Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 682 The Forest Cabin Where Terrors Gather, Countdown to World Destruction (Bonus Chapter for Alliance Leader ink)

In the monitoring room, the piercing alarm sounded like the mournful cry of a dying beast, and the scarlet countdown numbers pulsed relentlessly like drops of blood—Sacrifice countdown: 68:17:42
The fat technician, Brent Hadley, trembled with anger and fear, large beads of sweat rolling down his greasy cheeks and splattering onto the control panel, soaking the piles of torn gambling tickets.

On the screen, the five dots representing the "sacrifice" remained peacefully in the cabin in the woods, while the biosignals representing the "actors" either disappeared or retreated to the edge of the forest, hesitant to move forward.

"Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" Brent slammed his fist on the control panel and roared into the comms, "Mobilize the reserves! All the 'special invitees'! Bring out the fuck the most ruthless, the craziest, the most uncontrollable monsters! I want to see rivers of blood! NOW!!!"

His female assistant, Lilith, the freckled girl who had previously bet on "rejection," worriedly whispered, "Boss, this isn't in accordance with procedures! Cross-regional calls require authorization, and those 'S-level special individuals' are too risky. What if..."

“No ‘what ifs’!” Brent interrupted her rudely, spitting all over Lilith’s face. “Authorization? I’m the procedure! If the ancient evil god awakens, we’re all doomed! Get me the ‘Far East Region - Neon Branch’! Hurry, hurry, hurry!”

The huge screen is divided into multiple displays, connecting “anomaly management branches” around the world.

Brent took a deep breath and connected to the first communication.

Screen 1, Neon Division

In a dimly lit, traditional Japanese office, a middle-aged man dressed in a formal kimono and with an expressionless face kneels.

Brent suppressed his anger, but spoke rapidly: "Moshi moshi! This is headquarters! I am Hadley! Initiate the 'Slit-Mouthed Woman' deployment program immediately! Coordinates have been synchronized! Authorization code 'Fuji Snow Peak'!"

The Japanese manager spoke slowly and deliberately, his tone flat: "Hadley-san, Miss Slit-Mouth's schedule is very full recently, and according to the agreement, her 'performances' outside of her home country require an additional 'emotional compensation' budget to appease any 'anxiety' she may experience."

Brent's forehead veins bulged: "Mental compensation?! Budget?! I'll give you double! Triple! Listen! The 'Sacrifice Countdown' is on! Ancient evil god! Ancient evil god! Understand? The whole world is about to end! Do you think we care about your little budget?! Deliver it now! Immediately!"

The Japanese manager remained silent for two seconds, seemingly weighing his options.

"Ha, got it! Sacrifice countdown priority S+, Miss Slit-Mouth is to depart immediately, but due to budget issues, please be sure to sign in later." As soon as the words were spoken, a monster appeared on the screen that looked beautiful with its legs but whose face was incredibly sanity-draining.

Brent immediately closed his eyes and hung up: "Next! Korean branch! Quick!"

Screen 2, Korean branch
In a high-tech, modern command center, a group of smartly dressed technicians with outlandish hairstyles are enjoying instant noodles.

Fat Brent bluntly stated, "Annyeonghaseyo! This is an emergency order from headquarters! Immediately mobilize 'One-Legged Ghost'! Coordinates locked! Authorization code 'Kimchi Smecta'! Hurry!"

A slick-haired young man, with an exaggerated expression, exclaimed, "What?! One-Legged Ghost? Are you sure? This is a matter of national importance! It involves money!"

Brent nearly crushed the communicator, shouting anxiously, "Give me whatever money you want! Don't talk to me about money! This is about life! The lives of the whole world! One-Legged Ghost! Now! Immediately! Right now! Go! Go! Go!"

The Korean manager, his face plastered with a businesslike, fake smile, said, "Alas! We appreciate Hadley's sincerity! The One-Legged Ghost's coordinates have been pinpointed! We will provide top-notch 'scare packaging' and 'atmosphere rendering' to ensure the client's satisfaction! Fighting!"

On the screen, a tall, grayish-blue ghostly figure with a hideous bone horn on its head disappeared into a vortex of magnificent purplish-black resentment.

Brent clutched his heart: "Damn these guys, none of them take this seriously! What the hell is this next Thailand?!"

Screen 3, Thailand Branch
In an office filled with Buddhist elements and a tropical ambiance, a manager who looks like a monk with a gentle smile but deep eyes is looking at a screen.

Brent's voice cracked slightly: "Sawadika! Headquarters urgently needs 'Flying Headman'! Coordinates synchronized! Authorization code 'Mango Sticky Rice'! It's extremely urgent!"

The Thai supervisor calmly clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Sawasdee, Mr. Brent, Ms. Flying Head Man is likely foraging at night. You know, she prefers to eat naturally. This orientation work might affect her health, so we need to perform a calming ritual first to ensure she's in a good mood."

Brent completely lost his temper, pounding his fist on the table: "Appease her?! Can't we appease her on her way to eat people?! I'll order her the best sacrificial offal! Plenty! As long as she appears at the cabin door in the woods immediately, right now, every second counts! Immediately! Sawadee-Bye!"

He practically shouted to end the communication.

Then, a woman's head, with black smoke spewing from its neck and dragging its internal organs, flew towards the cabin in the woods.

"Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!" Brent wiped his sweat, not caring about his appearance. "Now! Connect to the Western Supernatural Emergency Team! Call in Pennywise the Joker and Michael Myers! If we don't hurry, we're really done for! Those damn guys! Doesn't any of them take this seriously?!"

The forest was deathly silent.

The cold moonlight fell dimly.

The cabin stood alone in the woods, its broken window like an empty eye. The flickering firelight from the fireplace cast eerie, dancing shadows inside.

Suddenly, the space around the cabin began to distort and fluctuate.

A woman dressed in khaki traditional clothing and wearing a huge mask appeared a few meters away from the front door of the hut.

She slowly raised her head, and something seemed to be wriggling and tearing at the bottom edge of her mask.
This creature is the traditional yokai that hunts down pitiful drunkards at night—the Slit-Mouthed Woman!

A gentle breeze blew by, bringing with it a nauseating, sweet, and rotten smell. A terrifying head, dripping with saliva and with slimy entrails dragging from its neck, silently hovered beside the chimney on the roof. Its long, pale hair fluttered in the wind, and its murky eyes darted around, locking onto its target.

The Flying Head Barbarian is here.

In the shadows, it seemed as if the mixture of flesh and metal was gradually solidifying.

He was tall, with grayish-blue skin covered in wrinkles and scars. Most terrifying of all was his bald head, where countless thick, cold steel nails were deeply embedded, forming a bizarre and painful pattern.

He stood silently, holding the hook chain that connected to hell in his hand. The chain dragged gently on the ground, making a teeth-grinding scraping sound.

Nailhead, just by existing, exudes an aura of despairing pain.

Immediately afterwards, a frenzied, seemingly involuntary, giggling laugh shattered the deathly silence!
With his garishly messy hair, pale face painted with oil paint, and a blood-red grin that stretched to his ears, Pennywise the clown appeared like a malignant tumor in a nightmare, bouncing and leaping onto the edge of the shadows on the left side of the cabin.

Less than ten steps away from the clown, a tall, silent, mountain-like figure almost blended into the darkness.

The pale white rubber mask was expressionless, and behind its deep-set eyes lay a deathly emptiness.

The kitchen knife in his hand, stained with old blood, reflected a cold gleam in the moonlight.

He walked slowly and steadily toward the cabin.

Michael Myers!

To the right front of the cottage, on the wooden steps of the porch, two little girls wearing identical blue dresses and with the same braids appeared out of nowhere.

Their faces were deathly pale, as if they were not alive. They wore identical, frozen, eerie smiles on their lips. They held hands, tilted their heads, and stared unblinkingly at the closed wooden door with their two empty eyes—the Shining Twins.

In the depths of the shadows, where the moonlight could not fully illuminate, a tall, bluish-gray figure with a hideous single horn on its head and skin cracked like a dried-up swamp appeared and disappeared, exuding an aura of resentment originating from an even more ancient mountain range—the One-Legged Demon.

All the terrifying beings that had been urgently summoned gathered at the door of the cabin in the woods.

They come in all shapes and sizes, their auras sometimes wild, sometimes twisted, sometimes painful, sometimes deathly, sometimes greedy, but they all share the same goal—the five people inside the house.

The air seemed to freeze; even the sound of the wind vanished.

The hut was like a tiny, insignificant boat in the eye of a storm.

The firelight from the fireplace briefly illuminated the inhuman faces outside the door through the cracks in the window.

Inside the room, Fang Yu stood in the shadows behind the door crack, a cold, excited smile slowly curving his lips, filled with boundless fighting spirit.

As Nailhead, carrying a box of mourning, pushed open the door, those around the world watching this sacrifice held their breath.
Nailhead raised his arrogant chin, looked at the people in the room, and prepared to pronounce a death sentence on them.

Then he glanced at Fang Yu, who was smiling slightly in the corner.

then
In front of the whole world.

I once saw Fang Yu's nail head in Resident Evil: The Final Chapter. He left the cabin, and he was quite gentle.
Closed the door
"Wardfa?!"

(End of this chapter)