No Tomorrow for Monsters

Luo Chen walked down the quiet hotel corridor, the golden glow of wall sconces reflecting faintly off the marble floor. In his hand was a room keycard—Room 7077. He murmured to himself, "Room 7077…" as he reached the door.

Just as he was about to insert the card, a muffled voice came from inside.

"No, Director Peng! Don't do this… Can't I just quit?!"

Luo Chen's brows furrowed slightly. Someone's in my room?

Before he could knock, another voice—this one male, greasy, domineering—sneered through the door.

"Quit? Don't pretend. I've slept with a dozen girls like you. Don't try and put on a show for me!"

Luo Chen's eyes narrowed. With a click, he slid the keycard through and pushed the door open.

Inside the room, chaos had already unfolded.

A balding, overweight man in his fifties—his shirt half-open, belt unbuckled—stood before a young woman who looked no older than twenty-one. Her hair was a rare, striking light blue, and her sky-colored eyes shimmered with restrained tears. She was backed into the corner, fear etched across her face.

"Director Peng," she said, voice trembling, "even if you let the entire industry blacklist me… I won't do it!"

The man—Director Peng—grinned salaciously as he stepped toward her, reeking of power and perversion.

"Tsk tsk… I really underestimated you. Still so stubborn? Listen here, I picked you tonight because I see potential in you. Do you know how many people would kill to be in your place? You think you're above all this?"

He reached out toward her.

But then—

Click.

The door swung fully open.

Peng froze mid-motion.

At the threshold stood Luo Chen, hands casually in his pockets, his gaze icy and unreadable. He didn't speak, didn't move—just stared at the scene before him like a silent reaper.

The room's atmosphere changed instantly.

Director Peng slowly turned his head, a bead of sweat forming on his forehead.

"Who… who the hell are you?"

Luo Chen didn't answer.

Instead, he took a step forward, the door closing behind him with a soft, ominous click.

Director Peng's face twisted in anger the moment he registered Luo Chen's presence. Yanking his belt back through the loops of his pants, he stormed forward, his voice venomous.

"Damn it, how the hell did a stray dog get in here?" he snarled. "Dare to spoil my fun?"

He pulled up his trousers sloppily, marching toward Luo Chen like a puffed-up rooster. His hand reached for Luo Chen's collar, arrogance dripping from every step.

"Who the fuck let you in here? Do you even know who I am?"

Luo Chen didn't flinch. His cold eyes remained fixed on the director with a chilling stillness. Without answering, he simply walked past Director Peng like he was invisible, the aura around him as calm and vast as a frozen ocean.

Director Peng stiffened.

"Y-You—" he stammered in disbelief, watching Luo Chen sit down leisurely on the leather couch, as if he owned the place. His movements were slow, almost elegant, the weight of indifference in every gesture.

Luo Chen pulled out a slim cigarette, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and took a long drag. Smoke curled around his face like mist, veiling the smirk in his eyes.

Director Peng's face darkened with humiliation.

"Oh… Little bastard," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. "You've got guts, I'll give you that." He pointed a trembling finger. "But do you have any idea who I am?! I'll give you one chance. One! Get the fuck out of here now… or I'll have someone come up here and kill you!"

Behind him, the young woman's face paled even further. Eyes wide, she subtly waved her hand toward Luo Chen in panic, whispering:

"You… you should leave. Quickly, run. This man—he's not someone you can provoke!"

But Luo Chen didn't even glance at her.

The director, his frustration boiling over, sneered at the young lady in front of him. "You didn't hear what I said, did you?"

Irritation surged through him as he grabbed a beer bottle, his grip tightening. "Well, since you're looking for death, I'll give you what you want!"

The young lady, panicked, ran towards him, grabbing his hand, her voice desperate. "Don't!"

But the director's grip on the bottle faltered. Stunned, he stared at her. The words barely left his lips when he shoved her away in a fit of rage. She was sent crashing backward, her head slamming against the corner of a table. The room went silent as she slumped unconscious.

"Dammit, this bitch..." the director muttered under his breath, clearly furious.

Luo Chen, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, suddenly stood up, his gaze dark and unyielding. In an instant, his hand shot forward, his fingers wrapping tightly around the director's neck, lifting him off the ground effortlessly.

The director gasped, panic flickering in his eyes. "You... You want to die, don't you?" he stammered, his voice shaking. "I'm warning you—let me go, or you'll spend the rest of your life in jail!"

Luo Chen's eyes remained fixed on him, cold and lifeless, as if he was looking right through him. The director, despite his bravado, felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Put me down, damn it!" the director pleaded, his fear palpable. "What the hell do you want? If you dare to touch me today, I swear I'll find someone to kill you tomorrow—"

Luo Chen didn't flinch. With a subtle flick of his wrist, his spiritual energy surged around him. A brilliant flame erupted from his hand, engulfing the director. The fire consumed him in seconds, turning his body into nothing more than ash.

Luo Chen's gaze never wavered. The coldness in his eyes remained as he stood, his presence chilling the air around him.

As the flames vanished into the air, Luo Chen exhaled slowly. His voice, low and emotionless, cut through the smoky silence.

"There's no such thing as tomorrow…"

He muttered to himself, almost like a whisper, "I need to control my strength… or I'll end up burning down the whole house."

Behind him, the young woman still lay unconscious on the cold floor. He glanced at her, brows furrowed.

"What a pain in the ass…" he sighed.

A faint sound caught his attention.

"Uh-huh…"

The girl stirred. Her eyes blinked open slowly, confusion swimming in them. She gasped as she found herself in a bathtub, covered modestly, her head still spinning. On the other side of the door, Luo Chen stood silently, leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his fingers, watching the smoke curl into the air.

"Ah—!!" she screamed suddenly, panic rising.

Luo Chen's expression twitched in irritation. "Shut up."

The girl froze. Then, peering cautiously around, she asked with disbelief, "How is it… you? Where's Director Peng Wu?"

Still facing away from her, Luo Chen took another drag from his cigarette. "No need to worry about him. Anyway, once the drug wears off, get out of here. Immediately."

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "D-Drug? What drug effect?"

Luo Chen's tone remained calm, matter-of-fact. "You've been drugged. Stay in there for 25 minutes. After that, you'll be fine."

Shock overtook her expression. "What?!"

He added with a sigh, not turning around. "Just don't come whining to me later."

Then his voice dropped slightly, with a cold edge. "If you're so eager, come and climb on my bed."

She gasped again, this time in a mix of outrage and confusion. Turning her head and covering her face with her hands, she muttered under her breath, both embarrassed and irritated, "W-What kind of attitude is that…?"

Outside the bathroom, Luo Chen didn't react. He simply exhaled another cloud of smoke