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Chapter : 170 : First Contact

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What had just happened was so urgent, so overwhelming, that Brit had completely ignored the water glass clutched in his trembling hand. But now, at this exact moment, his gaze fell on it again. A spark, sharp and blinding like lightning, flashed through his mind and jolted him to attention.

"This glass of water..." He whispered the words unconsciously, his voice low, almost drowned by the chaos around them. The lightning in his mind reappeared, only this time it wasn't faint; it cracked and blazed brighter, louder, as if urging him to act.

"This... this isn't just ordinary water. This liquid... It's meant to help us beat the game. And now... now we're standing at the hardest point of all. If there is ever a time to drink this water, it is now!" His heart hammered as he repeated these thoughts again and again, as though trying to convince himself. His eyes glimmered with a sharp determination that hadn't been there before.

Without hesitation, Brit's gaze shifted upward, locking on Vale and Kiwo. At the very same instant, both of them noticed the glass as well. Their eyes widened. What looked like plain, ordinary water shimmered strangely, almost as if some hidden power slumbered within its depths.

"Quit stalling! Drink it!" Vale yelled.

His voice cracked the tension like a whip, and as he shouted, he cast a nervous glance toward the massive orange creature looming behind the heavy metal door.

The three of them stood shoulder to shoulder, backs pressed tight together. Ahead, the door rattled, and beyond it stretched a narrow corridor where shadows twisted in the faint, flickering light. Within those shadows writhed the shape of a massive orange-yellow monster, its grotesque slug-like form heaving as if breathing, its eyes gleaming with an unsettling intelligence. It was watching them. Waiting.

But what unnerved them even more was not only what lay ahead, behind them lurked horrors far worse. Ancient entities, shriveled old men, faceless shy people, and countless other abominations from the Foundation's vaults stalked the darkness, their presence so oppressive it felt like the walls themselves would collapse.

The only reason Brit, Vale, and Kiwo were still alive was sheer luck. The fight between "The Old Man" and 'The Shy Guy' had drawn much of the chaos behind them, while the death of the pale little girl had lured the zombie horse monkey away. For the moment, that fragile balance had spared them.

But everyone knew it wouldn't last, the chaos would catch up to them sooner or later. The wall of terror was closing in, and not far behind it lingered another nightmare: the neurologist, whose very name was enough to make hardened hearts falter.