Transforming Succubus: Almost Doomsday

The library is right in the middle, and if it weren't for the Sky Eye, who is the snow demon, just looking at the entrance, no one would have known where the three doors all led.

Therefore, Zhou Baiyu speculated that the other two options, unless one is of a very high level, as high as Guang Tongchen's, would probably lead to certain death upon entry.

Of course, the library is clearly not a safe place either.

"All three doors are closed, Brother Jiang, it's up to you now," Zhou Baiyu said.

The wily woman had already regarded Jiang Xianwu as an excellent lock-picking master.

Zhou Baiyu was very self-aware, but this time, when he touched the door, it opened automatically.

[You have successfully passed the casino test and can directly enter the next segment.]

This phrase appeared in everyone's minds, and Zhou Baiyu was even more certain:

"It seems the game elements have indeed intensified. And... is it just my imagination? I always feel like it has become friendlier towards the pioneers."

Of course, the current environment was still very dangerous. A slight mishap, and the pioneer team could possibly be annihilated.

However, Zhou Baiyu distinctly felt... if they acted according to a certain protocol, it seemed that the so-called "door jam" wouldn't occur.

This also strengthened his belief that in the first segment, when facing the onslaught of monsters... confronting them head-on and then forcefully entering the casino was actually the wrong approach.

But there's a saying, isn't there? Being able to forcefully make one's way through the levels without following the game designer's path is also a skill.

Clearly, Guang Tongchen's output was higher than that of certain levels in this version, so he could bypass the process.

Upon opening the middle door, there was a corridor with a marble floor. On the walls on both sides, hung the paintings of many art masters.

But these paintings were all strange, depicting the upper limbs of various creatures.

The hands of humans, the tentacles of giant sea monsters, the claws of animals, the prosthetic hooks of pirates.

The pioneer team prepared to enter the corridor and head towards the library.

But Zhou Baiyu suddenly stopped everyone:

"Don't go in yet, these paintings don't look right to me, there might be great danger inside."

One Meal Three Questions asked:

"What's the situation?"

Zhou Baiyu signaled everyone to step back:

"Do you all remember what the snow demon said? 'Walk the silent path of death and three Gatekeepers shall appear.'

"'The path of death' could well be a literal road of death, where one would die upon entry."

The narrow corridor seemed to be sixty meters long.

Zhou Baiyu silently calculated the structure of the cruise ship in his mind. He always felt that this corridor was unreasonably long, designed very illogically.

Who would design such a long, narrow corridor in a place like a cruise ship, where every area must serve a function?

His doubts grew more intense. Meanwhile, standing outside the corridor, he tore a button off his clothing and threw it down the corridor.

A horrifying scene unfolded, as the paintings on all the walls suddenly contorted, and those various hands extended out from the paintings.

There were tentacles covered in slime, as well as withered arms carrying the air of death, and claws with ferocious strength.

It was as if they were going to shred any creature passing through the corridor to pieces.

Zhou Baiyu even saw a wrist with a designer watch on one of the hands.

At a distance of about ten meters, he could also see a delicate woman's hand wearing a lace glove.

He had almost reached a conclusion:

"If we rashly enter, we'd probably be dragged into the paintings by these strange hands. Some of these hands must belong to the guests on board."

The hands extending from the paintings all had a faint black layer, as if they came from hell.

Everyone watched in alarm; this was the true path of death.

But the road was sixty meters long—how could they possibly get through?

Zhou Baiyu frowned. By now, he already understood the concept of devil-class entities.

The manifestations here resembled the ones he encountered in the Gu Tower when he was sucked into a painting.

Did this imply that there is a devil-class entity hidden within the cruise ship?

About half a minute had passed when all the arms in the painting had retracted.

Those lethal limbs had once again become the tranquil fragments of time within the canvas.

A Meal a Day and Fish Every Three Days exchanged a glance, both unsure of how to proceed.

Zhou Baiyu said:

"The information before mentioned that this path is called 'the silent passage of death.'"

"So obviously, silence is the key to getting through. I guess at the end of the road, there must be some sort of switch that can seal those arms in the painting."

"Now, we need someone who can cross this path without making a sound."

A Meal a Day asked:

"But how can we achieve complete silence? Do you mean we just need to walk without making noise?"

"I don't know about that, but I think it must not be that simple. No matter how careful we are, it's impossible to negate the weight of our bodies and make no sound at all."

A button falling on the ground could provoke countless arms... it's hard to imagine what would happen if a person stepped on it, whether it would drive the limbs in the painting even more insane.

The Cunning Woman suddenly spoke up:

"Let me try."

As she spoke, her whip flicked out, not summoning two Shadow Leopards this time, but instead a black crow.

Everyone was pleased.

What a brilliant idea, a summoned creature that could fly. As long as it didn't touch the ground, it would surely...

Just as this thought materialized, everyone was immediately proven wrong.

The black crow had barely entered the passage, and though it made no sound... it was instantly killed.

Countless arms tore the Shadow Crow apart, wings, tail, feet, head... it burst into a puff of black smoke and was dragged into the painting.

"Pu wa…" the Cunning Woman spat out a mouthful of blood.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, my darling, mommy didn't take good care of you..."

The death of the Shadow Crow left the Cunning Woman instantly weakened.

Zhou Baiyu speculated that killing the Beast Tamer's summoned creature also caused harm to the Beast Tamer themselves?

"What... what should we do? Shall we try another area?" Fish Every Three Days suggested.

A Meal a Day also said:

"That black bird made almost no noise flying across, and it's not possible for us to do better than that."

Quite weakened, the Cunning Woman said:

"It's not almost, there was no sound at all, Shadow Crow is a scouting type summon, it's essentially just a shadow."

No sound, not even weight, because it never touched the ground.

But even so, it was still blocked by this path.

"The button hadn't even hit the ground when those strange arms in the painting were triggered, so it seems it's not just about the sound, it's about absolute 'nothingness'... even the form has to be concealed."

As Zhou Baiyu spoke, he looked towards Guang Tongchen:

"Club President, do you have a solution?"

In such a situation, A Meal a Day and Fish Every Three Days couldn't think of any way to get through the passage.

But Guang Tongchen simply nodded lightly:

"Cunning Woman, are you okay? Do you need a stamina card?"

Zhou Baiyu still had a stamina card, but considering that Jiang Xianwu might need transformation later, the Cunning Woman shook her head and said:

"That item is precious. I just need to rest for a while. Club President, what are you going to do?"

Guang Tongchen said:

"It seems this passage requires absolute silence and invisibility."

"That would be impossible for other professions, but I might be able to try."

As he spoke, the figure of Guang Tongchen... disappeared.