My magic panel is too numerical.

A uniform white mist drifted in through the open door crack.

"Help...help..."

"Someone come here..."

Pharos cried for help for a long time, his mouth dry and his throat hoarse.

There was no response, no sound, and everything around him was eerily quiet, as if the whole world had forgotten him.

Finally, his face became less relaxed and paler.

He hurriedly looked out the window, trying to spot the gang's security guards.

But the moment he turned around, Pharos's pupils contracted sharply.

Outside the window was a thick, white fog, so dense that one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

"Far... Faros, the fish has taken the bait, but it seems too big and has snapped the line..." Miss Raven's voice trembled. Her feathers stood on end, her iridescent black feathers bristling, making her look a size bigger.

This... isn't it broken?

Pharos's eye twitched as he stared intently at the crack in the door from which white mist was billowing, his entire body tense.

At that moment, his adrenaline surged, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

As the door was gently pushed open, making a slight creaking sound, Pharos finally saw who had come in.

This was a handsome young man with dark hair. His slightly narrow eyebrows made his eyes even sharper, and his expression was full of youthful vigor. He looked exactly like Luca.

He was wearing cotton and linen pajamas and looked perfectly normal.

But behind him were several maids and security personnel lying on the ground, some supine and some prone.

Their faces were all mangled and bloody.

Pharos gritted his teeth, forcing himself to calm down.

We must escape immediately.

Whoever the other party is, they are capable of killing Detective Simon.

Pharos did not believe he had a way to win.

He immediately turned around and tried to open the window, only to find it locked. He then tried to break the window with his elbow.

In the images, the windows of this era are not sturdy.

But I gave up after just one try. This isn't glass at all; it's clearly a stone slab.

His arm was throbbing with pain from the shock.

Enzo just watched quietly, seemingly in no hurry, but his skin turned pale at a visible speed, soon becoming completely bloodless.

His muscles and physique were also expanding little by little, and in the blink of an eye he grew to over two and a half meters tall.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Pharos immediately lunged at the bedside table beside him, where his last trump card was hidden: a revolver.

Serena placed this here in advance, just in case; her exact words were, "for unforeseen circumstances."

Pharos took a deep breath and silently prayed that the gun would come in handy.

This was the first time Pharos had ever handled a gun in his two lives, but the distance between them was estimated to be only three or four meters. A headshot was hard to say, but it was unlikely to miss.

To avoid being injured by the recoil, he gripped the gun with both hands, drew it, and fired.

"Bang!"

A bright silver light shot out.

Yes, it's even a silver bullet.

The immense recoil made my hand ache, but thankfully the silver bullet hit me squarely, even precisely in the head.

Enzo's face was ripped apart by the bullet, which spun like meat being ground into a pulp.

"Did it work?"

However, after the blood and flesh splattered, he did not fall to the ground as expected. Instead, his face began to fester, and his entire face fell off like rotten flesh.

Pharos finally began to feel fear.

Emerging from the rotting flesh was an unusual face that left a deep impression on him.

It was in Paul's memory that he saw that faceless white giant.

Now that he saw it with his own eyes, Pharos suddenly realized just how huge and oppressive this thing was.

Pharos wasn't short; at 19 years old, he was 1.83 meters tall, but compared to the giant, he looked like a six or seven-year-old child.

"Damn it, that stinky woman, she got herself into trouble while fishing!" Pharos cursed Christina through gritted teeth.

But then again, no one could have imagined that Enzo could become a monster, or that a monster could become Enzo.

It can only be said that Detective Simon's death was not unjust.

At this point, Pharos was facing a desperate situation.

The loose pajamas finally couldn't support the giant's physique and tore apart.

Pharos finally saw the giant's full appearance.

Its body is smooth and its muscles are well-developed and full. It has no hair, nails, or genitals from head to toe, and its gender is indistinguishable.

Its head had no facial features, but its entire body, from head to toe, was densely covered with human faces—men, women, children, and the elderly—as if they had been peeled off from other people and pasted onto its own body seamlessly.

Faros saw a familiar face on its left chest—it was Detective Simon; on its right thigh, it saw Paul; and on its left crotch, it saw Enzo, along with many maids and security guards it had met at Moretti's house.

Pharos gasped and said:

"Miss Crow, is there any other cheat code we can activate? I feel like something big is about to happen."

Miss Crow was helpless and scared. This monster seemed to have isolated the surrounding space, and even spirits couldn't fly out.

Even if she were to leave, so what? She's just a "spirit".

We're out of ideas.

If nothing unexpected happens, then Pharos's face will soon appear on the white giant's body.

The white giant seemed unwilling to wait any longer and began to move, stepping out with his strong right leg and shattering the floor with a single stomp.

Pharos, quick-witted and agile, crawled on the ground, pushed off the wall with both feet, and slid under the bed, causing the giant to miss his target.

"Bang……"

The immense force caused a tremor, but the window remained completely undamaged.

The giant reached out and gently lifted the bed, ripping it open from underneath.

Taking advantage of his relatively agile body, Pharos immediately crawled out from under the bed and rushed towards the door of the room.

The giant wasn't in a hurry; countless faces on his body stared at Pharos's back as if he were looking at a clown.

This area was shrouded in thick fog, and wherever the fog covered, it became its hunting ground.

Upon reaching the corridor, Pharos discovered a serious problem: the corridors on this floor seemed to have no end, with a balcony every three rooms, and then another three rooms after that balcony.

"Holy crap, we're stuck in a maze!"

This was the first time since he transmigrated that he couldn't help but utter a line from a traditional Chinese classic.

The giant bowed and walked out of the room, while Pharos turned and emptied the bullets from his revolver.

The bullets bounced off like they hit a steel plate, sparking.

At this moment, Miss Raven seemed to have a mental block, stammering for a long time without being able to say anything: "F...Faros...Run, don't stop!"

"Run? How can we run?" Despair welled up in Pharos's eyes.

Then he frowned, looked at Miss Crow, and then at the balcony.

and many more!

Seeing the mangled bodies scattered all over the ground, Pharos suddenly realized something and began to have a vague guess.

He was merely isolated from his surroundings, not dragged into a separate space; this was still the villa.

Otherwise, the giant's only target would be himself; there would be no need to kill so many people.

Since they are only isolated, does that mean that if they make a big enough commotion, they can be saved?

In his desperate situation, Pharos finally came up with a glimmer of hope, a unique way of calling for help that only he could do.

"Miss Raven! Panel!"

he shouted.

Miss Crow didn't understand, but she did as she was told.

The moment the black and white feathers were touched, the panel appeared.

Available skill points: 1

[Spirit: Reason 1; Spirit 0; Soul 10]

[Intelligence: Language 2; Knowledge 1; Skills 0]

[Body: Strength 2; Agility 0; Charisma 1]

[Prayer: Element 0; Prayer 0; Response 0]

Without time to hesitate, Pharos put his last skill point into "Prayer".