Death Draw System: Infinite Revives in the Horror Dungeon

Chapter 58: Possessing The Dungeon Boss

Amid the twisted porcelain faces, large amounts of fresh blood burst from the cracks in the vase-like bodies.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

In an instant, a thick mist of blood filled the entire bus.

"No... No!"

Yuji instinctively tried to stand and escape.

But in that very moment, the strange old man sitting beside him opened the mouth where his ear should have been, revealing a mouthful of yellowed teeth.

His hands shot out like iron claws, pressing down on Yuji’s shoulders and pinning him firmly to his seat.

Reflected in the bus window was Yuji’s terrified face.

Beneath the headband, his youthful appearance rapidly withered. His body gradually shrank, while the number displayed on his headband flashed a terrifying crimson:

-50

"You require treatment."

The chilling voice echoed through the bus.

Standing before Yuji, Professor Yang calmly pulled a small remote control from his pocket.

Click.

The moment the button was pressed—

Zzzzzzz!

A violent surge of electricity exploded inside Yuji’s headband.

Blinding white light spread across the device.

Yuji’s eyes widened in terror as he desperately stared at Professor Yang.

"No... I can’t die."

"Someone like me..."

"How... how could this happen?"

"No... please..."

"Soul... please..."

"I’m not ready to die..."

"Shen Yu... you piece of trash..."

"Don’t think you’ll have an easy time either..."

His scorched scalp twitched violently as hot blood trickled from beneath the headband.

Yuji’s eyes gradually lost focus.

Then—

Professor Yang’s figure suddenly twisted into a bolt of lightning that shot directly toward Yuji’s face before disappearing into his body.

"Ugh..."

A moment later, Yuji’s charred body began to swell unnaturally.

Blood-red blisters erupted across his skin, each one bearing twisted words such as:

Scum. Failure. Worthless.

His patient’s gown slowly transformed into a pristine white doctor’s coat.

Clang!

Yuji’s headband fell to the floor.

His once beautiful long hair crumbled into ash, leaving behind only a balding Mediterranean hairstyle.

When he slowly opened his eyes again, a pair of glasses had somehow appeared on his face.

A sinister smile slowly spread across his lips.

"Hehehe..."

"If you invite me to possess you..."

"...then your body will belong to me."

"Please, Soul."

"How fascinating."

"So this is the world beyond the dungeon..."

Zzzzzzz...

As Yuji completely transformed into Professor Yang, his first-person livestream instantly dissolved into flickering static.

A system announcement appeared across the screen.

This dungeon participant has died.

Due to the participant’s unique ability, the participant’s body has been taken over by a dungeon character.

The livestream chat fell completely silent.

After a long pause, comments slowly began to appear.

"What the hell?"

"Are you saying Yuji summoned the boss into his own body before he died?"

"666..."

"He spent the whole dungeon harming others, and in the end he turned himself into the boss."

"Wait..."

"If Professor Yang inherited Yuji’s memories about the real world..."

"...wouldn’t he also want to escape the dungeon?"

"If he gets out, wouldn’t reality gain another monster?"

"What is this? AI awakening?"

The livestream chat exploded into panic.

In front of the broadcast monitor, Ho Yong looked helplessly at Lu Shen.

"Lu Shen... what do you think?"

"If Professor Yang really escapes from the dungeon... what will happen?"

Lu Shen let out a quiet sigh.

"That would be bad."

"If Shen Yu dies..."

"...the entire Qing Shan Mental Hospital will descend into reality."

"Right now, Professor Yang has only gained self-awareness."

"He’ll probably do everything possible to stop Shen Yu from escaping."

"As long as Shen Yu dies..."

"...both he and the hospital will descend into the real world."

"Tsk."

"Shen Yu..."

"You may be in serious trouble."

Boom! Boom!

White lightning continued to twist across the heavens.

The bus remained parked in front of Qing Shan Mental Hospital.

The difference was that Shen Yu was now sitting inside the bus completely alone.

Looking at the quiet interior of the bus, Shen Yu slightly raised his chin, revealing a smug smile.

"As expected. Although the bus can forcibly bring people into the highly polluted world, because my pollution value is always zero, even if I reach a world with a pollution level of -50, I still can’t see those existences."

The bus window reflected Shen Yu’s face. On the cold headband, the number 0 continued to blink.

From the moment the bus arrived at the mental hospital, the strange people beside Shen Yu, the vase people, and even Yuji began to vanish one after another. In an instant, they were all pulled into another world, while Shen Yu seemed to be rejected by that world, caught in a strange overlapping space.

Slowly getting to his feet, Shen Yu stepped off the bus.

Rumble.

In the flicker of white lightning, the red-lit sign of Qing Shan Psychiatric Hospital glowed like a gateway to hell, eerie and unsettling.

"So I should be in a neutral world after being rejected by the third world. As long as I remove the Medal of Freedom, I’ll instantly merge into the third world. However, I still have a Rationality Potion as a safety net."

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Narrowing his eyes, Shen Yu walked straight toward Qing Shan Psychiatric Hospital.

Inside the hospital, the outer walls were streaked with dried blood. A human-shaped bloodstain had long since dried into the floor.

Upon entering the first-floor lobby, Shen Yu saw walls covered with footprints, bloodstains, broken teeth, and tattered pieces of patient clothing scattered across the floor, giving the entire place a desolate, abandoned atmosphere.

"So the higher the pollution, the more I can see the real Qing Shan Psychiatric Hospital."

Walking to the elevator, Shen Yu pressed the button, only to find that the display was dark and broken. Several bloody handprints stained the metal doors.

Ignoring them, Shen Yu turned and headed toward the stairwell.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The corridor on this floor looked exactly like the place where the upside-down corpse had appeared. The floor was covered in thick patches of dried, congealed blood that crunched beneath his feet.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

Shen Yu stopped in front of the warehouse door.

Creak.

Pushing it open, he found rows of neatly arranged shelves coated in thick dust.

On the shelf labeled 018, apart from a few dried bloodstains on the bottom shelf, there was nothing else to be found.