The Assassin-Type Player

["Alright, I'll wait for you there with the items. Don't be late."]

Bean agreed.

The other party needed weapons, while Leonard needed batteries and matches, both had something the other wanted.

Leonard sincerely hoped the deal would go smoothly without any surprises.

He finished repairing the door and organized his items. Keeping what should stay, and packing what should go.

The dorm served as a storage space; all the materials he brought back were stockpiled there.

The bedside table inside was too small. He thought it'd be great if he could make a larger chest someday.

Leonard left his room and first headed to Room 838 across the hall.

Rebecca had urgently called him back earlier and deserved credit for it.

Leonard was fair with rewards and punishments. Before leaving, he gave her materials needed to upgrade her door to Level 3.

It was a fitting reward for Rebecca.

He quickly headed upstairs via Stairwell No. 2.

Each floor in the building was huge, with staircases on both ends marked as No.1 and No.2.

Leonard reached the staircase on the 10th floor.

As he climbed further, he suddenly stopped.

Blood was trickling down the stairs!

Frowning, Leonard raised his shield and proceeded cautiously upward.

He arrived on the 11th floor.

There, on the ground, lay a fresh corpse. Its throat slit, blood gushing out.

The body's eyes were wide open, frozen in pain at the moment of death.

The killer was still there.

Standing over the corpse, his face wrapped in rags, with long hair and a short, stocky build. A lean man gripping a bloodied dagger, a cloth bag slung on his back.

Leonard had just killed someone earlier himself and wasn't shaken by the scene. He simply frowned at the assassin.

Their eyes locked, and the tension surged.

Leonard opened the player chat group and checked the list.

The player named Bean had gone offline. His avatar turned black.

That confirmed the body was Bean.

They were supposed to meet here for the trade, but the other party had "left early."

Looking at the killer, Leonard blurted out, "Are you Purple Shadow?"

The man's eyes darkened, and he gave a slight nod.

It wasn't hard to guess.

Someone had been hunting players all day, killing many.

Purple Shadow was ranked third, just behind Max.

So where did all that experience come from?

Answer is by killing!

It all added up.

Purple Shadow was clearly a "killer-type player", one who specialized in hunting others.

"I had a deal with that guy, to trade for his batteries and matches. Now you've killed him. What do you suggest we do?" Leonard demanded.

"I just searched him and found those exact items,"

Purple Shadow replied, pulling the batteries and matches from his bag and tossing them to Leonard.

Leonard caught them one by one and stored them in his dimensional backpack.

That the killer handed them over voluntarily was "decent," slightly changing Leonard's view of him.

As for murder and looting, as long as Purple Shadow didn't cause him trouble, Leonard wouldn't interfere.

"I gave you the items. Can I go now?" Purple Shadow asked grimly.

"Yes. Go ahead,"

Leonard replied cheerfully, now that he got what he wanted.

Purple Shadow backed away and ran down the corridor on the 11th floor.

Leonard was still thinking about the gun and didn't want to waste time. He quickly went up to the 13th floor.

He tried to go further but was blocked by a heavy iron door. He couldn't get through!

"The gun's on the 14th floor, but this path is sealed!"

Leonard was furious.

Later in the management group, someone mockingly mentioned the issue.

Apparently, the 14th floor wouldn't open until the morning of Day 4, it wouldn't be accessible today.

Leonard had made the trip in vain. He'd have to return tomorrow.

"There are only four days in the 'Night of Terror' game. You have to get the gun on the final day to fight the boss!"

Leonard felt a chill.

Only with a powerful weapon like the gun would he have the confidence to challenge the boss.

Without it, it was safer to just survive until the game ended.

There was still time before nightfall.

Leonard didn't want to waste it and decided to go gather supplies.

He also planned to use the time to upgrade his dorm.

He had long possessed the blueprint for a Level 2 dorm but hadn't had the chance to upgrade.

The main material needed was stone.

Stone could be obtained simply by smashing walls.

Leonard used the hammer side of his fire axe to break down walls. After some effort, he collected five units of stone.

Back in the dorm, he immediately got to work.

[Required materials for upgrade: Stone ×5, Wood ×5, Metal ×2.]

[Upgrade conditions met. Proceed with upgrade?]

[Yes √]

A progress bar appeared.

Leonard turned into a one-man construction crew, hammering everywhere with his fire axe. Dust flew, and the entire dorm trembled.

[Dorm upgrade successful.]

Room Number: 815

Level: 2

Area: 18 square meters

Door Durability: 65/65

Wall Durability: 150/150

Facilities: Door, Single Bed, Bedside Table, Reinforced Window

—

After the upgrade, the dorm felt much more spacious.

Though it only added 8 square meters, the difference was striking.

What once felt cramped now felt roomier.

Bigger space and thicker walls, clear benefits of upgrading.

With more space, Leonard could now store more items.

Maybe even set up some additional facilities.

He opened the door and looked around outside.

From the corridor, the layout appeared unchanged.

The spacing between doors remained the same.

He opened a neighboring room and compared it multiple times.

"Incredible. The external space didn't change, only the interior expanded!"

Leonard marveled.

It seemed entirely possible to eventually upgrade to a massive private suite of his own.

"Congratulations, everyone. You've entered a new night."

"Zombies are test subjects, and so are you."

"Survive. The one who reaches me in the end shall receive eternal life!"

A loudspeaker echoed through the corridor.

It signaled the beginning of the third night of the game!

—

Tonight, Leonard stuck to his usual tactic, opening the door and taking the initiative.

Zombies gave better rewards at night, making it worth the risk.

He waited with his weapon for them to arrive.

But he waited and waited, and none came to his floor.

Leonard was puzzled.

"What's going on? Where are my zombies? Could those bastards really be generous enough to skip spawning them tonight?"

He grew suspicious and started heading downstairs from the 8th floor.

Along the way, he encountered several players armed and ready.

They were the bold, desperate kind.

Leonard ignored them, he was focused on finding zombies.

It shouldn't have been this quiet tonight.

Someone posted in the player chat group:

[Guys, I'm on the first floor. There's a lot of noise coming from downstairs. Something's not right!]