Chapter 240 The Eleventh Day of Entering a Restricted Novel
Chapter 240 The Eleventh Day of Entering a Restricted Novel
Chapter 240: The Eleventh Day of Entering the Smutty Novel
An Yi looked up at it, extended a finger, and gently tapped the air in its direction toward the writhing, half-human, half-monster fusion.
An extreme chill instantly erupted from his fingertip, silently enveloping and freezing the entire fusion!
An Yi pushed his ability to the limit he could currently control.
At the moment of freezing, even the tiniest water molecules in the air stopped moving, as if time had stood still in that area.
Then, the frost visibly melted and vaporized, as if it had never existed.
An Yi retreated into the shadows.
"Bam!"
The door was burst open by two strong bodyguards.
"Young master!"
The two rushed into the room, their eyes immediately locked onto the bed, and then their expressions froze, pupils dilating from extreme terror.
They saw their "young master" Wu Zhishang, the majority of his body covered and entangled by a twisted, pitch-black, sticky tentacle monster, those tentacles grotesquely merging with his skin and flesh, becoming one.
The entire room was permeated by an indescribable, chilling aura, making their teeth chatter.
"M-m-monster!!"
"Ahhh!!!"
The two trained bodyguards, their legs giving way, collapsed to the floor, letting out heart-wrenching screams.
Their screams attracted more members of the Wu family.
Wu Zhishang’s grandfather, the head of the Wu family, along with several relatives and more security personnel, rushed in at the sound.
Then, everyone saw the unforgettable sight that would become an eternal nightmare—
Under countless terrified gazes, the man-monster fusion on the bed, like weathered sand, began from the edges to gradually dissolve into fine, gray-black dust, silently dispersing and disintegrating.
In just a few seconds, it vanished completely without a trace, leaving nothing behind.
Only the bone-chilling cold was left in the room, along with the Wu family members sprawled on the floor, faces ashen, some even peed themselves.
The normally dignified head of the Wu family, watching his grandson "turn to ashes" in such a bizarre and terrifying manner before his eyes, his eyes rolled back without making a sound, fainted dead away, and crashed heavily to the floor.
Comments section:
"?????"
"Huh?"
"I don't get this development. Aren't we supposed to be a smutty story? Why is it going the horror route?"
"Eww, so gross."
"I'm so scared!!"
"Why'd the MC die? Isn't this only Chapter 1?"
"And who's that ice-wielding mystery man whose face we can't see? Did I end up on the wrong website?"
"!! Damn! Look! The author marked it complete!"
"Complete??? But this is Chapter 1, what the hell?"
"@Author! Are you messing with me? This is false advertising! You wrote this just to scare us, didn't you? (Angry)"
"@Author, I'm gonna tie your neck in a knot and hang it on this book's cover as a good luck charm!!"
"..."
An Yi, lurking in the shadows, smiled to himself.
He didn't linger and left the now-chaotic mansion as if he had never been there.
When he got back to his apartment, An Yi took out the black book from his dimensional space again.
The book felt cold to the touch, but the creepy evil vibe from before was completely gone; now it was like an ordinary black leather notebook made of special material with blank pages.
As his fingers touched the cover, info naturally streamed into his mind, instantly revealing the book's origin and purpose.
This book had no name and wasn't originally from this world.
It was a powerful spatial sealing artifact; each page turned could seal one creature or object.
That tentacle monster was merely an accidental "hitchhiker" that got drawn into the book and crossed space barriers with it, ending up in this world.
The tentacle monster itself had too low a power level to control the book at all; it clung to it like a tapeworm, using the book's ambient energy to maintain its existence and seek a host.
And this world itself had no supernatural power.
An Yi held the book, his brows slightly furrowed, sinking into deeper thought.
Breaking space barriers?
Did this book, along with that insignificant tentacle monster, come to this world simply because the author of that smutty novel needed a tentacle monster for his explicit plot when conceiving the story?
Or was there another reason?
An Yi pondered—were these "novel worlds" he transmigrated into actual, existing parallel worlds interconnected in some unknown form?
Could it be... that those so-called "plots" were just fragmentary, maybe distorted records or projections from some observers?
If he was right...
An Yi's gaze fell on the book in his hand, his gaze deepening.
He felt something wasn't right; his intuition told him it shouldn't be that way.
But if he could master the methods and rules of crossing space barriers, then he would no longer be passively thrown into worlds but could actively choose.
Return to old worlds? Go to new ones? Decide the next world's genre?
An Yi's eyes flickered, his fingertips gently caressing the cold cover.
"I'll give you a name. I'll call you... 'Juxing Tulu.'"
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The next few days were quiet and uneventful.
The Wu family made no moves at all, not even a ripple.
The eerie and terrifying events deep within the Wu residence that night seemed to have been tightly smothered by an invisible hand, with no word reaching the outside world.
The high-society circles continued their revelry, as if the once arrogant young master of the Wu family had merely stepped out of the spotlight.
An Yi sat behind the wide desk, his fingertips gliding across the smooth screen of his tablet as he browsed company reports, his expression focused and calm.
As if he hadn’t been the one who slipped in like a ghost that night and, with a wave of his hand, reduced both the monster and the man to ashes.
Over the past few days, An Yi had also received some news from unofficial channels regarding the Wu family.
He picked up his coffee, gently blew on the steam, the swirling mist blurring his overly delicate features.
The Wu family patriarch, after that night, had suddenly fallen critically ill—reportedly a stroke, very severe. Now he lay in bed, with his mouth crooked and eyes distorted, unable to speak or move.
And Wu Zhishang's father, apparently too agitated that night, had accidentally fallen and struck the back of his head against a hard object... He was now in a vegetative state, with little chance of regaining consciousness.
An Yi took a sip of coffee, the rich bitterness spreading across his tongue.
Additionally, the anonymous report about the Wu family that An Yi had submitted through special channels had not yet received a clear response.
However, given the Wu family's current state—leaderless and inevitably plunged into chaos—subsequent investigations and handling would face a lot less resistance.
An Yi leaned back in his chair, his gaze drifting toward the clear sky outside the window.
This potential trouble from the Wu family had self-destructed in this manner, saving him a lot of hassle down the line.