Death Draw System: Infinite Revives in the Horror Dungeon

Chapter 62: The Laboratory’s True Reward

A notification rang in Shen Yu’s ears.

You have discovered a new key item.

The Laboratory’s True Reward has been unlocked.

Yang Jin’s Case File—one of the core items of this instance. It cannot be taken out of the dungeon.

Shen Yu immediately opened the case file, retreating toward the stairwell while keeping a wary eye on the clumsy intern. He was afraid the man might make another disastrous mistake before he managed to escape.

The flames crackled and spread.

Fire had already begun devouring the corridor.

Only after reaching the stairwell did Shen Yu stop and carefully read Yang Jin’s file.

Patient: Yang Jin

Symptoms: Social anxiety, emotional instability, excessive dreaming, communication disorders, depression, early-stage mental illness.

Treatment Recommendation: When early social difficulties appear, parents should provide emotional support and guidance.

However, due to family circumstances, Professor Yang insisted that Yang Jin overcome everything on her own. Instead of helping, years of relentless pressure only worsened her condition, eventually leading to severe neurological disorders, sleepwalking, and serious psychological trauma.

The hospital discovered that her dreams could serve as a gateway into her subconscious, allowing them to understand her thoughts and perform so-called "targeted treatment."

The report continued.

Excessive Dreaming: Dreams are divided into shallow and deep layers. As mental distortion worsens, patients gradually become trapped within deeper dream worlds.

Shen Yu quietly closed the file, his expression growing complicated.

Because of the Goddess Strategy System, he had witnessed Yang Jin’s past with his own eyes.

Under that crushing pressure and endless control, it was no wonder she could no longer function like an ordinary person.

"I think... I finally understand everything."

He carefully rolled up the file and tucked it into his pocket.

"Yang Jin... I’ll keep my promise."

"I’ll take you out of here."

Descending the stairs, Shen Yu returned to the first-floor lobby.

The medical staff station, normally bustling with doctors and nurses, had already been abandoned as everyone fled the explosion raging on the third floor.

Without hesitation, Shen Yu walked toward the hospital entrance.

The moment he stepped outside—

The world shimmered.

Everything around him blurred as if reality itself had begun to dissolve.

Cough... cough... cough...

A cheerful voice echoed across the air.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the 50th Anniversary Celebration of Qing Shan Psychiatric Hospital!"

"As the city’s most renowned psychiatric institution, we are honored by the trust and support of our community."

The surroundings transformed completely.

On the enormous playground stood a large wooden stage.

Standing proudly upon it was a bald, bespectacled doctor—Professor Yang—enthusiastically delivering a speech to the gathered reporters.

Shen Yu quietly watched from the edge of the crowd.

Snap! Snap! Camera flashes lit up the playground.

Boom!

Just as everyone was listening to Professor Yang’s speech, a figure suddenly plummeted from the rooftop of the hospital dormitory.

Crash!

The body struck the ground, exploding into a gruesome spray of blood.

"Ah! Someone fell!"

"Someone jumped!"

"Quick! Take pictures!"

The crowd erupted into chaos. Reporters rushed toward the fallen figure, cameras clicking nonstop.

The victim wasn’t dead yet.

Covered in blood, he slowly lifted his head and looked desperately at the reporters surrounding him.

"Ugh... w-we..."

"The treatment here... it’s... forced..."

"Forced?"

Before he could finish another sentence, he coughed violently.

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood spilled from his lips, and his body collapsed motionless onto the ground.

The reporters exchanged uneasy glances. Several were about to question him further when Professor Yang hurried over, his face grim.

He gestured for several doctors to carry the body away before forcing a sorrowful expression.

"Everyone... everyone... I truly didn’t expect something like this."

"This patient suffered a relapse."

"You may not know this, but he always believed he could fly. He repeatedly attempted to jump from the rooftop because of that delusion."

"We medical workers stopped him countless times, but he misunderstood us, believing we were persecuting him."

Professor Yang sighed heavily.

"We worked so hard to help him. I never imagined this tragedy would still happen."

A reporter frowned.

"But Professor Yang... wasn’t this child originally admitted for internet addiction?"

Professor Yang’s expression immediately darkened.

"Everyone, internet addiction is itself a serious mental illness."

"And mental illness is an extremely complicated condition."

"I sincerely hope none of you will report on this already pitiful child."

He paused before continuing.

"As compensation, I’ll personally provide each reporter with 10,000."

"I only ask that you let this child keep what little dignity he has left."

The atmosphere changed instantly.

"Wow... Professor Yang is such a compassionate person."

"Don’t worry, Professor Yang."

"We respect patients’ privacy."

"That’s right. We won’t report this incident."

Near the exit of the playground, a crowd had already gathered, completely blocking the way.

Near the exit of the playground, a dense crowd had already gathered, completely blocking the path.

Shen Yu slowly made his way through the crowd, his expression calm. He had already figured out the reason behind everything happening here.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Bang!

The reporter who had questioned Professor Yang earlier looked at him with a serious expression.

"Excuse me. You’re one of the patients, aren’t you? I’d like to ask you something."

"How are the treatments here?"

Shen Yu gave a bitter smile.

By now, he understood the rules governing the playground—and the history hidden behind it.

History demanded that he lie.

So he answered calmly.

"The medical care here is excellent."

"The treatment is healthy."

"Everyone loves it here so much that no one wants to leave."

"Oh... really?"

"More genuine than gold."

The reporter sighed helplessly and lowered his notebook.

Surrounded by flashing cameras, Shen Yu quietly slipped away toward the security booth.

Only now did he truly understand.

He had become part of history itself.

In the upside-down playground, survival required speaking lies.

And now, even in the real world of the past, the only way to remain unnoticed was to continue turning black into white and white into black.

Inside the security booth, the security guard stretched his neck toward the commotion outside.

When he noticed Shen Yu approaching, he immediately became wary.

"Hey! What are you doing here?"

"The nurse sent me to pick up a package."

"Hmm... is that so?"

"Yes. I’m here for the package."

Shen Yu deliberately emphasized the word package.

After a moment’s hesitation, the guard nodded.

Instead of retrieving it immediately, however, he pointed toward the hospital’s main entrance.

"Tell me something."

"You’re only a few meters away from freedom."

"Don’t you want to leave?"

Shen Yu shook his head without hesitation.

"I don’t."

"The treatment here is wonderful."

"The doctors are talented."

"They speak so pleasantly."

"I don’t want to leave at all."

The guard relaxed.

"Alright... come in."

After repeatedly confirming Shen Yu’s attitude, he bent down and pulled a cardboard box out from beneath the desk.

Shen Yu accepted the package, but his eyes quietly swept across the security booth.

Then he casually pointed toward the medical building.

"Sir... do you know they’re handing out money over there?"

"Money?"

"What money?"

The guard’s eyes immediately lit up.

Shen Yu had only intended to test whether greed could distract him.

The reaction exceeded his expectations.

"Someone jumped off the building."

"Professor Yang is paying hush money."

"Ten thousand for every person."

"What?! Ten thousand each?"

The guard’s eyes widened.

He instinctively looked toward the playground, but after glancing back at Shen Yu, he hesitated.

"You... you should leave quickly."

"Hurry."

Shen Yu smiled.

"You should hurry and collect your money."

"I’ll wait here until you come back."

The guard frowned.

"Why would you wait for me?"

"It’s simple."

"My mother will visit in a few days."

"She’ll probably leave my daily necessities with you."

"When that happens, I’ll give you a handling fee."

At the mention of a fee, the guard’s expression changed again.

Still, he remained uncertain.

"What if I leave... and you run out the front gate?"

Shen Yu chuckled.

"Run where?"

"Don’t you remember?"

"My parents trust Professor Yang completely."

"Even if I escaped home, they’d just send me right back."

"I’m not stupid."

"If they caught me escaping, the treatment would only become even worse."

The guard finally nodded.

"Heh... smart kid."

"Hurry inside."

"If you’re late, there won’t be any money left."

Without another word, he hurried toward the medical building.

Watching him disappear into the distance, Shen Yu gently shook the delivery box.

Clink.

Metal struck metal inside.

His eyes narrowed.

Just as he had suspected.

He searched the security booth from top to bottom before finally discovering a magnetic keycard hidden beneath the guard’s pillow.

At that moment, a solemn notification echoed in his ears.

You have discovered the Security Booth’s true reward.

Keycard to the Director’s Office

A magnetic keycard capable of unlocking the Director’s Office.

Occasionally, security personnel are required to deliver packages directly to the Director’s Office.

Note: This is both the key to the abyss... and the key to liberation.

Shen Yu stared silently at the keycard in his hand.

"The Director’s Office..." he murmured.