Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Y thought for a moment.

"I'm staying at the Alice Apartment just to make money, no other reason. It's because this place can earn me a whole lot of cash, money I could never make in a lifetime."

A: "I get it, aren't we all staying at the Alice Apartment to make money? What I'm asking is, what do you plan to do with the money?"

Y: "Honestly, I don't even know what I'd do with the money. It's just that money gives me a sense of security, so the more I have, the more secure I feel."

A: "Then how long are you planning to stay here? How much do you need to earn?"

Y: "Ten million. Ten million Maple Dollars. Once I've saved up that much, I'll leave the Alice Apartment."

A's face visibly twitched. He was clearly stunned by the staggering sum. Because at a rate of ten thousand Maple Dollars per day, earning ten million would take a thousand days.

Of course, since they had previously passed a seven-day trial in another location, their payment had been upgraded from ten thousand a day to twenty thousand a day.

But even at twenty thousand a day, saving up ten million would still take five hundred days.

Five hundred days. Guaranteeing he'd stay alive in that godforsaken Alice Apartment for five hundred days without anything going wrong—that was harder than him climbing onto the moon.

In the special live stream, the people of Maple Country seemed to have high hopes for these three.

They kept hyping them up, claiming these three would definitely break Aisen Town's record of total death.

Their reasoning was simple—strength in numbers.

Compared to the other seven lab rats fighting alone,

these three were working together.

If they didn't have a chance, then no one else did.

Over on S's side.

That guy was in someone's bedroom in Aisen Town, arms wrapped around a hot white woman in her thirties, snoring away in deep sleep.

S's craving for beautiful women was an extreme obsession.

But he lacked the two easy requirements for picking up women—good looks and money.

When it came to looks, S felt the heavens were incredibly unfair!

In his family, his dad was average-looking, but his mom was a real beauty.

Besides that, he had two older brothers, one older sister, and two younger sisters.

Yet, whether it was his two older brothers, his older sister, or his two younger sisters, they had all inherited their mother's good looks to some degree.

Only him!

He took entirely after his dad!

That was how it was.

He had been in extreme pain since childhood.

Because every time he stood with his siblings, other people didn't even think they were blood-related.

Even if they found out, they'd wonder if he was adopted.

And in the end, even if they knew he was biological, they'd gossip that he was the ugliest kid in the family.

S couldn't take it. What made it even more unbearable was—

When his two older brothers brought their girlfriends or female friends,

and his older sister brought her female classmates or friends home to hang out,

they'd always be so disappointed when they saw him.

Because his brothers and sister were good-looking, they naturally assumed the younger brother would be handsome too.

They'd get ready to flirt.

But then… *that's it?*

So S grew up in that kind of environment, helpless about his own appearance, and became utterly obsessed with his partner's looks.

He wanted a beautiful woman. He wanted to date women even prettier than his brothers' girlfriends.

Unfortunately, it was hard.

Until he checked into the Alice Apartment.

With the backing of money, he could finally get beautiful women frequently.

The woman in his arms now was one he'd picked up at a bar in Aisen Town yesterday.

With money, a person gains confidence, and wealth can invisibly change someone's demeanor.

Take S, for example. The biggest difference between having money and not was an extra layer of self-assurance, and that same self-assurance allowed him to get some beautiful women without spending much, or even nothing at all.

This was one of those times.

But the good times were quickly shattered.

S was still sound asleep when an angry, thunderous roar suddenly jolted him awake.

"Damn it! What have you done?! (German)"

Not just S, but the pretty woman sleeping beside him was startled awake too.

Both of them shot up as if corpses had suddenly come to life, snapping fully awake in an instant.

Then, they saw the furious man who had shouted, and they scrambled to pull the covers tighter to hide their naked bodies.

The pretty woman wrapped herself in the blanket, pressed her back against the headboard, and said to the man standing at the foot of the bed, her voice trembling:

"H-Honey, how are you back?! (German)"

Two people stood at the foot of the bed.

One seemed to be the pretty woman's husband, and the other was probably his friend.

Right then, the pretty woman's husband turned around, grabbed a kitchen knife from the kitchen, and stormed toward them, glaring furiously at his wife and S.

S was trembling from the shock.

He anxiously asked the woman beside him: "Didn't you say your husband was on a business trip?! (English)"

Last night at the bar, S had hooked up with this woman and gone at it right in the restroom.

Afterward, he was about to take her to a hotel, but she said no one was home, that her husband was away on business.

That was why he had come.

And then…

"You goddamn slut! You actually brought another man into our home?! (English)"

The pretty woman's husband angrily raised the knife to strike, but his friend grabbed him tight,

shouting for him to calm down.

The pretty woman's husband was like a wild bull, ferocious and raging.

His friend could barely hold him back.

His wife was sobbing too: "I'm sorry! Honey! I was wrong! I'll never do it again! Even if you hack me to death, what's done is done! (English)"

S's face was pale as a sheet. Before he could recover, the husband's friend shouted: "Hey, you! (English)"

That *you* was directed at S.

"Brother! Since you slept with my friend's wife, how are you going to handle this?! I can't hold him back much longer!!!! (English)"

S stared at the glinting kitchen knife raised high in the furious man's right hand.

He swallowed hard instinctively.

Then he blurted out in panic: "Money! I'll pay! I'll pay compensation!!! (English)"

His friend: "How much?! (English)"

S: "How about thirty thousand euros?! (English)"

Thirty thousand euros was already a lot.

After all, in Germany, the average monthly salary after taxes was around three thousand euros.

And even that figure was a bit on the high side.

So thirty thousand euros was equivalent to ten months' salary.

But the furious husband still bared his teeth: "Damn it! You slept with my wife, and my wife is only worth this much?! (English)"

S was panicking. He hurriedly kowtowed and begged at the foot of the bed: "Name your price! I don't have much money! (English)"

As he kowtowed, the blanket slipped off his body,

revealing his decently built figure.