to do so.

The axe blade sliced through the night air, chopping down on the corpse.

Dark red blood splattered onto his boots and pant legs, but he felt nothing.

Again and again...

Father John mechanically and furiously wielded his axe, chopping off the limbs and head of the corpse.

Then he turned the axe handle and used the back of the axe to break the bones one by one.

When even the hardest skull had been shattered, Father John fell into confusion.

Chaotic thoughts collided in his mind like a turbulent undercurrent in the deep sea.

However, his senses became increasingly sharp.

In an oppressively quiet atmosphere, Father John finally noticed a discordant sound.

He turned abruptly, looking toward a tombstone.

Behind the tombstone, a pair of frightened eyes met his.

"Fuck!"

Xia Kai didn’t hesitate; he got up and ran.