Starting Off Survival With A Small Treehouse

Chapter 987: Chapter 556: Unnameable Terror_3

"I’m leaving," the woman said softly.

"...Why? What about me?"

"You stay here. The master seems to want to see only you."

After speaking, she gave Shi Wanyun a glance and turned to walk towards the elevator.

Shi Wanyun wanted to reach out to grab her and ask her some more questions, but the fear from earlier left her body somewhat weak.

Furthermore, the lingering sense of fear continued to haunt her heart, making her unable to take a step. She could only watch helplessly as the woman walked into the elevator.

As the elevator doors closed, she saw that the woman looked at her with a hint of encouragement in her eyes.

This somewhat eased her mind.

It seems the woman was ordered to leave?

Shi Wanyun took a light breath and looked back towards the hall.

And at that moment, her gaze froze.

Her lips trembled slightly, and her legs gave way, causing her to sit directly on the ground.

Her vision became somewhat blurry, obscuring the horrific figure of the thing she saw.

Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, quickly averting her gaze and gasping heavily.

"...Ha...ha..."

Even her breathing was violently trembling.

What did she just see?

A monster.

An indescribable monster.

An indescribable monster was sitting on the bluish-black living chair.

She didn’t know how to describe the appearance of that monster.

Because it was a monster beyond her imagination.

Countless walnut-sized eyes seemed to be squeezed out from within its body, all staring at her.

Each eye had a power even stronger than the eyeballs on the chair she saw earlier.

In that moment, she felt an extreme terror she had never experienced in her life.

Her blurred vision was obscured by the tears brought forth by that moment of fear.

...

Speaking of this, Shi Wanyun could no longer hold herself together.

She clung tightly to Xu Xin’s arm, curling up without caring about her image.

Just recalling the situation then was enough to leave her speechless.

No matter how Xu Xin tried to persuade her, pat her cheeks, or even used force, she couldn’t recover.

...This is really...

Xu Xin was a bit at a loss.

What is going on?

Was it really that terrifying?

What did she really see?

An other-dimensional Lovecraftian monster that drove one’s sanity to plummet?

However, her fear was genuine at this moment; Xu Xin could feel it. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to speak, but the fear evoked by the memory had silenced her.

It’s hard to imagine how terrified she must have been at the time.

Forget it, while there’s still time, Xu Xin decided to first sort through the information gathered earlier.

Actually, from the very beginning, a guess suddenly popped into Xu Xin’s mind.

It was persistent.

He felt that he might have uncovered the truth of this situation.

"I have a guess," he said softly, "Listen to see if it makes sense."

Shi Wanyun was still clinging to his arm, looking up at him.

Her eyes were a bit vacant, with two streams of tears still on her face.

...Was this really all due to fear?

Xu Xin shook his head and began sharing his speculation.

A thousand years ago, alien invaders invaded this planet and nearly slaughtered humanity.

Then, a millennium later, for some unknown reason, these alien invaders needed a large number of high-quality ordinary humans.

But at that time, there were no ordinary humans left on Earth.

The minions left behind during the invasion period had long been genetically altered and could no longer be considered normal humans.

Thus, the survival game was born.

They returned to the era when humans still existed, selecting people from different time points and sending them to the future to participate in this absurd survival game.

The intention behind the game was clear—to continue purifying this batch of humans.

What they needed were high-quality humans, not human waste.

These relatively high-quality humans are the ones who survive in this survival game.

These people are allowed to establish a city on this planet that originally belonged to them, to live in it, and to begin reproducing, passing on their relatively superior genes generation by generation.

But in reality, these humans still didn’t meet the standards required by the alien invaders.

Or rather, the first batch of survivors met the standards, but their numbers were too few to meet the demand.

The quantity of the second, third, and fourth batch of survivors did indeed increase, but the quality decreased as well.

Then, a second phase of selection began.