Chapter 103 - Freeloaders Spark Joy
Open menu
This site requires javascript to function.

Underworld Player Chapter 103 - Freeloaders Spark Joy

"The rooftop?"

In a certain room on the sixth floor of the orphanage, all the Players, except for Temperance Gentleheart, reacted with surprise at Bai Zhi's announcement.

"Hmm? That's right." Bai Zhi nodded. "The only place that the survivors we're supposed to rescue could be is the rooftop."

He took another bite of the box of takeout food in his hands.

"Didn't you guys notice? Instead of a door to the roof, there's a steep stairway that goes straight up into the ceiling—an obvious clue, I should think."

"How do you know they're not elsewhere?" said Iron Blood with a frown. "There must be plenty of places we haven't searched in this building."

"...It's the sun, isn't it?"

Traveler took off his glasses and buffed them with his sleeve, sighing.

"When the sky is dark, the building is so overrun by monsters that even we Players, with our superhuman abilities, have to be careful to hide, so there's no way normal people could survive inside the building."

"But something like that could happen, right?" Daoloth could not help chiming in from the bed. "Maybe they figured out where and how to stay hidden, or there could be a room on one of the floors that works as a sanctuary... Like, like the orphanage director's room, or—"

Bai Zhi interrupted her with a click of his tongue. "Well, that room is on this floor, and likely was a man-eating room for the most part... Whaddayaknow, this is the director's room! There's no use looking for 'sanctuaries' or whatever. If we waste time on that pipe dream and one of us winds up dead, we'll be on step closer to another reload, then—"

Suddenly, Bai Zhi stood up and looked out the window with a grave expression, then inhaled sharply.

At the sight of Bai Zhi's sudden movements, the other Players tensed up and immediately hurried to find cover.

"What's the matter? Is a supernatural entity coming for us?" asked Traveler in a fierce whisper, from his hiding place behind a half-eaten couch.

"Oh, nah, I've been sitting too long, legs fell asleep. I needed to stretch them."

The par

We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.

Novel Notes

This chapter was made possible in part through the support of my Patrons, olivertwisted, Bob Oakley, KoonSquad_Doge, PikaPower, Kenny Calderon, and Radical Dragon. Thank you!

Becoming a Patron allows readers to read ahead without using tokens. Click here to learn more.