Become A Character Who Dies Within Three Chapters

The high-level banquet lasted until midnight before it finally ended. Everyone returned to their homes, while the honored guests from Zone 1 naturally stayed at Zone 6's largest headquarters, together with the zone chief.

Louis blended into the crowd the entire time. He began preparing to wrap things up and leave after the banquet dispersed.

Just as he reached the utility room, the ground beneath his feet sank suddenly, and he vanished.

Below, a group had been waiting for some time, including three fully armed individuals, unlike Louis's waiter disguise.

They didn't even show their faces. One of them spoke in a gravelly voice:

"How did it go?"

Louis immediately replied: "Same as before—room 303. Everyone's drunk by now. The outer guards are tight, but inside, it's lax. This is the perfect opportunity for us."

This group was clearly the real teammates of the body Louis had taken over. They must have had deep connections — perhaps even infiltrators among the banquet's upper ranks.

Otherwise, ordinary people would have found it nearly impossible to slip in here without clearance papers.

Louis could have taken advantage of the night to devour the zone chief, but he didn't want to stand out too much. The perfect plan was to leave behind some traces and let this group take the blame.

And they wouldn't need to worry about being hunted down — tonight would be their last night anyway.

They were all carrying out the same mission. Unfortunately for them, the zone chief's head could only be claimed once.

Louis led the way, his eyes slightly narrowed.

They followed a tunnel that had been prepared in advance, and when they emerged once more, the three had transformed into alluring figures. Clearly, all men were now soft and supple, with generous curves, narrow waists, and ample chests and hips. The daringly cut dresses revealed deep cleavage and long, slender legs.

Louis wore a neatly tailored suit, his face concealed behind a bird-shaped mask. Outwardly, he looked composed, but inside his heart was a storm.

Just now, seeing those three suddenly pop pills and transform had startled him out of his skin. What kind of damned era was this? Was there anything left that couldn't be invented?! This was terrifying beyond reason!

Imagine dating a fresh, gorgeous beauty, only to get into bed and find out she pulls down her skirt to reveal an eggplant longer and thicker than yours. That image alone was pure horror!

Louis shuddered inwardly and quickly took the lead.

Just as he'd said, the guards outside were extremely strict, but inside the security was astonishingly lax — the excuse being that the guests from Zone 1 disliked having someone stand watch outside their doors while they slept. Truly peculiar.

They made their way to the third floor without encountering any resistance.

It was simply because too many similar affairs were happening; they'd already passed who knew how many groups dressed just like them.

Knock knock knock!

The sound of knocking echoed, followed by Louis's voice: "Sir, I've brought your toys."

No response came from inside for a while until a voice finally said, "Come in."

They entered. The door closed. Under the faint moonlight, they could barely make out the zone chief sitting on a massive bed. His body was grotesquely obese, his bald head like a giant egg.

He puffed on a cigar, his whole body naked except for a towel draped over his groin. Leaning against the headboard, he squinted at his newly arrived "toys," pointed at his lower half, and said offhandedly, "Hurry up."

He had drunk quite a lot tonight. His body felt flushed with heat, energy overflowing, desperately needing an outlet.

The three "women" — or rather, three men—turned women—threw coquettish looks, their expressions dripping with anticipation as they quickly wrapped themselves around the zone chief's body. For a moment, Louis couldn't help but truly admire their commitment.

He bowed slightly, stepping back as if preparing to leave.

But just then, the unexpected happened.

One of the "women" suddenly raised her arm, and in an instant, it morphed into a massive, sharp blade that slashed toward the zone chief's thick neck!

No— it didn't sever!

The zone chief's eyes flew open, staring at them all in horror. The woman's razor-sharp blade had clearly struck his bone, yet no matter how much strength she put into it, she couldn't cut through!

What the hell— were these guys' bones custom-forged or something?!

Obviously, as the zone chief of Zone 6, there was no way he could be killed so easily.

His expression twisted, though whether from pain or something else was unclear.

The fat on his face quivered as he roared furiously: "You bastards!"

The moment the words left his mouth, both his hands instantly transformed into twin drills, boring straight through the skulls of the two women closest to him!

In an instant, blood and brain matter splattered across the floor!

The face of the last one left showed sheer terror, but that was all — she, or rather he, had no intention of running.

He quickly dodged the zone chief's attack, thinking of the comrade behind him, and roared: "Hurry up! Why are you still standing there?!"

Slowly stepping forward, Louis smiled and spoke softly: "Alright, alright. It'll be quick."

Those words weren't just for his "teammate," but also for the zone chief.

A minute later, Louis stood, licking his lips before letting out a small burp. He had overeaten tonight, though it wasn't his preferred food.

Thinking of the chief's fat, greasy body, and though no taste lingered in his mouth, Louis couldn't help but grimace in disgust, a wave of nausea rolling through him.

He glanced at the two corpses on the floor — bodies that had reverted to their male forms — and walked out without hesitation.

The task was complete. Now it was time to gather the information he needed.

As for his next target, Louis had already chosen it when the banquet was still underway.

He climbed to the fourth floor — reserved for the powerful officials from Zone 1 — and stopped before Room No. 1.

This floor was quieter than the third; no "toys" were permitted here.

Louis placed both hands on the doorknob. The faint clicking sounds in the darkness hardly drew any notice.

Before long, the door was open, and Louis slipped swiftly inside.

At that moment, the occupant had yet to sleep.

The man sat by the window, the curtain billowing in the wind, his gray hair lifting. Under the moonlight, it seemed to shimmer faintly with silver. With his tall, broad shoulders, for an instant, Louis almost thought the figure before him was someone he knew.