Catastrophe Card King

The light in the labyrinth was dim.

The dominant hue of dark cyan was quite oppressive, air filled with a suffocating aura of terror. The passage was peaceful, occasionally wind would blow through, bringing with it a series of wails like the whispers of tortured souls, their cries lingering in the ears for a long while.

It was as if the dark, pitch-black ending of the corridor was a path leading to Hell itself, leaving anyone feeling terrified with each step they took.

Decayed swords and axes, broken clay pots, scattered bones… every detail hinted towards the presence of horrible creatures in this place.

Leonard Churchill inspected his surroundings and confirmed this atmosphere was deliberately created.

This was a clever psychological trick, invisibly influencing the attitudes of intruders.

But he still didn’t know the motive behind this setup.

As an avid enthusiast of solving puzzles, Leonard knew that it was crucial to discern the intent of the scheme’s designer and dismiss any distractions.

Just like the background music in a horror movie, when turned off, the scary atmosphere immediately drops by ninety percent.

The more the environment suggests you should be scared, the more you should remain calm.

Well…

Originally, It wasn’t so easy for him to be scared.

Having realized this, Leonard Churchill was more collected, walking through the labyrinth slowly but with a steady pace.

As he moved along, he left some marks on the walls.

The underground labyrinth was completely sealed off; without knowing the correct way to navigate, one could only rely on traditional marking methods to explore.

But Leonard knew if he continued to probe like this, he would eventually bump into a monster, so he didn’t dare to walk too fast.

While making his way forward, he kept contemplating where the breaking point of this labyrinth was.

Three hundred thousand laborers killed and turned into monsters; the chances of encountering one were very high.

Perhaps the fierce battles in other areas attracted the attention of the majority of the monsters; he had walked through several passages without encountering any danger.

However, he frequently saw piles of bones in the corners.

Again, making no sense.

Leonard had a slight feeling that he was about to grasp something crucial. But he wasn’t the only one smart enough to avoid the Governor’s Mansion group.

While he was contemplating this, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind him.

“Captain, there are more and more skeletons…”

“Forget about these skeletons, let’s move quickly! If we catch the Secret

Keeper’s attention, we’re done for!”

“This is too terrifying, that Secret Keeper killed the frost knight in one blow! What on earth has happened?! Isn’t this a ‘D’ class space?

As the voices carried over, in the blink of an eye, three men appeared, as if being chased by some creature, running towards him with faces of panic.

Behind them, the sounds of chattering bones filled the empty corridor.

Unable to avoid them, Leonard was hit square on.

Upon closer inspection, he was surprised to see the leader Dexter and two other Corpse Collector colleagues.

However, he was not concerned about their identities.

He was attracted and intrigued by another bizarre scene.

As soon as these three arrived, the bones which were initially scattered randomly across the passage suddenly stood up on their own, transformed into skeleton monsters under the influence of some mysterious force?

Leonard narrowed his eyes slightly, murmuring surprisingly to himself: “So, these dried up bones are actual monsters?”

It was as if this had triggered a chain reaction; all the other skeletons in the passage stood up, turning into the Craftsman Skeletons.

The appearance of these creatures of the undead instantly filled the corridor with a sinister chilliness.

Seeing all this, instead of being terrified, Leonard had a sudden realization.

He felt like he had grasped something, murmuring to himself: “In that case, I seem to understand now…”

The three men, who were fleeing in a disheveled manner, were also taken aback when they bumped into Leonard in the passageway.

Isn’t this the newcomer?

Sometimes, a single glance can tell you when someone harbors malicious intent.

The trio, who had been running frantically, had their hands already reaching for their concealed blades with unjust intentions.

While Leonard was contemplating the awakening of the skeletons, out of the corner of his eye, he caught their movements and muttered, “Isn’t it good to be alive…”

He was well aware of why these men were behaving this way.

They weren’t stupid. Currently, they were surrounded by skeleton monsters, and being stuck with them was almost a certainty of death. Evidently, they thought having a piece of bait that could attract the monsters’ hatred would ensure their survival.

Ideally, a bloody one.

This method of luring monsters was not uncommon amongst hunters in the wild.

Bucktooth confidently drew his knife, probably believing that his strength as a Card Disciple Level 2 could easily sever the leg of the man in front of him?

However, at that moment, an unexpected scene occurred.

Leonard’s seemingly unfocused eyes suddenly turned cold as ice. He quickly drew his gun.

Almost simultaneously as the cold flash of Bucktooth’s knife was revealed, the barrel of the bleak black gun was placed against his head with lightning speed.

With the gun pointed at his head, Bucktooth’s expression abruptly changed from disdain to absolute horror. His pupils dilated with shock filled his countenance.

But this was the last scene he would ever see in his life.

A muffled “bang” resounded.

Without any hesitation, Leonard fired the gun as soon as he pulled it out.

He didn’t spare a second glance at the man whose head was blown off by his shot. He quickly redirected his focus and the gun’s aim towards Dexter, the team leader a few meters in front of him, and decisively pulled the trigger again.

He didn’t intend to kill, but when he did, he made sure he was ruthless.

These three were a team.

Since he had resorted to violence, he had to kill quickly.

“Bang!”

“Bang!”

Two shots in quick succession.

In an instance, the bullets created two trails in the air..