Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 167: Cyber Fox Immortal Battling Children’s Literature

Two gunshots echoed in the depths of the Black Forest, and then silence took over.

No howls, no follow-up shots, not even the sound of the wind. Everything in the forest fell eerily quiet, as if waiting for the group on the Path to “respond.”

In that moment, the two gunshots felt like some kind of signal. It was as if the invisible Hunter was trying to communicate with Yu Sheng’s group, guiding them in the “correct” direction.

Irene glanced at the Squirrel nestled in the hood of her Red Cloak. “The rules say we shouldn’t be lured off the Path into the depths of the forest. Do they say anything about what to do if we hear gunshots outside the Path?”

The Squirrel froze for a while, stunned. When it finally snapped out of it, it frantically replied in a panicked voice, “Nothing like this has ever happened before! The Hunter only appears when the Wolf Granny shows up. I don’t know—I’m just a Squirrel!”

Yu Sheng frowned deeply, gripping the ominous Rebar Spiked Club on his shoulder. He tapped it against the ground and said grimly, “It’s still a temptation off the Path.”

Little Red Riding Hood didn’t understand. “What do you mean?”

“We came here to find the Hunter,” Yu Sheng exhaled lightly. The initial confusion and hesitation in his mind quickly cleared. “And what could be more tempting to us, as explorers with a purpose, than ‘gunshots from the Hunter’?”

Little Red Riding Hood froze. The moment she realized what Yu Sheng meant, shock filled her eyes.

“Ignore the gunshots. Keep moving forward,” Yu Sheng commanded in a firm voice, stepping ahead without hesitation.

As he predicted, the moment the group pressed onward, another gunshot rang out from the shadows of the Black Forest. This time, it sounded even closer.

The gunshots, just like the illusions they’d encountered earlier, were another instance of the Path’s “flowers and mushrooms” of Rule-Based Temptation.

A sudden chill of fear washed over Little Red Riding Hood. She knew that being lured off the Path was the first and most dangerous taboo in the Black Forest. Yet, in those fleeting seconds, she had wavered—an unthinkable lapse for someone like her, a seasoned Little Red Riding Hood who had experienced “Awakening.”

She hadn’t considered that even the Hunter could be used as a tool of deception by the Black Forest. Nor had she anticipated that the forest could so quickly craft a scenario that would almost perfectly tempt everyone present.

“The Black Forest seems… ‘clever,’” Irene murmured. “Its tricks are pretty impressive.”

“It doesn’t necessarily ‘think,’” Little Red Riding Hood replied, shaking her head. “Higher forms of blind action might as well be intelligence. They can even surpass human ‘thought’ in efficiency. Rules… are often this unreasonable.”

“Doesn’t matter. Its tricks don’t work on us,” Yu Sheng said, slowing his pace as he gazed into the distance. “Listen—the gunshots have stopped. Nothing showed up.”

“I thought the ‘Hunter’ might appear next and invite us over for a chat,” Irene said, clicking her tongue. “Looks like the Black Forest still has its limitations. If the Hunter had really shown up, we might’ve fallen for it.” ṛἈ₦ǒ𝔟ЁṨ

Yu Sheng thought for a moment. “Maybe it’s the forest’s limitations… or perhaps it’s because the ‘Hunter’ is special.”

He stopped speaking and continued forward along the Path.

A while later, the streetlights on either side of the Path began to dim. Just as the rules dictated, all forms of protection in the Black Forest were temporary. The light would fade, the Path would vanish, fires in hearths would extinguish, and even the Little Houses would eventually be swallowed by the depths of the forest.

As the lights dimmed, the Path became harder to distinguish. The boundary between the Path and the forest blurred. The howls of wolves, which had receded earlier, returned. This time, they were closer and growing louder.

Yu Sheng finally felt it—the gaze. The Evil Wolf’s eyes were on him.

“The wolves are coming. The wolves are coming,” the Squirrel muttered nervously. “Where’s the house… Where’s the house? Why isn’t it here yet?”

Yu Sheng looked up and saw a faint light deep in the forest, but it was far away. Meanwhile, shadowy figures were beginning to take shape in the dense trees nearby.

The wolf pack was assembling, faster than before, and closing in.

“This is bad! The worst-case scenario!” the Squirrel shrieked. “The house isn’t connected to the Path—the wolves are blocking the way!” Its fur bristled as it turned to Yu Sheng in panic. “When the time comes, we’ll need to run! Run as fast as we can! Don’t stop, no matter what! Don’t get caught up with the wolves—what are you doing?”

The Squirrel gawked at Yu Sheng, who calmly hefted his terrifying club, then pointed in a specific direction.

“Foxy,” Yu Sheng pointed toward the depths of the Black Forest, toward where he felt the gaze originating. “See over there? Distance: 3500. Spread: 120. Sixteen rounds, rapid fire.”

“Got it!”

The Fox Spirit’s face instantly lit up with excitement. In the Squirrel’s stunned gaze, Foxy flung her arms wide open.

Her silver tails burst forth in a dazzling display within the dim forest twilight. Radiant energy swirled behind the Nine-Tailed Fox, and with a roaring eruption, her Fox Fire ignited.

One after another, silver projectiles soared skyward amidst the blaze of blue flames. They adjusted their trajectories mid-air, and with a secondary ignition, the fire intensified into a blinding flash that illuminated the entire forest. A deafening whistle sliced through the air as the first batch of eight Fox Radish Missiles shot into the distance.

Even as the first volley launched, Foxy quickly adjusted her breathing. With a soft hum, her tails regenerated in an instant. A second volley launched in rapid succession.

The bluish propulsion flames streaking across the night sky resembled shooting stars flying in reverse, bringing death from above.

Fox Fire surged again, but this time, she held back the barrage. Instead, she maintained a blazing orb of energy at the tip of each tail, keeping her keen eyes fixed on the shadowed forest around them.

In the distance, an earth-shattering explosion resonated. The ground trembled, the air roared, and trees swayed violently under the pressure of the shockwave. Some even splintered and fell. It seemed as if the entire forest had been shaken. For a brief moment, the howling from the shadows ceased, only to erupt again—now angrier, more frenzied than ever.

The wolf pack materialized into solid forms. Countless ferocious Giant Wolves charged out from the dense forest, heading straight for the unwelcome intruders who dared to challenge the rules of the Black Forest.

Foxy’s flames transformed into concentrated streams of fire. Seven or eight dense, waterfall-like torrents lashed through the charging wolves. Her onslaught shredded the corporeal forms of the wolves into fragments, snapped towering trees in half, and ignited the dry leaves and twigs scattered across the forest floor. The radiant blue of the Fox Fire intertwined with the crimson blaze of wildfires, creating a fierce inferno.

“Da-da-da-da-da-da-da!”

Foxy added sound effects to her Fox Radish Machine Gun, her golden-red eyes glowing with delight as she fired away with unabashed enthusiasm.

Meanwhile, Yu Sheng raised his blood-soaked Rebar Spiked Club high and brought it down hard on a giant wolf that lunged at him. The monstrous creature let out a short, sharp yelp before being smashed into a bloody mess, collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

He swung the club again, sweeping a sneaky wolf away from Foxy.

Irene clung tightly to Yu Sheng’s hair with one hand, preparing to summon her Thread Weaving Net with the other. But Yu Sheng interrupted her. “Hold off for now! These are just regular wolves. Save your strength for something Foxy and I can’t handle.”

“Got it!” Irene replied quickly.

Yu Sheng struck down another wolf, then pointed toward the distant glimmer of light.

“That direction, Foxy. Clear a path.”

“On it!”

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Foxy shouted gleefully and unleashed a hail of fire in the direction Yu Sheng indicated. Two more volleys of Fox Radish Missiles soared into the forest, detonating in a fiery crescendo that tore through the gathered wolves and the dense trees.

Amidst the relentless bombardment and explosive wildfire, a path was forcibly carved through the forest.

“Yes! This is exactly what I wanted!” Yu Sheng grinned, his face alight with unrestrained joy, like a child finally playing with a long-awaited toy. “This! Cyber Fox Immortal obliterating children’s literature! Keep going, keep blasting! Let’s go find Wolf Granny!”

He strode forward with his menacing club, stepping onto the fiery avenue carved by flames and explosions. Waves of wolves continued to spawn from the shadows. These creatures, bound by the forest’s rules, knew neither fear nor pain and charged relentlessly at Yu Sheng and his group. Most were gunned down immediately by Foxy’s torrents of firepower. The remainder met the brutal end of Yu Sheng’s club—or, occasionally, were torn apart by the Shadow Wolves summoned by Little Red Riding Hood.

The Squirrel stared at the scene, wide-eyed and trembling.

It shivered uncontrollably, screaming intermittently, fainting, and then waking up again, as if falling from one absurd nightmare into another, even more bizarre. The entire forest reverberated with the terrifying cacophony of explosions, howls, and crackling flames. Something deep within the forest roared in response. The very order of the forest was being challenged, mocked, and violated. In retaliation, the forest called forth more wolves—an unending tide gathering from every direction.

“No, no, no, this isn’t right…” the Squirrel screamed, its voice barely audible amidst the chaos. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!”

“But I think it’s perfect!” Little Red Riding Hood was the only one who heard the Squirrel’s shrill cries. She glanced over her shoulder, her expression one of pure joy and relaxation—a happiness that seemed to have been suppressed since childhood. “Even if it’s just this once—I think it’s perfect!”