To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 584 - 337 A Small Miracle (Second Update)_2

Chapter 584 -337: A Small Miracle (Second Update)_2

Chapter 584 -337: A Small Miracle (Second Update)_2

The boy clutched at the uncle’s coat corner tightly and nodded vigorously.

Gently ruffling the boy’s hair, the scars on the uncle’s face didn’t look so hideous anymore.

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“You are the children who have just grown up, hope lies within you. Remember, nothing is more precious than hope, and it’s also the sole motivation for surviving here. Let’s go.”

He pressed the button for the entertainment level forcefully, and the feeling of extra weight arose, lifting them slowly towards the fifth floor.

The grating scratching noise disappeared behind them, and the enclosed elevator gradually entered another world at this time. A slight feeling of dizziness overcame him, nearly causing the uncle to stumble, but he was quick to prepare himself.

Suddenly, the door opened.

The entertainment level at the top floor was dark, and all around was dead silent, to the point where the uncle could hear his own heart thumping violently.

Protecting the boy, he first threw out a bottle with a rat sealed inside, then shone his searchlight on the rat.

The rat inside the plastic bottle started squealing frantically, agitated by the unfamiliar surroundings, but it seemed there were no problems.

Taking a deep breath, the uncle took out a glow stick and tossed it out.

The glow from the stick illuminated the surroundings, allowing him to see that this was indeed the top floor of the building, with various entertainment facilities in place, each one brand new, completely incongruous with the post-apocalyptic atmosphere.

The more abnormal the place, the more cautious they had to be of safety issues. So, despite the silence, the uncle did not let his guard down but told the little boy, “Don’t use anything here, don’t drink the water here. Everything is chaotic, the probability of something going wrong is far greater than that of being safe.”

The boy once again clutched the other’s coat, tilting his head in confusion.

“You don’t know what probability is? It’s… I can’t explain it well; it’s a bit abstract. You should have listened to your teacher’s lectures, but… never mind, just understand that this place is very dangerous. What were the safety words I told you before, do you remember?”

The boy nodded and then gestured a three with his fingers.

“Right, there are three words. Keep these three words in mind, and then follow me closely. If I disappear, run immediately. If I come back, ask me for the safety words. Do you understand?”

The boy nodded.

“Good boy.”

As they walked in with the uncle, the boy’s eyes, although blind, had exceptionally acute senses of hearing and touch, allowing him to sense nearby objects through the subtle breezes.

Meanwhile, the uncle continued to explain their surroundings as they walked.

“There is a carousel here, which spins round and round without stopping, and beside it are mounts you can sit on, these mounts carved into various shapes of animals, and even transportation vehicles are included.”

“There is a ball pit, filled with plastic balls, with a mass of fist-sized plastic balls accumulated here. I used to love playing here when I was a child.”

“There’s a lot of sand, and in the sand are all kinds of interesting toys, building sandcastles is especially fun.”

The boy listened quietly, his face involuntarily revealing a longing look.

Every item was something he had never seen before but was eager to experience. The temptations here were bigger than he had imagined, but he still followed the uncle’s instructions, always following behind him, never straying.

Just when they thought there was nothing else in this place, the surrounding lights suddenly turned on.

The dazzling light illuminated the area, and the entire layout of the entertainment level immediately appeared before them, along with the sound of pleasant music, and the facilities around them began to operate at that moment.

An employee dressed in a bunny mascot costume appeared, with an exaggerated smile on the white mask, and the fresh blood at the corner of the mouth indicating that he was definitely not as friendly as he looked.

“Welcome to our Death Amusement Park, it looks like today we have two distinguished guests. May I ask, who would like to die first?”

The uncle instantly pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolt accurately shot into the opponent’s left eye, causing the figure to emit a piercing scream.

After firing the bolt, he immediately picked up the boy and hastily retreated, simultaneously constantly searching for a safe exit.

The music around grew louder and louder, the noisy sounds like millions of mosquitoes buzzing in his ears. With this cacophony, the uncle found everything before his eyes blurring and his own strength declining rapidly; at last, he even began to feel weak holding the boy.

However, he resolutely stripped off all his gear, dropping the cumbersome backpack behind him. It contained many treasures he had collected with great effort—good helpers that had enabled him to survive in this chaotic and strange world. But now was not the time to lament over these items.

The removal of his equipment lightened his body, and the green exit sign ahead sparked a glimmer of hope.

But just as he reached the exit and his hand touched the door, he felt something entangle his legs, sending him tumbling forward.

Before he hit the ground, he sharply realized he had been captured.

Immediately, he threw the boy forward, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Run! The path is in front of you, run!”

The boy who landed turned back, a flash of terror crossing his face.

He didn’t linger; he simply obeyed the uncle’s command and sprinted forward with all his might.

The door before him was forcefully pushed open, the pain of the impact making him scream involuntarily. His shoulder, scraped by the collision, throbbed intensely, sharpening his awareness and quickening his pace down the stairs.

The uncle had said, hold the handrail when going down the stairs.

The uncle had said, don’t count the steps at a time like this.

The uncle had said, if one day he died, there was no need to remember him.

Uncle, I can’t do it…

The boy’s face wet with tears as he stumbled and ran down the staircase. He fell again and again, but stood up each time, trembling from pain and fear. Yet the uncle’s advice made him rise once more and keep running forward.

He didn’t know how long it had been before he felt he might have reached the bottom.

Pushing open another door, he could feel the air on the other side grow fresher, the dangerous sensations fading away, but the surrounding music didn’t stop.

He sensed people around him, but he didn’t know who they were. Although the uncle had told him not to make a sound in unfamiliar places to avoid trouble, things couldn’t get any worse now.

Opening his mouth, he called out in a hoarse voice, brokenly, “Is…anyone there? Uncle… save my uncle…”

Each word, strained through a throat rasped by poison, hurt as though cut with a knife, but he kept calling desperately, hoping for rescue that was unlikely to come.

Running, pain, fear, and worry for his uncle overwhelmed him, draining the last bit of strength from the boy as he passed out by the side of the road.

And in front of him stood the ominous castle, black clouds hovering vaguely, a building akin to the Demon King Castle stood here.

If it weren’t for the sign at the entrance, no one would believe that this place was actually a large amusement park.

Moreover, it was Wang’s Amusement Park.

The child’s cries were taken as part of a performance, and the curious visitors looked on, wondering what act would come next.

The onlookers watched for a while, until a ghoul confirmed that the child had indeed fainted, and the wounds on his body weren’t makeup. That’s when they went to inform the staff about the issue.

It wasn’t long before the Big Muscular Guy, who had been cooking, came over.

Even among a crowd of demons and ghouls, he stood out conspicuously.

He wore jeans given to him by Wang, his upper body bare, a white apron stained with fresh blood.

And he himself was holding a huge boning knife, the blade smeared with large amounts of minced meat and fat, making one wonder what exactly he had been cutting with it.

Parting the crowd of ghouls, he saw the boy on the ground, pondered for a moment, then picked up the little child in his hands and turned towards his kitchen.