Chapter Fifteen: No One Can Leave Alive

The ID card was a magnetic card the size of a standard identification card. Its front displayed the park’s logo and a portrait, while the back bore a large Roman numeral I. I guessed blindly that this I must represent the card’s access level, since I had seen card scanners at numerous gates throughout the park.

The original owner of this card was just a low-level lackey, so Level I must be the lowest rank.

As for the lackey’s phone, it was the widely recognized Huawei MATE60. I remembered queuing all night back home for one and never getting it, yet here, in some remote corner of northern Myanmar, there it was—available without fanfare!

But I had no time to dwell on that. I quickly changed into the lackey’s clothes, strapped the electric baton to my waist, and slung the handsome AK across my back.

Just as I finished dressing and was about to stand up, my elbow unexpectedly struck something hard.

A chill ran down my neck. Instinctively, I swung the AK and jabbed behind me with the stock.

When I turned and saw who I’d knocked down, dizziness swept over me—it was the girl from earlier, and beside her... the fat man!

The two of them stared at me lifelessly, their lips moving in a faint whisper, as if murmuring something.

The next second, these two corpses suddenly lunged at me like madmen.

Weren’t they dead?

I wanted to fire, but remembered what the lackey had said about the pipes exploding; reluctantly, I eased my finger off the trigger.

“Damn!”

I raised the AK and drove the bayonet deep into the fat man’s eye socket. Instantly, his body went limp, collapsing like a toy with its batteries drained.

The girl was knocked down by his falling body. I pinned her to the ground with my foot, preventing her from rising.

Only then did I finally catch her whispered words: “Admiral... Admiral...”

Admiral?

I frowned, recalling how, on my first day in the park, Brother Can had mentioned this so-called Admiral. But the Qing Dynasty had fallen more than a century ago—how could there still be an Admiral or Governor?

As I pondered, the girl abruptly stopped whispering, her vacant eyes staring straight at me.

“Bang!”

The next moment, her head exploded like a watermelon, replaced by a writhing mass of darkness at the stump of her neck.

Looking closely, I realized the thing was a worm as thick as an arm.

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“What the hell is this!”

Without thinking, I stabbed the disgusting worm repeatedly with the bayonet, a dozen times at least, until it finally lay still.

“Damn it! For heaven’s sake!”

I squatted on the ground, cursing up and down the ancestral line, my head still buzzing.

Before I could make sense of the situation, the fat man I’d just killed suddenly sat up again, blood pouring from the gaping hole in his eye socket. His head exploded just like the girl’s, and another black worm twisted where a human head should have been.

What shattered me most was that the fat man’s headless body still staggered toward me, as if the worm had taken over his body.

“Aaaah!”

I screamed in panic, no longer caring about pipes or explosions, and pulled the AK's trigger, blasting the worm to smithereens.

The commotion drew the attention of two lackeys outside. As the doorknob turned, I fired again.

The two were felled through the door, blood trickling from the bullet holes.

I opened the door, took their ammo and ID cards, then followed the corridor to a fork.

A sign nearby marked the floor as B1, with arrows pointing in two directions.

Emergency Exit. Transfer Station.

Transfer Station?

I frowned, thinking how odd it was to find such a large facility in a basement.

Since fate had brought me here, I decided to explore and uncover its secrets.

Imitating the lackeys, I strode confidently toward the so-called Transfer Station.

After about fifty meters, I saw a glass window. Peering through it, I was utterly stunned.

Outside was not a green belt, but a vast underground cavern.

It seemed natural, dotted with countless stalactites and massive, bright lights. At the cavern’s base stood an array of man-made structures: platforms, railways, trains, watchtowers—everything one might expect.

Patrolling this area were not mere lackeys, but fully armed soldiers in camouflage uniforms.

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Strangely, almost all these soldiers had their faces covered—some wore theatrical masks, others gas masks, and some had wrapped their heads entirely in layers of fabric.

Clearly, they feared being seen.

Even more bizarre, these soldiers belonged to different factions—many even mutually hostile. Thanks to my research before coming to northern Myanmar, I recognized several insignias and uniforms.

“Uwawali...”

Suddenly, someone behind me called out in a tongue I couldn’t understand, probably a local dialect.

I spun around to find a camouflaged figure in a gas mask, aiming an AK at me, babbling words I couldn’t decipher.

Resigned, I slowly lowered my weapon and raised my hands in surrender.

But to my surprise, the man seemed bewitched, staring at me for ages without making another move.

Could it be...

I steeled myself and kicked him hard.

His head struck the ground, and I drove the bayonet deep into his skull. Pulling off his gas mask, I saw his face covered in a dozen eyes of varying sizes.

As I’d anticipated, almost instantly after withdrawing the blade, his head exploded, and a writhing worm emerged from his neck.

“Damn!”

Prepared, I stabbed the worm with all my might.

Breathing heavily, I finally understood: these soldiers, like Brother Can’s masked henchmen, were no longer human. They wore masks to conceal their monstrous faces.

“Chaos! Utter chaos!”

At this moment, I wanted nothing more than to leave this cursed park. It was more than just a den of scams—this place was a kingdom of monsters and demons!

Looking down at my lackey disguise, I knew all I wanted now was to escape.