Northern Myanmar: These players are acting strangely!

Chapter 149 Monk and Nun: A Customized Private Zone!

Passing through the misty air thick with the smell of alcohol and the soft sounds of music, Wang Zixu followed Shanji to the elevator entrance.

The magnificent crystal chandelier overhead cast a bright and soft light, suddenly clearing Wang Zixu's vision. Just moments before, he had been immersed in the ancient-style feast of wine and meat, and he was momentarily disoriented, experiencing the absurd illusion of having traveled back to the modern world from ancient times.

"Ding--"

The elevator door opens.

The waiter standing at the door quickly reached out to block the elevator door and bowed respectfully.
"Please, both of you!"

After Wang Zixu and Shanji went inside, he considerately helped them press the button for the sixth floor, then bowed again and respectfully withdrew.

The elevator door slowly closed.

"Ding--"

The moment the elevator doors opened on the sixth floor.

A burst of frenzied heavy metal music flooded my ears like a raging torrent.

Wang Zixu frowned.

It wasn't that he disliked the music, but the sudden change in environment made him feel very uncomfortable.

Holy crap, this background music is so catchy! I was all sleepy, but it instantly woke me up!

[This music...it's like stepping into a disco! If I didn't know this was Dream of the Red Chamber, I would have thought Piao Di was here to go clubbing!]

This floor looks interesting; the atmosphere is completely different right from the start.

[It can't be any more outrageous than the debauchery downstairs, can it?]

That's not necessarily true; my imagination is so limited that I can't conjure up anything more exciting.

[To the guy upstairs, you can always trust the bottom line of these NPCs in the game, because they have no bottom line at all; nothing surprises them.]

Wang Zixu stepped out of the elevator and quickly scanned his surroundings.

The decor on the sixth floor is completely different from any of the floors below, but it also causes both physical and psychological discomfort.

The women here are all dressed in brightly colored palace maid outfits, while the male waiters are all dressed as eunuchs.

People dressed in ancient costumes move through a modern setting, making one feel as if they are on the set of a time-travel drama.

A woman dressed in a pink palace maid's uniform walked gracefully over, gave the two a curtsy, and asked in a sickeningly sweet voice:
"Gentlemen, this is the retro custom-designed section. Do you have a reservation?"

The cheap perfume she wore mingled with the incense in the air, creating a strange, pungent smell that kept assaulting Wang Zixu's nostrils. He couldn't help but rub his nose and turn to look at Shanji.

Retro custom design section?

Wang Zixu pondered the literal meaning of the words, seemingly lost in thought.

If the fifth floor is already in such a state of decay, how much better can the sixth floor be?

The pheasant didn't even look at her directly, and waved its hand impatiently.
"Go about your business."

The woman immediately nodded and withdrew, understanding the situation.

Just as I turned around, a rough roar came from not far away.

"Is anyone else here?!"

"Where are the nuns I wanted?!"

"Why the hell hasn't it been delivered yet?!"

A fat man wearing a kasaya and with a large string of Buddhist beads around his neck staggered over, shouting impatiently:

"Where are the people!?"

"I've been waiting so long, the daylily's already gone cold!"

His voice was thick with drunkenness, and the fat on his face twitched as he spoke, making him look extremely fierce.

Upon seeing this, the palace maid who had just received Wang Zixu and Shanji's expression changed drastically. She hurriedly lifted her skirt and ran over, her face plastered with a fawning smile:
"Please wait a moment, Master Kang."

"They're coming right away, right away!"

"I'll urge them to change right away; they'll be done soon."

Her voice carried a clear hint of panic and fear, indicating that she was quite wary of this "Master Kang".

Wang Zixu's lips twitched slightly.

The fifth floor is a veritable feast of wine and meat, the sixth floor is filled with palace maids and eunuchs, and now even fake monks have appeared. This place truly is a large-scale ancient costume cosplay show.

"I don't care, I can't find him..."

Just as the palace maid was about to lose her temper with "Master Kang", several palace maids and eunuchs rushed over from the other end of the corridor, their faces beaming with flattery and their mouths full of sweet words.

"Uncle Kang, don't worry, they'll be here soon!"

"Uncle Kang, please calm down. Look, here it is!"

As they reassured her, five or six women, also dressed as nuns, swayed out of a room at the end of the corridor.

They wore light makeup, and their eyes and brows carried a deliberate air of coquetry. They didn't look like nuns at all; they were clearly a group of fake nuns.

The women walked up to the man in the cassock and complained in a coquettish voice:

"Uncle Kang, please don't be angry. We're here now, aren't we?"

"Exactly, why do they make us wear these clothes? They're so plain and ugly."

Upon hearing this, the fake monk let out a piercing laugh, his chubby face contorting into a grimace.
"Shut the fuck up!"

"You know nothing!"

"Nuns and monks are a match made in heaven."

"I didn't pay to listen to your complaints, I came to enjoy the service!!"

Before he finished speaking, he stretched out his large, fan-like hands and embraced the two women, walking them into the room while muttering curses under his breath.

"Phew~ They're finally gone."

As if a plague had been sent away, the palace maid who had initially received Wang Zixu and Shanji breathed a long sigh of relief.

She walked over, smiled apologetically at Wang Zixu and Shanji, and then sat back down at the front desk.

Before Wang Zixu could even voice his doubts, Shanji spoke up:
"That guy was one of Brother Leopard's men, his name is Kang."

"That guy is a freak. If you ever run into him, stay away and don't mess with him."

Wang Zixu nodded blankly, his doubts deepening.
"Brother Chicken, what exactly is this sixth floor...?"

One monk and a group of nuns, what the hell is this?
The pheasant chuckled:
"The sixth floor is called Private Customization."

"It means exactly what it says. You can bring up any ideas you have, and they will help you design and recreate them."

"In other words, as long as you have money, you can be an emperor here."

As he spoke, he waved to Wang Zixu and led him deeper into the corridor.

Wow, this floor is amazing! They even offer personalized customization?!

[Hehe, does that mean I can play any role I want as long as I'm paid?]

It's not that you want to play a role, but rather that you want others to play a certain role, and that's what they have to act out.

Didn't you see that fake monk from earlier? I don't even know how to describe how I feel right now...it's just...explosive!

[Speaking of which, this Master Kang has a really unique palate; he actually really likes this kind of thing.]

You're all too young. There's nothing they won't do, only things you can't imagine. I bet there's something even more outrageous to come.

[+1, I'll bet a pack of spicy strips.]

The corridor was dimly lit, and the deafening sound of music mixed together, making people feel irritable.

Wang Zixu could only barely make out some jarring rhythms and indistinct human voices.

The music was so loud it made him restless. He desperately wanted to find the main switch and turn off this damn music, but that was obviously impossible.

Let alone him, even if Brother Long came, he probably wouldn't have that much privilege.

The pheasant stopped in front of a door, just about to step on it.

Another door next to him suddenly creaked open from the inside.

Wang Zixu subconsciously turned his head, his gaze involuntarily glancing into the room.

He was stunned at first glance.

(End of this chapter)