Wu Chang crushed the gun on the ground with a stomp and said, "Take me to his room."

Little Black glanced with distress at the gun parts on the ground, pocketed them, and got up to lead Wu Chang inside the building.

After Wu Chang showcased his skill, the look in their eyes towards him softened significantly as they shifted their gaze away and resumed their previous tasks.

Little Black led Wu Chang through several turns to a descending staircase, and the two descended to the second basement level, stopping in front of a basement marked 210.

"Sir, Deep lives here."

Wu Chang nodded, casually drew out a twenty Federation Coin and tossed it to Little Black, "If you don’t want to die, stay far away."

Little Black’s gaze flitted over Wu Chang’s bulging wallet, a trace of greed flashing in his eyes. He lowered his head to accept the money, then turned and left quickly.

"If you want to find someone else, you can come to me. On Romance Street, there’s no person Jon can’t find."

Wu Chang turned his gaze back to the basement 210. He could confirm Little Black didn’t lie to him as this was the only door without any cockroach activity outside.

They were afraid of whatever was behind the door.

He wanted to knock, but looking at the grimy door, he hesitated. He considered using a handkerchief to cover his hand but hesitated to waste a handkerchief.

This complimentary handkerchief from his suit could fetch enough to buy this basement.

Never mind, he couldn’t be bothered to hesitate further and kicked the door open.

"Hello, Mr. Deep, I have some questions for you. Could you come with me for a bit?"

Wu Chang lowered his head and stepped into 201.

Upon entering the room, he immediately sensed something was off; the room was too spacious.

Based on his earlier observation, each basement here was at most five square meters, just enough for a folding bunk bed.

But once inside, not only did he not see the kicked-down door, but he also couldn’t see Deep at first glance.

Inner World?

He aroused Space System magic and indeed sensed anomalies in the surrounding space.

He not only sensed spatial anomalies but also a heavy presence of moisture.

Deep didn’t have the power to lift the instance rule suppression, so how could he use such high-level magic?

The further he walked, the darker the room became. It wasn’t just dark; it felt as if the environment attempted to deprive him of his vision.

It was a rule-like ability resembling a thousand-eye dodge attack, capable of reflecting attacks back to the attacker.

However, in the face of his strong will, the rules in the darkness were powerless, unable to take effect.

Did Deep raise an instance monster in his room?

If true, this would entirely confirm the suspicion that he could command monsters.

Beyond the darkness was moisture.

Thick humidity rose from below, and Wu Chang could feel a thin layer of water underfoot.

The water didn’t submerge his shoe tops, as if a tap was left running, but his Sea Race bloodline informed him this thin layer was far deeper than it appeared.

Falling into it would be akin to falling into a true deep sea.

Relying on his Sea Race bloodline, Wu Chang treaded silently on the water’s surface.

He walked forward another thirty meters, finally spotting Deep in the space.

A man clad in a Mage Robe with a Knight’s Sword hanging at his waist, the man’s left hand visibly damaged, only half a palm remained.

The edge of the palm had regenerating flesh buds, regrowing at a slow but visible pace.

Deep was handling corpses, with a dozen corpses laid out beside him.

He was dragging one to himself, scooping out its eyeball, and submerging it in water.

The eyeless corpse sank entirely beneath the water surface after a few breaths, vanishing completely.

Seeing that, Wu Chang couldn’t help but frown. He hadn’t expected Deep to cooperate so seamlessly with instance monsters.

If his perception was right, the main rule of this space was to strip vision, potentially also stripping will alongside it.

Once vision was completely lost, those entering the space would sink into the "Deep Sea" below, swallowed by it.

Though he could see Deep, Deep didn’t notice him, indicating that space’s rules didn’t just apply to him.

Wu Chang wasn’t sure if Lin Jiang and others were here; since Deep didn’t notice him, he unleashed Chaos Authority to verify if Deep was alone.

Unclear if it was due to this space’s influence or if Deep’s mental state was already unstable.

In less than a minute, Deep became unstable, muttering to himself.

"Those guys are too much, only focused on killing for fun while leaving all the dirty work to me, forcing me to merge with darkness ahead of time."

"That stone man deserved to die, it’s all his fault for not holding back."

"The maggot-like Iron Armor Corps deserved it too, looking down on me. Served them right to be crushed to death."

"All the others deserve death as well, I want them all to sink, to hear them struggle in the dark waters."

...

As Deep was muttering, Wu Chang saw a dozen or so shadows approaching from the door he had burst open.

They were wielding various weapons, and next to the leader was a figure pointing and directing.

Their protective color was so strong that Wu Chang couldn’t discern their features, but he could tell by the flashing white teeths that the one bringing them was Little Black from earlier.

He shook his head, he had already given the warning; one reaps what one sows.

A group of Little Blacks burst in, they too immediately noticed something amiss but dismissed it as peculiar to this basement, yelling for Deep and Wu Chang to come out without further ado.