The Fearless Chapter 9

I slept until I woke up naturally—way better than working overtime, okay?

I opened the system interface and checked the announcements about other players' deaths.

The two players on floor 17 died earliest, encountering an SS-rank Starving Ghost and getting swallowed alive.

Out of 36 players, only 24 remained. One-third dead on just the first day.

Most deaths were on floors ten and above.

"Congratulations to remaining players for surviving the first day."

"Note: After a demon kills a player, the other player on that floor receives 24 hours of protection."

The system notification rang in my ears.

It seemed like helpful advice, but actually, this would make teamed players paranoid.

Sometimes humans were scarier than ghosts!

On the second day, I gathered the Ghost Child, Ghost Granny, and the Nine-Eyed Reaper together and played landlord all day.

At first they resisted, constantly threatening to kill me, but gradually they forgot about it while playing.

On the morning of the third day, I received another system notification.

The 24 players dropped sharply to just 10.

Many players had been backstabbed by their own teammates. To survive, people could abandon all morality and conscience.

"Friendly reminder: Today is the last day of your apartment residency. All demons in the apartment will recover their memories and fully awaken."

"Good luck~"

The system's cold voice entered my ears.

"Only those with overwhelming resentment refuse to enter reincarnation after death, becoming demons. Once memories recover, they'll completely lose control."

The Nine-Eyed Reaper frowned deeply. Even someone as powerful as him couldn't resist the loss of control from memory recovery.

Without powerful items, ordinary players stood no chance.

The first to recover memories was the Ghost Child, Luna.

"AAAHHHHH!!!"

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

"Mommy, save me! Waaah~"

The Ghost Child's body erupted in terrifying flames, engulfing the entire floor, threatening to burn everything.

Through the flames, I saw her memories from life.

Luna had congenital heart disease and always felt her parents didn't love her.

Later, the family had a baby brother, and Luna felt even more neglected.

Once, while playing hide-and-seek with her brother, a fire broke out at home.

Luna hid in a closet and heard her parents calling—but they called her brother's name. Luna stubbornly refused to answer, and ended up burned alive!

Her lingering resentment transformed her into a Flame Ghost Child!

The Nine-Eyed Reaper stepped forward, standing between me and the ghost fire. He waved his hand, opening his ghost eyes, using absolute power to forcibly suppress and extinguish the flames on the Ghost Child.

A few minutes later, the Ghost Child regained consciousness and threw herself into my arms. "Mommy didn't want me, that's why I burned to death. If you were my mommy, you would've found Luna, right?"

I stroked her head tenderly. "No matter where you are, I'll always find you."

The second to recover memories was Ghost Granny.

Dark winds rose in the room, and black rain began to fall.

Ghost Granny screamed and dove into the coffin, then countless strands of hair crawled out, surging toward me frantically.

"Oh no! I can't cut it!"

The Ghost Scissors lost effectiveness. Just as I was about to be strangled by the wet hair, a ball of ghost fire struck back the waterfall of hair.

But the Ghost Child was clearly no match for Ghost Granny—she could only barely protect herself.

At the critical moment, the Nine-Eyed Reaper pulled me into his arms. The eight eyes on his face glowed with eerie red light, blocking all attacks.

I saw Ghost Granny's memories from life.

She'd been a lonely elderly woman. Her husband died early, and she had two children who weren't filial.

Weak and sickly, she was seen as a burden by her children even before death. They'd already ordered her burial shroud and coffin.

In rage, Ghost Granny put on the burial shroud, lay in the coffin, and sealed the lid, hoping to make her children feel guilty and sympathetic.

But that day, a rainstorm triggered flooding. Massive amounts of water flooded the coffin, drowning Ghost Granny alive!

She'd dedicated her entire life to her children, yet her ending was so tragic.

"Actually, I always wanted to climb out of that coffin. It was so dark inside... Girl, thank you for taking off my burial shroud and rescuing me from the coffin."

The terrifying hair gradually receded. Ghost Granny finally regained consciousness.

But soon, she and the Ghost Child both showed worried expressions.

They'd both lost control and been suppressed by the Nine-Eyed Reaper.

But if the Nine-Eyed Reaper lost control, who could suppress him?