Cheat Awakening

The bell rang.

The landlord had already prepared the meal and was moving along the corridor with heavy steps.

They waited until one minute after the sound of its footsteps disappeared.

The doors of the rooms opened one after another, and the man with the lump and the woman with the slit walked towards the first floor.

The woman in red and the tentacle uncle's doors remained in their room. The former was interested in Myne and wanted to see what he was up to, while the latter, too much of a coward, had no option but to obey Myne's instructions and stayed in his room obediently.

About another minute later, the door of room number six opened, and the corpse man, wearing a thick black robe, slowly walked out.

As he emerged, his eyes trembled slightly. He saw Myne leaning against the corridor, with Ted standing beside him, wearing a serious expression. Both of them seemed to be waiting for something.

"Is he waiting for the tentacle guy? And where did he find this dog?"

The corpse man looked calm, not caring about Myne and the tentacle uncle forming a team. "These two are very weak, so it's normal for them to stick together. I wouldn't be surprised if that crazy woman in red got along with them as well; after all, birds of a feather flock together."

It was a smart choice, but it's of no use in the face of so many dangerous weirdoes with strange abilities. Soon, all three of them will become targets and be eaten by everyone. Anyway, this has nothing to do with me, The corpse man thought, shaking his head.

The residents in the apartment were constantly changing, and it was happy to see these people fighting. It was a pity that it didn't know that one of the residents, the bandaged guy, was gone.

Myne placed the cursed knife on the lining, looked at the corpse man calmly, and as he passed by him, he stood up and moved, muttering to Ted beside him, "I hate all kinds of twists and turns. I like simple and crude things the most. Next, it's time to have a good chat with these neighbours."

"Woof!"

...

The tentacle uncle sat nervously beside his bed. He looked at the door from time to time, wanting to get up and see what was going on. But when he thought of Myne's advice from yesterday, he sat down again, worried.

"He said yesterday he wanted to talk to the neighbours. But those guys are a bunch of crazy, scary weirdos. How can they talk to him calmly?"

As someone who had lived there for a while, the tentacle uncle shared the same idea as Myne. He had even given some of his valuable things to other residents.

Although it was of no use, fortunately, that group of monsters looked down on little ants like him and didn't attack him.

"What's the situation outside now?"

The tentacle man looked towards the door. Because the partition between the second and ground floors was very thick, plus there was a spiral staircase, no sound could be heard.

"Five minutes have passed now, and I don't know what's going on. He couldn't have been killed, right?"

The tentacle uncle actually had some guesses. Although he was timid and had no strength, he could see that Myne was not an ordinary resident and was very courageous.

But courage cannot be eaten; without strength, everything is a castle of sand.

Ten minutes finally passed slowly.

The tentacle uncle stood up and slowly opened the door. The corridor was still dark and eerily silent, as always, except that today, there was a palpable tension in the air.

Taking a deep breath, he walked cautiously towards the spiral staircase.

His mind, however, was already racing with nervous and negative thoughts.

Maybe the next scene he sees will be the lumpy man, the corpse, the bandaged man, and the slit-faced woman sitting at the dinner table, holding knives and forks, carving up Myne on the table like a pig and devouring his flesh.

The tentacle uncle leaned down and peered out from the sandalwood stairs, holding his breath. He was met with an unbelievable scene.

The entire ground floor hall looked as if it had just suffered an explosion. Both the carpet and the surrounding walls were charred black. The dining table in the kitchen was shattered into pieces, with wood chips scattered everywhere. A big piece of flesh lay amidst the wreckage.

The three figures lay in an open space a few meters from the kitchen.

The lumpy guy was covered in blood, his butt hanging on the wall lamp, but at least he was still breathing—though he looked weird.

The woman with the slit face had lost all her teeth, her hair was dishevelled, and she looked extremely miserable. One of her arms was blown away like a rag doll, while countless holes riddled her lower body.

The last corpse man was scattered here and there, but the biggest part was lying on the destroyed dining table.

And as if that wasn't safe enough, they were tied up tightly with white bandages, unable even to struggle.

The tentacle uncle stood there, dumbfounded, unable to believe his eyes.

"How could this happen? Where is Myne?"

At that moment, footsteps echoed, and Myne, accompanied by Ted, emerged from the kitchen, wiping blood off his hands with a rag. The cursed knife hung at his waist.

"Don't stand there, come down," Myne said causally while waving his hand at him.

Don't use that calm, casual tone, as if you're inviting me to dinner! the tentacle uncle thought.

The tentacle uncle complained, and he didn't even know how he got to the ground floor. He only felt that the scarlet gazes of the three men were stabbing him like knives.

He trembled with fear, wanting to cry but unable to.

"What on earth happened here?" He stammered.

"Nothing much. Just some food laced with toxins, a hissing noise that triggered all the pollutants in the apartment, and a little help from Ted... Oh, and I also discovered the proper use of my strange palm eye," Myne replied, showing the tentacle uncle his palm.

The tentacle uncle didn't understand, but he was deeply shocked.

What happened in the last ten minutes? The toxin must be the one I gave away yesterday.

He couldn't fathom the chaos of triggering all the pollutants on the ground floor, but Myne acted as if it were nothing. Calling him a psychopath wasn't enough—after all, even they don't treat their lives like they were someone else's.

"I've put all the pollutants back, so there won't be any problems now," Myne said thinking the other party might worry about them.

As soon as the fight began, all the hidden pollutants in the ground-floor apartment like the strange shadow in the mirror, and the weirdo in the toilet, were activated, and Myne had only paid the price of a probable -1 sanity point, thanks to his golden clock. For the others, it was fatal, as they were overwhelmed by those pollutant attacks.

"And where's the bandaged man?" The tentacle uncle suddenly asked, realizing someone was missing.

"Don't those bandages look familiar?"

The tentacle uncle suddenly understood, his eyes widening in disbelief. He pointed at Myne and exclaimed, "You actually formed an alliance with the bandaged man!"

Myne, who had been enjoying the tentacle uncle's bewildered expression, was caught off guard by the accusation. He realized the man was completely hopeless, so he helplessly pointed upwards.

Following Myne's gesture, the tentacle uncle looked up and saw a corpse, long dead, hanging upside down by bandages from the ceiling.

"It was originally hidden in the ceiling chandelier, but the explosion was so strong that it was shaken out." Myne made a random excuse to maintain his all-mighty image. After all, he couldn't say that he bullied the other party with a two-versus-one fight, right? It sounded better to claim that he and Ted had gone four versus two.

The tentacle uncle shuddered and looked at Myne, trembling.

He had been so wrong. He thought this new resident was just an ordinary person. Now, it seemed that Myne was the most dangerous person here—and he had to kneel before the boss.

Well, he had already knelt before, so it was okay.

Recovering from the shock, the tentacle uncle remembered the unknown, terrifying presence in the apartment and quickly said, "What should we do now? Clean up here first? Otherwise, when the landlord comes out tomorrow and sees this, he'll be furious and might rush into our rooms and beat us to death..."

"Wow! What a lovely sense, you again managed to surprise me, I am impressed."

Just as the tentacle uncle was rambling, the woman in red came downstairs. Unlike the tentacle uncle, she wasn't frightened by the carnage. Instead, she looked at Myne as if she had found a rare treasure.