Free Web NovelChapter 46: Chapter 46: How About Catching a Human?
"My son’s almost home." Blood Slaughter could feel the approaching presence, his whole body trembling with excitement.
He could sense the location of the bracelet and right now, it was hurrying back toward their home.
As usual, he’d spent the day hunting in the dungeon, caught a few humans, and returned someone else’s prey.
He found it pretty strange—letting a human go with barely a shred of hunting instinct left.
He hadn’t even considered whether the human would escape and never return. Or, after that human gave him a gift with such sincere eyes, Blood Slaughter felt like it wouldn’t matter even if they left for good.
Inside the detached villa, he poured his heart into cooking a meal.
"Is he almost back?" Blood Nurse looked up and asked joyfully; before this, she’d been cleaning the house nonstop.
"Yeah, almost—should be about half an hour left." Blood Slaughter calculated the bracelet’s speed.
Too bad without any players present, the viewers couldn’t check the supernatural entities’ activity.
If only they could see what was happening inside the villa—the shock would be off the charts!
Right now, Blood Slaughter was frowning at the food in his hand. The table was no longer loaded with blood-soaked, sticky meat—instead, it was packed with instant foods, nobody knew where he’d found them.
Much of the gore had been cleaned out of the room, except for some old grime—way cleaner than before!
Besides all sorts of compressed biscuits on the table, there were also instant hotpot-style foods.
He stared at the packaging, clueless about the cooking directions written on them.
Just add water? That’s it?
Humans have leveled up way too fast?!
But why did some don’t even have cooking steps or production dates? No shelf-life?
If he didn’t know humans ate these themselves and they weren’t dangerous, he honestly would’ve doubted life itself facing all these sketchy, label-less products!
Bringing food was totally normal for humans. After all, going three days without eating or drinking—even if they found the exit, they’d probably be too weak to make it through.
If humans wanted to bring items into the dungeon, all they had to do was touch anything movable with both hands when entering. It’d automatically come in with them.
So a lot of humans would prepare a huge suitcase packed full of whatever they needed.
Once inside, they’d just stash their food randomly. No need to hide it carefully, since everyone knew the supernatural entities weren’t interested in that stuff.
Some even figured this would be their last meal in the dungeon and would bring some treats within their means.
No fancy seafood feasts, no top-tier ingredients—because in the dungeon’s weird temperature, it’s easy for those foods to go bad.
Most people brought tasty, easy-to-prepare instant food.
The rich would have custom-made, simple-to-eat foods specially tailored for dungeon entry.
Blood Slaughter’s table was now stacked with all sorts of stuff: some instant hotpots bought from regular supermarkets, labeled with cooking instructions and shelf-life;
but the rich folks’ custom instant meals had no instructions at all—because for humans, cooking those was basically common sense.
"There shouldn’t be anything spoiled, but I don’t know which one tastes good! How about you try some and see which one’s better?" Blood Slaughter fussed with the food on the table, staring at it with utter confusion. This is the supernatural’s whole misunderstanding about human food.
They had no idea which things were good, which weren’t.
And they couldn’t tell if what they found tasty would actually suit human tastes.
"Me?" Blood Nurse was so amused by him she almost laughed herself to death. "I’m not human! How would I know what any of this is?"
"So what do we do?" Blood Slaughter looked at the table, completely lost.
For the ones with no labeling, he didn’t even know how to process them.
"Maybe... grab a human?" Blood Nurse suggested tentatively.
"Alright, half an hour left, hurry up or my son’ll be back any second now." Blood Slaughter rapped his own forehead. Humans were seriously too complicated.
Blood Nurse quickly headed out—the scene where they interrogated a human would look brutal, and she definitely didn’t want her son to witness that.
When the exit appeared, some humans made a desperate dash towards it—others returned to the spot where they’d hidden their food.
Alongside Dungeon No.9, there were several SSS-class dungeons, with exposed escape points—some exits almost flaunted themselves. Yet, few Survivors ever managed to escape through them.
The supernatural entities guarding the exits weren’t something ordinary people could handle.
Would surviving mean just walking through?
Not necessarily.
Even so!
They had to try! After all, it was their chance at escape.
But before chasing hope, lots of humans wanted to properly eat their last meal.
In the live feeds, viewers saw countless people return to their stashed food spots, muttering about it being their last meal.
Humans have always had a tradition of savoring their final meal—even in prison before execution, the last feast might not be lavish, but it was at least decent.
[Never realized we’d hit the finals without noticing.]
[Used to laugh at people who brought gourmet food into the dungeon, but honestly, I packed my own stuff too.]
[Judge others, empathize with others, become others!]
[If I had money I’d do it right—my last meal, I’d have something good. But sadly, all I’ve got is a pricier instant hotpot.]
[Rich folks get custom meals. While I’m eating rehydrated tripe hotpot, the wealthy are feasting on instant seafood abalone.]
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Viewers kept sighing—before the dungeons arrived, no one thought someday they’d get a chance to prep their own last meal.
After two days, out of 300+ Survivors, only about fifty were still alive.
These fifty were the final elites, most with dungeon tools they’d traded for earlier.
"What the hell—where’s my food?!" Someone returned to the spot they’d left their meal. He’d casually picked a shady place, marked it, and stashed the food there.
The mark was still there, but the food had disappeared.
"Fuck, who stole my meal?! Last meal and you couldn’t prepare your own?!"
"Shit!"
"Someone stole mine, I’ll steal yours too!"
Shouts and curses erupted across countless live feeds, as people realized their stockpiled food had vanished.
They’d planned to swipe others’, but couldn’t find anyone else’s stash, or found nothing left when they did.
Even viewers watching the streams were indignant—immersion went through the roof. This was worse than having your takeout stolen!
[Dude, for real! Who’s the asshole in Dungeon No.9 stealing everyone’s food?]
[Watched tons of streams—didn’t see a single Survivor stealing food!]
[Supernatural entities don’t eat human food, so if it wasn’t Survivors, who else could it be?]
[Watching Survivors escape doesn’t affect me, but seeing their food stolen? That seriously pisses me off!]
