Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

If Zhou Baiyu were to describe Building No. 92, he definitely wouldn't call it the Gu Tower.

Instead, the Tower of Death.

Because on every floor, a fresh way to die awaited him.

On the third floor, Room A, the meatball's spread was a rare occurrence.

Because in this room, there hid a sheet of homework—a history assignment.

The textbook symbolizing time unleashed a curse that twisted time itself.

The sauce-red flesh began to decay rapidly.

After Zhou Baiyu barged into this room... he was aged to death.

He was revived with great difficulty... only to be turned into an infant again.

The unstable time reverted him to an infantile state, nearly rendering him incapable of committing suicide.

Fortunately, in the end... the sauce-red flesh devoured him.

He was reborn again. Death progress 6/16.

Leaving that room, Zhou Baiyu was on the verge of a mental collapse.

"I have to keep dying."

As someone who specialized in saving others and intervening in suicide crises, he never imagined that one day he would be seeking death repeatedly.

Room B on the third floor.

When Zhou Baiyu entered, he was directly subjected to drought, downpour, lightning...

The room's space was extremely peculiar, as if infinitely large.

Fortunately, Zhou Baiyu didn't venture deep after opening the door... otherwise, he would have been trapped in a world that was nearly boundless.

Even without seeing the homework, experiencing the constantly changing extreme weather in this altered space...

Zhou Baiyu could guess that the homework was related to geography.

Of course...

Having come all this way, might as well die once.

Zhou Baiyu died from a lightning strike.

7/16.

The fourth floor.

Knowing that the Blood Hunting Mode had been lifted, Zhou Baiyu did not enter Room A where the Blood Hunter lurked.

Although Zhou Baiyu couldn't see what was happening in Room A, he remembered the Blood Hunter mentioning that it involved incomprehensible physics problems.

Instinctively, he feared entering and being trapped due to the demise of physical rules, unable to leave the room.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he was afraid of getting stuck in a bug. If he were to get stuck and be unable to die or live... then the mission would be declared a failure ahead of time.

He went straight to Room B instead.

This time, his perseverance did not go unrewarded by the heavens...

Zhou Baiyu finally saw a watercolor painting...

In the painting were three people, a father, a mother, and a little girl.

Zhou Baiyu became alert:

"Where's the meatball?"

In every room, there lived at least one person.

Each person was infected by some corrupting force, endlessly hatching grotesque sauce-red flesh.

But this room was different.

It was only when Zhou Baiyu noticed... not far from the family of three in the painting, there was a meatball the size of a toy ball, which seemed to be breathing as it expanded and contracted.

"F*ck... what kind of gourd magic—"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhou Baiyu was sucked into the painting.

...

...

A three-dimensional person, entering a two-dimensional painting...

At first, Zhou Baiyu only felt... an incredible lightness in his body.

But his movements became extraordinarily slow.

He saw the happy family.

The mother was taking pictures with her phone on the side, the father raised his hand, the girl also raised her hand...

The scene was so beautiful...

But Zhou Baiyu couldn't move an inch.

Because he was dead.

The capriciousness of the God of Death and Reincarnation was complete, 8/16. He died from dimensional reduction.

Thirty seconds later, Zhou Baiyu's body was forcibly pulled out of the canvas...

This time he couldn't even take a deep breath. He felt as though he had fallen into an ice cellar, cold to the core of his soul.

The experience of becoming a paper-thin person was terrifying.

It's so terrifying that in the future, hearing the words "paper people" might cause radishes to grow backwards.

He had died by crashing into a wall, by his head exploding, by being corroded with strong acid, by aging, by suffocating in corrupted flesh...

But among these ways to die, the most terrifying was the dimensional change.

Zhou Baiyu could not imagine:

"Is this really 1.44? Are you telling me this is 1.44? No matter what kind of game... a monster that can twist time and space, and even alter dimensions... shouldn't it be equivalent to a final boss?"

Zhou Baiyu was not aware that in the precursor world, there were indeed some creatures so powerful that they could change the rules, playing with all living beings as if they were mere trifles...

These creatures were known to the precursors as "Demon Lord level" beings.

"The Corruption Gu must have parasitized the child in the painting..."

"But can it really possess such tremendous power just after being parasitized?"

Perhaps among monsters, there is also a kind of "chosen one"?

If there had been no apocalypse...

The life of this child must have been magnificent...

The little girl in the painting was very happy.

Even in the apocalypse, she still harbored hope and managed to paint such brightly colored artwork.

Zhou Baiyu should have immediately left while the "painting" had not sensed any living creatures...

But he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Seconds later, Zhou Baiyu was sucked into the painting again.

But this time, he was a little closer to the family of three in the painting.

This also confirmed his speculation.

"The painting scroll will return me to the previous position... and every time I turn into a paper person... I have a little time to change position."

"In this way... I can keep getting closer to the painting scroll... The thing I need is hidden within this painting!"

Zhou Baiyu's guess was indeed correct.

But the process was so painful that it was beyond his imagination.

He had to keep dying over and over again.

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...

Thud, thud, thud!

The pounding on the ground became more intense and frequent.

Ling Hansu's range of movement shrank more and more.

All the onlookers were on edge.

Some of them were frustrated by Ling Hansu's inaction, but soon they thought... if they were the ones present... what could they do?

In that room, there was the strange flesh that would infect upon contact, but what about the other rooms?

Under such circumstances, opening doors one by one to search for clues to break the situation was simply courting death.

Finally, the most desperate thing happened.

The corruption spread, and the bizarre flesh oozed out bit by bit from beneath the door crack...

Ling Hansu's already limited space was being compressed step by step.

She had nowhere to escape, and something like earthworms made of corrupted flesh was slowly crawling up the heel of her silvery high-heeled shoes.

Squeak!

An ear-piercing sound came, as if it was the noise of worm-like creatures piercing through flesh.

The corruption cream-red flesh finally found a new breeding ground.

Ling Hansu's face turned pale.

She let out a helpless and desperate cry. This sense of despair spread to each onlooker.

As expected.

This is the absolute newbie killer version, the terrifying night of Gu Tower in the 1.44 version, an area you simply cannot clear.

Not only the new recruits, these experienced onlookers had observed many callings.

In their view, this area was likely hiding a Demon Lord level being.

"It's possible... that this area, labeled a D-level Corruption zone, is a bug in itself. There might be a Demon Lord level being hidding here!"

Ling Hansu was infected, and she realized the corruption was spreading so fast here, there was likely a Demon Lord level existence hidden.

The spread of the flesh was not as rapid as the flesh in each of the rooms.

But Ling Hansu still could not escape them.

All she could do was watch... as these disgusting things multiplied and slowly devoured her.

Her consciousness became chaotic with countless feelings of despair and hatred flooding in.

Sensing her life was nearing its end, Ling Hansu looked up:

"Brother Jiang... save me!"

But just like Ling Hansu herself, the numerous onlookers found it hard to imagine—

In such a scenario, was Jiang Xianwu really still alive?