In a small, dark room.

A dozen children slept on a chase bunk.

They were all twelve or thirteen-year-old boys.

One by one, they curled up, not sleeping well, and they didn't even dare to put their hands out of the quilt.

"Whew!"

The candle light on the left wall suddenly lit up.

The boy sleeping on the far left was blinded by the candlelight, curled up in the quilt, and kicked the boy on the right with his foot.

The boy on the right was kicked, and he kicked the boy on the right again in a daze.

Just kicked one by one, one by one, and kicked the boy on the far right against the wall.

"Hmm......"

Thor snorted, rubbed his dull knees, and scrambled to his feet, stunned for a moment to sober himself up.

"Go ahead...... If you're late, you'll be made into a flower by the wizard. The boy next to him reminded him like a whisper.

Thor pressed the old wound on his forehead, and the slight tingling pain brought him to his senses, and his movements finally cleared.

He quickly climbed out of bed, put on the servant's suit that hung on the wall, pushed open the door to the hut, and walked out.

Outside the door was a long, arc-shaped corridor, with doors every few meters on either side of the corridor, and a candlestick lit on each side of the door, using their faint dim light to dispel the coldness in the corridor.

Thor looked over his left shoulder by candlelight.

There was a hardcover book less than the size of a palm.

"Hasn't it gone yet? Maybe it's not my hallucination. ”

The book had been hovering over Thor's left shoulder since the other day.

You can see it, you can't touch it, and no one else can see it.

Thor called the system and begged for a chip, but there was no response, and in the end he could only attribute it to hallucinations caused by his own head injury.

But the hallucinations shouldn't last so many days without going away.

Illusion or not, Thor has his own things to do, and he doesn't have time to study it all the time.

Where he was, was a wizard's tower.

Thor has never stepped out of the tower since the crossing.

Moreover, as a servant here, he had to get up every day around four o'clock in the morning and mop the floor of the eleventh to thirteenth floor corridors. There should be no obvious stains left on it, otherwise it will be chopped up and used as flower fertilizer.

The work of cleaning the hallway must be done before the candle flame turns from a faint yellow to a bright white flame, or the wizard apprentice who runs into the door may be caught for experimentation.

Those wizard apprentices all looked weird, and their tempers were also very bad and very urgent, as if they were being chased by death every day.

Thor's predecessor was stoned to death by a wizard apprentice with a book. The corpse was left in the utility room and almost disposed of as garbage.

When he crawled out of the utility room with a bloody face, even the butler almost thought it was haunted.

And the butler, after confirming that he was not dead, immediately assigned him a job, and Thor was sent to work before he could even recover from his injuries.

Until today.

After the memories were over, Saul first went to the utility room next to the Chase Shop room to get a mop, a bucket, and a trash can, put them on a small flatbed, and pushed forward.

The wheel is said to have been engraved with a mute spell to prevent disturbing the nerves of the wizarding apprentices.

Thor had carefully observed the pattern on it two days ago, and had nothing to gain except for a slight dizziness.

He yawned and started his day in the early morning coolness.

The hallway is a semicircle to be exact, with doors every few meters on the left and right sides.

Those doors have house numbers on them, and the characters on them represent the room number.

Thor had traversed the body that had been literate, and after a few days of exploring, he had recovered some basic common sense from his shattered memories.

While cleaning the eleventh floor, Thor heard a whining cry behind a door.

Whenever the cry sounds, the candles on both sides of the door will flicker gently, and the light and shadow will sway, which is extremely penetrating.

Thor tightened his neckline, and all his drowsiness was frozen awake.

He quickly pretended not to know anything, heard nothing, and quickly dragged the ground here.

There's a weirdo on the twelfth floor who likes to throw garbage at the door.

Hair, shredded paper, unknown pieces of meat......

Thor was used to walking through here and volunteering to clean up.

He took the small shovel hanging by the trash can to collect all the rubbish, and when he turned to take out the trash, he heard a faint grinding sound.

He quickly turned around, and saw that the door behind him was opened a small crack, and there was nothing to see behind the dark door.

Thor immediately felt the hairs on his body stand on end, and his hands trembled slightly, and he wanted to run, afraid that the wizard apprentice in the room would think that he had acted rudely.

Within a few days of his journey through this strange and terrifying place, the most he had been taught was to maintain the utmost respect and humility for all wizard apprentices.

Thor is now a twelve-year-old with no abilities, and he's small.

A powerful wizard apprentice who can kill him with the touch of a finger.

As for the wizard, heh, he can't see the wizard yet.

Thor waited for a moment, trembling.

There was no movement behind the door.

Time was pressing, and he kept his guard behind the door, mopping the floor while keeping an eye on the crack in the door.

Finally, he walked over, and the door was blocked by a crooked hallway.

Thor's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and the cart made its way down the slope to the upper floor.

Thirteenth floor.

As a traverser, Thor is sensitive to this number.

Even if you are originally a materialist, when you come to a strange world with wizards and monsters, you will still choose to follow your heart.

It is said that the last servant in charge of cleaning died on the thirteenth floor.

Thor had cleaned the place two days ago and didn't find anything out of the ordinary, but the layer still made him uncomfortable.

The kind of fear that even though nothing happened, it still makes the hairs stand on end, and the fingers can't help but tremble.

Thor lowered his head and dragged the ground hard, borrowing manual labor to dispel the uneasiness in his heart.

However, what he feared most happened anyway.

When passing through the third door, Thor's right front door ...... Suddenly, a pool of bright red blood oozed from under the door.

The blood was bright red, viscous, and had a thick fishy smell.

At first glance, it's not a good thing.

The blood flowed to the middle of the corridor and finally stopped spreading.

At the steward's behest, Thor had to clean up all visible dirt.

He clenched the mop in his hand, gritted his teeth, and prepared to step forward.

At this moment, the hardcover book on his left shoulder suddenly flew to his chest and opened with a clatter.

Thor was stunned, this was the first time that the hard book had changed.

He was overjoyed, could it be that Goldfinger knew that he was in crisis, so he took the initiative to come out to save him?

Thor stared at the blood on the ground, most of his attention on the book.

The hardcover book freezes on a blank page, and a few lines of words appear on it:

[New Year's Calendar, 314 May, 21st,

As you clean the hallway floor, you see a puddle of blood oozing from behind the door. Although it feels terrifying, in order to complete the task and not be made into flower fertilizer, you go up and wipe the floor.

But this ground is so hard to rub, why is it that the more you wipe the ground, the more blood comes out?

You look down and understand, it turns out that your body is bleeding non-stop!

The next day, there was an extra dried corpse in the garbage room of the Wizard's Tower. 】

Thor's legs were so weak that he barely sat in the trash can behind him.

He braced himself with a mop stick and looked at the pool of blood with trepidation.

"It turns out that my golden finger is a death crisis warning. In this terrifying and eerie place, it is also practical. ”

He didn't think the hard book would lie to him.

What is the value of being deceived?

Thor carefully pushed the cart, trying to get around the blood, when the hard book in front of him changed again.

[Fearful of the unknown blood, you decide not to clean up the ground.

In the morning, you are called away by the housekeeper because the ground is untidy.

The next day, new flower fertilizer has been added to the flower room, and you are very satisfied with your new smelly form. 】

Thor: "......"

Depend on!

No matter how you choose, are they all dead?