Chapter 8: The White Gate

The bloodstained parting words embedded in the deep crimson resentment granted Wu Chang an increase of one point each in Life, Endurance, and Willpower attributes, and two points in Inspiration. A total enhancement of five attribute points—equivalent to leveling up by one.

Beyond the attribute boost, an even more valuable item dropped.

From the deep crimson resentment erupted a palm-sized medicine box, featuring six compartments for pills. Half had been used by the resentment’s owner; three pale blue pills remained.

"Item Name: Whisper of the Nameless."

"Item Type: Consumable."

"Item Grade: C."

"Description: Upon use, grants the 'Forced Understanding' status. While under this status, regardless of circumstances, the user's willpower will never drop to zero and will not suffer damage due to low willpower. Duration: one minute."

"Note: Mysterious whispers fill my ears. Wonderful. I gradually comprehend everything."

Wu Chang examined one pill closely. It trembled faintly, causing ripples to form on its smooth surface. Quietly sensing it, he felt it contained something inside—not a motor like those in small toys, but some elusive sound.

He carefully returned the blue pill to his personal space.

From the bloodstains on the bus and the patients in the Moonlight Sanatorium, it was clear that willpower could be understood as another kind of health bar. Should willpower fall below a safe threshold, madness ensues; if it collapses to zero, one becomes a living dead.

Maintaining willpower above zero was an extremely effective means of survival.

Though he was a rookie just entering the game, he could guess that in a merciless abyssal game with no room for error, survival consumables were as precious as items of the same grade.

The deep crimson resentment had generously given three!

Such generosity!

Yet even more generous was Jinton, the dominant figure of the sanatorium, who had just showered him with a wave of gold coins.

Not only did he deliver two bloodstained parting words at once, but also dropped several quest items.

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“Brother Jinton, you’ve been too modest—you should be called the Treasury.”

Beneath the bed lay an iron box containing the white key demanded by the bloodstained parting words, a dozen small indistinct items, a pure gold pocket watch, and a black key that stood out conspicuously.

Wu Chang had seen this black key on Julie. She had said during the day that the sanatorium’s basement and fourth floor were forbidden zones for ordinary patients, and this black key opened the door to one of those areas.

The fourth floor was the staff’s rest area, accessible only to medical personnel.

The basement was the intensive care ward; generally, patients could only be brought in, not enter on their own.

The white key desired by the deep crimson resentment corresponded to a concealed white door in the basement, so it was unsurprising that the black key opened the basement itself.

With the Walker’s Amulet, what had been a perilous night became freer to navigate than the daytime.

With dawn still far off, Wu Chang headed straight to the sanatorium’s basement.

The Moonlight Sanatorium seemed not to equip its staff with Walker’s Amulets; the place was eerily empty at night, without even a single night nurse on patrol.

This made his movements smooth and easy as he descended to the first basement level, passed several isolated iron gates, and used the black key to open the door to the underground area.

Upon entering the basement, a pungent stench immediately assaulted his senses.

The smell was complex and indescribable, like rotting, moldy raw meat thrown into a bin filled with vomit and kitchen refuse, then left to ferment under the sun for three days and nights.

Just a whiff made Wu Chang dizzy; he stumbled back to the first basement level, donned a heavy medical mask, and only then dared return below.

The basement’s first floor was arranged similarly to the upper wards, with identical corridors and room layouts. The only difference was the iron doors were thicker and could only be opened from the outside.

Peering through the door’s iron bars, he saw the patients in the intensive care ward were restrained on beds equipped with pulleys, wrapped in layers of leather straitjackets bound further by iron chains.

Despite this, they struggled incessantly, trying to break free from their shackles.

Some even succeeded.

In the third intensive care room, the patient’s straitjacket was torn over a fist-sized hole on the side.

At first, Wu Chang thought the patient had scratched through from inside with their nails, but closer inspection revealed that the “fingers” protruding from the tear were skinless, bloody tentacles.

They were biting each other with small mouths at their tips, using the exuded blood to corrode the leather straitjacket.

Frowning deeply outside the room, Wu Chang wondered if this was truly just a symptom of delusional disorder.

Deeper still in the intensive care ward lay the mortuary.

Patients who died from delusional disorder were stored there, kept restrained and chained to the walls on either side, awaiting burial in the town cemetery once all was over.

Following the visions glimpsed in the resentment, Wu Chang found a secret passage at the end of the basement first floor. Beyond it stood the pure white iron door that had appeared in the deep crimson resentment.

Looking at the white door before him, he recalled the deep crimson resentment he had seen on Jinton.

This time, its owner was stronger than the Mage and the Gambler, in both raw power and dungeon-clearing efficiency.

Whether due to overwhelming strength or some other special reason, this deep crimson resentment contained many segments of information—far more than others.

The owner was a doctor who, not long after starting, had passed the sanatorium’s internal exam with superior skill and donned a white coat.

Moreover, he could move about the sanatorium at night without the Walker’s Amulet.

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