Gacha games can't save this bizarre world.

It was already late at night, and a full 24 hours had passed since Nanayasaki was sucked away.

Everyone offered her water and food, and Zhao Hao even took out the Eternal Magic Bottle to give her some to drink and recover.

"Everyone's here?" Nanaya Saki leaned back in her chair and breathed a sigh of relief.

"What exactly happened? How did you get targeted?" the fat man asked anxiously.

Nanaya Saki frowned slightly, tucked a stray hair behind her ear, and shook her head hesitantly: "I don't know, I don't know why I was suddenly chosen. These past few days I've just been attending classes and reading books at school, and haven't come into contact with anything related to the supernatural..."

Zhao Hao took out his phone. "Let me ask how Brother Wally is doing?"

When I called, Brother Wali answered quickly, "Hello, Zhao Hao?" His voice sounded normal and he seemed to be in good condition.

"Hey bro, we're in Nanayasaki, are you alright?"

"It's nothing, just bad luck. Carrie's with me, she already told me..."

A group of people chatted on the phone for a long time, until the phone was almost out of battery, before Zhao Hao finally hung up.

He looked at everyone and said, "It seems this incident was completely random. It dragged both Brother WALL-E and Seven Nights into it at once; it's a very low-probability event..."

After resting for a while, Nanaya Saki recovered her energy, mainly due to the power of the Eternal Magic Bottle.

She began to tell everyone what had happened.

Suddenly enveloped in psychic energy, she had no time to do anything; she wrote a note and then disappeared.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a large Baroque-style mansion, with six other people around him.

Although only 24 hours had passed in the real world, they had spent three whole days and three nights in that mansion.

There was no way to leave that house; the doors and windows were all sealed shut, and there was no way to escape by any means. And on the first night, someone knocked on the door…it was a werewolf!

Logically speaking, with my brother's strength, he could easily defeat a dozen or twenty werewolves. However, in that house, my brother's psionic level was suppressed to Iron 5, while that werewolf was only Bronze 1.

Most importantly, the werewolf was on its home turf. It could often find its way into the mansion through strange places and then attack the seven people. It would only kill one person at most each time, and if it failed, it would run away and come back another time.

They barely slept for the past three days.

None of the four ordinary people survived to the end, and on the evening of the third day, the older brother managed to severely injure the werewolf.

Although werewolves recover quickly from each injury, according to their analysis, the more severe the injury, the later the werewolf will appear.

The three of them managed to hold out until the early hours of the fourth day, after which they were released.

Nanaya Saki pulled up her sleeve, showing everyone a small lamb-like mark on her snow-white wrist.

"This is a key to a strange realm..."

The fat man yelled from the side, "Is this not over yet?"

Gou Quan couldn't help but touch the bullet hanging around his neck: Damn it, my business isn't over yet!

……

The experiences of Nanaya Saki and Wally taught everyone a lesson.

It's no longer something you can avoid by trying your best; now it's all about luck. If you're the one chosen, then it's your turn.

Even Nanaya Saki stopped being a lazy bum and started collecting negative emotions with Zhao Hao to restore her damaged spirit.

March 1st, Lantern Festival. Zhao Hao received a Hearthstone card as a sign-in reward.

Many people should know about this; it's the item that allows you to "return home" in World of Warcraft. It's like a location-bound teleportation spell.

This is a Bronze 2-star item. Although it can only be used once a week, the high privileges of the Bronze level make it very valuable.

If Zhao Hao is sucked into the Seven Little Goats' mansion, he can return via Hearthstone.

Just to be on the safe side, Zhao Hao locked his Hearthstone in his dream-like bamboo house. It's safe there; he won't be camped there.

During the spring break from March 4th to 21st, Zhao Hao planned to take Elena to the Underworld for a few days to find some good stuff.

However, something bad happened that day; Mr. Adams was attacked and hospitalized.

Fortunately, Zhao Hao had given him a paper talisman because he was worried about the current chaotic state of the world.

Mr. Adams was very interested in this exotic and mysterious thing, so he always carried it in his wallet.

Because the amulet's psionic barrier blocked the attack, he was able to be hospitalized instead of getting his head smashed open with a baseball bat.

My future father-in-law was attacked! That's unacceptable!

Investigate! Investigate thoroughly!

Before Zhao Hao could even have Wangcai track down the murderer, Mr. Adams had already found a clue himself.

"A rare book that I received just two days ago has been stolen!"

Mr. Adams, an auctioneer with a dream, was quite the collector. He often tried his hand at finding bargains, and although he didn't make a fortune, he still amassed a considerable amount of small profits.

This rare ancient book was purchased from a bookseller from Europe. It is a treasure from two hundred years ago, and it is said that there are only nine copies in the world!

"The Ninth Gate" is a story about a believer wavering between faith in heaven and hell. The story doesn't have a proper ending and is considered somewhat abrupt. However, the book's cover, layout, printing, and illustrations are all exquisite, making it a valuable collector's item.

Mr. Adams’s collection room was ransacked, but only that one book was missing, which shows that the other party had a clear purpose.

Suddenly, Zhao Hao had a flash of inspiration and sensed and observed the bookshelf where he had previously stored the books.

There were no psionic fluctuations or traces, which should be normal... yeah right!

The absence of psionic fluctuations would be abnormal.

A rare ancient book from over two hundred years ago, about beliefs in heaven and hell, and a mysterious person attacking the book's owner in order to seize it... It would be strange if there wasn't something fishy going on here!

However, the book showed no signs of psionic energy, which was strange.

While sensing psionic fluctuations is the best way to identify extraordinary individuals and things, and it works in most cases, it doesn't work in a few situations.

This includes situations concerning demons in hell.

A superhuman like Zhao Hao, with his exceptionally high level of perception and delicate control over spiritual energy, is able to conceal the fluctuations of spiritual energy.

If you don't use your psychic energy, others won't be able to sense any psychic energy fluctuations.

The reason why the devils were able to play a game of cat and mouse with the influential Vatican in both the real and the real worlds was because they had mastered the ability to secretly manipulate psychic energy fluctuations.

In reality, when dealing with events related to Hell, psychic energy fluctuations are mostly unreliable. Sometimes, they can even be misleading. The devils are incredibly cunning!

The reason why demons can run rampant in the surface world is because they are extremely difficult to detect.

Sometimes you know perfectly well that someone in a group of people has been bewitched or possessed by a demon, but you can't tell. You can only rely on daily observation and experience to make a judgment.

This judgment led to the witch hunt, where women suspected of being witches were thrown into the water; those that floated to the surface were the devils, and those that didn't weren't.

During that period, the lower and middle classes of the Papacy were most severely invaded by the forces of hell, almost destroying the Papacy's popular base.

"So, this book is about hell?!"

Anything involving hell is no small matter, because both Satanism and the devil are the most capable of causing trouble.

On a small scale, it could mean the downfall of a small town; on a large scale, it could mean the sudden appearance of multiple entities.

Although Heaven and Hell are both other worlds, they are not far from this world, so both devils and angels can always find a way to get here.

Especially recently, even the Lord of the Flies' avatar successfully descended into the real world. In response, it's rumored that the Holy See has begun preparing for the descent of angels—of course, this is just hearsay…

In these kinds of situations, Zhao Hao always uses leverage against Colt.

Although Zhao Hao felt sorry for him because he didn't have much hair left, it was his duty. It was better for him to lose hair than for him to lose his own! Better to lose yours than mine!

Upon hearing this, Colt thought, "The Satanists are up to something again?" His last remaining hair stood on end!

Last time the Fly King came, how much trouble did he suffer?

Even now, some people in Europe say that America should be held responsible because the Lord of the Flies descended upon this land.

However, Amei was stubborn and completely disregarded what her former employer, Fang, had said.

The Liberty City branch quickly formed a special task force, led by Zhao Hao, consisting of two superhumans and three teams of black-clad special agents, to investigate the matter.

With official involvement, things became much easier, and news came out quickly.

First is "The Ninth Gate." There are indeed only nine copies in the world, but there must be at least nine.

In other words, even if one or two copies are destroyed, one or two more will appear elsewhere. This must be an extraordinary method!

Moreover, three of them are currently in America. One is in Los Santos on the West Coast, where it is being fought over by several local superhumans. It is said that they fought over it in broad daylight, right in front of ordinary people, and the local Bureau of Mysteries has already issued a warrant for its arrest.

Two more are on the East Coast, and they're right in Liberty City!

One of the books was bought by Mr. Adams, but it was snatched away before he could even enjoy it.

The other one seems to be circulating among antique dealers on the black market.

The antique black market is very complicated. Zhao Hao had purchased goods from Uncle Tie many times, and each time the location and the people involved were different, making it very mysterious.

So much so that even the person who had been collecting "The Ninth Gate" couldn't find the exact book.

"It seems the key lies in this book. Keep an eye on it, and we'll find the mastermind behind it all!"

The Liberty City Antique Black Market alone has a monthly turnover of several hundred million, with antiques from all over the world changing hands here. That's an enormous profit.

To ensure that these interests are not harmed, the various rules and unspoken rules in the black market are very secretive and secure.

Don't even mention the group that stole the book; even the secret service agents can't find the last book anywhere for the time being.

Zhao Hao was too lazy to wait, so he asked Sylvia to draw it for him.

"So, this is the painting. Is this the book you've been looking for?" Sylvia handed the oil painting to Zhao Hao and leaned in to look at it together.

Zhao Hao didn't care that Sylvia was bumping his head against him; he just felt that this scene seemed so familiar.

Although it's just a shelf and half a counter, the arrangement and style...

"Holy crap! Uncle Iron's warehouse!"

Zhao Hao exclaimed in surprise, "No wonder it looks familiar! I've been wiping the shelves for months, how could I not recognize it?"

If the antiques displayed there hadn't been changed several times, I would have recognized them at a glance.

"I have something important to do, I'm leaving now!" Zhao Hao dashed off in a flash.

Sylvia reached out but couldn't stop him: "Huh? He ran away, damn it!"

Upon arriving at the antique shop, Zhao Hao first greeted Uncle Tie, and then subtly inquired about the book.

"Oh, you mean this! It seems to be something the devils of hell are up to..."