Chapter 1 The Non-Existent Hardcover Book
In a small dark room.
More than a dozen children slept on a large bunk bed.
They were all boys about twelve or thirteen years old.
They curled up together and slept unrestfully, not even daring to put their hands out of the quilt.
"laugh!"
The candle on the left wall suddenly lit up.
The boy sleeping on the far left was dazzled by the candlelight. He curled up in his quilt and kicked the boy on his right.
The boy on the right was kicked, so he kicked the boy on the right in a daze.
They kicked one boy after another, and finally kicked the boy on the far right against the wall.
“Hmm…”
Thor groaned softly, rubbed his aching knee, climbed up drowsily, and was stunned for a moment to wake himself up.
"Hurry up...if you're late the wizard will turn you into fertilizer for the flowers." The boy next to him reminded him in a whisper.
Thor pressed the old wound on his forehead. The slight pain made him sober up, and his movements finally became smoother.
He quickly climbed out of bed, put on the servant's clothes hanging on the wall, pushed open the door of the hut and walked out.
Outside the door was a long curved corridor with a door every few meters on both sides of the corridor. There was a lit candlestick on each side of the door, using their faint yellow light to try to dispel the coldness in the corridor.
Thor looked over his left shoulder in the candlelight.
There was a hardcover book no bigger than a palm floating there.
"Hasn't it disappeared yet? Maybe it wasn't just my imagination."
Ever since he came here a few days ago, the book has been floating on Thor's left shoulder.
It can be seen but not touched, and cannot be seen by others.
Thor called the system and begged for the chip, but received no response. In the end, he could only attribute it to an illusion caused by his head injury.
But the hallucinations shouldn't last for so many days.
Whether it was an illusion or not, Thor had his own things to do and didn't have time to study it all the time.
Where he was was a wizard tower.
Since traveling through time, Thor has never walked out of this tower.
Moreover, as a servant here, he had to get up at around four in the morning every day to mop the floors of the corridors from the eleventh to the thirteenth floors. There could not be any obvious stains or garbage left on them, otherwise they would be chopped up and used as fertilizer for the flowers.
The work of cleaning the corridor must be completed before the candlelight turns from dim yellow to bright white flame, otherwise, if you run into a wizard apprentice going out, you might be caught and used for experiments.
Those wizard apprentices all looked weird, had very bad tempers and were very impatient, as if they were being chased by the god of death every day.
Thor's predecessor was killed by a wizard apprentice who hit him with a book. The body was thrown into the utility room and was almost disposed of as garbage.
When he crawled out of the utility room with blood all over his face, even the housekeeper almost thought it was haunted.
After confirming that he was not dead, the butler immediately assigned him a job. Thor was sent to work without even having time to heal his wounds.
Until today.
After the memories ended, Thor first went to the utility room next to the large bunk bed room to get a mop, a bucket and a trash can, put them on a small flatbed cart, and pushed it forward.
It is said that the wheel is engraved with a silencing spell to avoid disturbing the extremely fragile nerves of the wizard apprentices.
Thor had carefully observed the patterns on it two days ago, but apart from a slight dizziness, he gained nothing.
He yawned and started a new day's work in the cool early morning.
The corridor is a semicircle to be precise, with a door every few meters on both sides.
There are house numbers on those doors, and the characters on the house numbers represent the room numbers.
The body that Thor traveled to could read and write, and after several days of exploration, he recovered some basic common sense from his shattered memories.
While cleaning the eleventh floor, Thor heard a whimpering sound behind a door.
Whenever the crying sounded, the candlelight on both sides of the door would sway gently, and the light and shadow would shake, which was extremely creepy.
Thor tightened his collar, and all his sleepiness was woken up by the cold.
He quickly pretended that he knew nothing and heard nothing, and quickly mopped the floor.
There is a weird guy on the twelfth floor who likes to throw garbage at the door.
Hair, torn paper, unknown pieces of meat...
Thor has become accustomed to taking the initiative to clean up when he passes by here.
He used the small shovel hanging on the side of the trash can to collect all the garbage. When he turned around to throw away the garbage, he heard a faint friction sound.
He quickly turned around and saw that the door behind him was opened a little, and it was pitch black behind the door and he could not see anything.
Thor immediately felt the hairs on his body stand up, his hands trembling slightly. He wanted to run, but was afraid that the wizard apprentices in the room would think his behavior was disrespectful.
He had only been traveling through this strange and terrifying place for a few days, and the most important thing he had been taught was to maintain the utmost respect and humility towards all wizard apprentices.
Thor is now just a twelve-year-old kid with no abilities and a small body.
A powerful wizard apprentice who can be killed with just a flick of the finger.
As for the wizard, well, with his status he can’t even see a wizard.
Thor waited for a moment in fear.
There was no movement behind the door.
Time was running out, so he remained alert to what was behind the door, mopping the floor while staring closely at the crack in the door.
Finally, he walked over, and the door was blocked by a curved corridor.
Thor's tense shoulders relaxed slightly and he pushed the cart down the ramp to the upper level.
Thirteenth floor.
As a time traveler, Thor is quite sensitive to this number.
Even if you are originally a materialist, when you come to a strange world with wizards and monsters, you will still choose to follow your heart.
It is said that the last servant in charge of cleaning died on the thirteenth floor.
Thor had cleaned here two days ago and didn't find anything unusual, but this floor still made him feel uncomfortable.
The kind of fear that makes your hair stand on end and your fingers tremble even though nothing has happened.
Thor lowered his head and dragged the ground vigorously, using physical labor to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.
However, the thing he feared most happened.
When passing the third door, the door in front of Thor on the right...suddenly a pool of bright red blood oozed out from under the door.
The blood was bright red, sticky, and had a strong fishy smell.
At first glance, it's not a good thing.
The blood flowed to the middle of the corridor and finally stopped spreading.
As per the butler's instructions, Thor had to clean up any obvious dirt.
He clenched the mop in his hand, gritted his teeth, and prepared to move forward.
At this moment, the hardcover book on his left shoulder suddenly flew to his chest and opened with a loud noise.
Thor was stunned. This was the first time that the hardcover book had changed.
He was delighted. Did Goldfinger know that he was in danger and came out to save him? Thor glanced at the blood on the ground with his peripheral vision, and most of his attention was on the book.
The hardcover book froze on a blank page, and a few lines of words quickly appeared on it:
[New Moon Year 314, May 21st, when you were cleaning the corridor floor, you saw a pool of blood seeping out from behind the door. Although it felt horrible, in order to complete the task and avoid being turned into fertilizer, you stepped forward to clean the floor.
But the floor is so hard to clean. Why is there more blood on the floor the more you clean it? You look down and realize that it is you who is bleeding! The next day, a dried corpse appears in the garbage room of the wizard tower.
Thor's legs went weak and he almost sat in the trash can behind him.
He supported his body with the mop stick and looked at the pool of blood with lingering fear.
"It turns out that my golden finger is a death crisis warning. It is quite useful in this scary and gloomy place."
He hadn't thought that the hardcover book would deceive him.
What was the value of him being deceived?
Thor pushed the cart carefully, trying to avoid the blood, when the hardcover book in front of him changed again.
[You were afraid of the unknown pool of blood and decided not to clean up the ground.
In the morning, you are called away by the housekeeper because the floor is not tidy.
The next day, new fertilizer is added to the greenhouse, and you are very satisfied with your new smelly appearance.
Thor: “…”
Shit! No matter which choice I make, I’m going to die?
New author, new book, please collect it and click to the last page, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
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