Chapter 2

Just then,

【Ding! Mandatory side quest triggered: go to the property management office of the compound and pay this month’s water and electricity bill.】

【Countdown: thirty minutes. Those who fail to pay on time will be built into the rooftop water tank!】

A blood-red countdown flashed wildly in midair.

Scarface shuddered violently, and his face turned deathly pale.

“Fuck! Pay utilities in this hellhole? The property office is full of evil ghosts that eat people whole!”

The skinny guy covered the arm that had just been scratched by the cold wind, his eyes darting as a vicious gaze landed on me.

“Boss, this kid got lucky a few times just now, so why don’t we make him take the property manager’s anger this time?”

The female player beside him also sneered, her face full of mockery.

“Exactly, does he really think he can act like a big shot just because he’s wearing floral beach shorts? He won’t even know how he died later!”

I ignored them, sucked down a mouthful of coconut juice that was almost finished, and slowly walked toward the property management building.

The moment I stepped into the gloomy building, the three of them suddenly attacked, shoving me through the blood-red iron door labeled “Manager’s Office.”

“Bro, the capable should do more, so enjoy yourself in there!”

“Creak—bang!”

The heavy iron door was locked tightly from the outside by them.

Holding the empty coconut shell, I sighed helplessly.

This generation of newbies really had dirty minds.

......

But just as I expected, shrill screams soon came from outside the door.

Scarface and the others had clearly triggered the killing traps around the corridor.

“Ah!! My leg! Something is biting my leg!”

“Help! Don’t come over! Get away!”

Listening to the ghostly wails outside, I shook my head and turned to look at the dark manager’s office.

Behind the desk, a huge mass of rotten flesh was writhing wildly.

That was the infamous “Flaying Manager” in the S-rank instance.

More than a dozen bloody human skins were draped over his body, and he was staring at me with a greedy and brutal gaze.

As for me, I casually tossed the coconut shell into the trash can, walked to the leather sofa, and sat down heavily.

“Little Skin.”

The mass of rotten flesh suddenly stiffened, and countless blood-red eyes looked at me at the same time.

“My legs are sore from standing, come massage them for me.”

The blood on the Flaying Manager’s body instantly froze.

Then he scrambled out from behind the desk, his huge body shrinking into a ball as he obediently squatted by my feet.

Two claws covered in barbs were placed on my calves with extreme gentleness and slowness.

“A little too much pressure,” I said with a frown.

“Crack!”

The Flaying Manager broke every bone spike on his claws without hesitation, terrified that he might scratch my beach shorts.

Beside us, black water slowly bubbled out of the water dispenser, and a deathly pale “Drowned Ghost” crawled out.

I knocked on the coffee table. “I’m thirsty, make me some hot tea, and don’t try to fool me with your bathwater.”

The Drowned Ghost trembled all over in fright and quickly boiled a pot of premium Da Hong Pao with the purest top-grade yin energy.

He even somehow pulled out a fruit platter and carefully peeled a grape with his pale, swollen fingers before offering it to my mouth.

I leaned back comfortably on the sofa, enjoying the highest-level VIP service in the anomaly world.

And outside, separated by only one door.

Scarface was being chased all over the floor by a swarm of bloody handprints, his whole body covered in blood.

When he heard the urgent panting from inside the room that the Flaying Manager made while trying to please me, his face immediately twisted into a savage grin.

“Hear that? That kid must have been skinned alive already!”

The skinny guy had lost one ear to a bite, and he echoed him through tears of pain. “Serves him right! That’s what he gets for acting tough! He must have died ten thousand times worse than us!”

The female player screamed as she dodged a flying chain. “Once we survive this, I’m going to spit on his rotten flesh!”

However, they had no idea that the livestream comments across the entire network had completely crashed by now.

【Holy shit! Holy shiiiiit!】

【Someone wake me up, is the one peeling grapes for the newbie the S-rank nightmare Drowned Ghost who wiped out three elite guilds?!】

【The Flaying Manager is massaging his legs?! The Flaying Manager even broke off his own bone spikes just to massage his legs?!】

【Those three idiots outside are still laughing? Hurry up and look at what he’s doing in there!!】

【Is this guy really a player? Isn’t he basically the major shareholder of this anomaly world?!】