novelraw Chapter 208: The owner of the Undead bar is overly enthusiastic
Chapter 208: The owner of the Undead bar is overly enthusiastic
"44011?
Isn’t that the chosen one they were talking about?
A robber? Robbing the Undead Street?
Damn it, that chosen one with the code 44011 really goes as far as robbing even the horror instances!
From the looks of it, it’s not just one place he’s hit.
While others come to the instance to experience horror and try to survive, he goes around robbing? Is nobody going to deal with this?
It seems like, indeed, no one is. While the horror instance does have a City Lord’s Mansion and can be considered as having an official organization, it’s meant to constrain ghosts.
For those chosen ones, once the instance ends, they go back to the real world. So, even if they wanted to, there’s nowhere to catch the culprit.
Thinking about it, the horror instance is a lawless place where one can commit crimes without repercussions.
The problem is, you need to have the strength!
This 44011 guy, isn’t he overdoing it a bit?
However, what the chosen ones didn’t anticipate was that this was just the beginning. The more exaggerated events were still to come.
The bar’s ghost master is a spirit merged with a teddy bear, a person-tall grey bear. If it weren’t for the bloody sharp teeth in its mouth, it would seem somewhat cute and silly.
But now, this giant toy bear, with its bright red eyes, was anxiously shouting orders to its underlings:
"Quick! All those things I had you learn from the Fierce Ghost Association, bring them out! Banners! Flowers! And the child! Get everything ready! My life depends on you today!"
Then, under the astonished gaze of the chosen ones, those once-arrogant puppet ghosts acted as if they met their favorite pop star, efficiently pulling out various items from under the bar.
Tombstone chrysanthemums, tombstone sunflowers, tombstone tulips...
And banners filled with welcoming words.
A chosen one, who was about to be taken to the kitchen for ’treatment’, was left on the floor, looking utterly lost and confused.
"Kane, are we still drinking?"
"Drink what?!" Kane, now in a totally different mood, exclaimed excitedly, "The Boss is coming! You guys are safe this time!"
Really that exaggerated?
Other chosen ones wanted to ask, but upon seeing the banners around, they shut their mouths.
’Welcome Tommy DeVito, Undead Bar will always be your most enthusiastic fan.’
’Undead Bar is also a part of the Fierce Ghost Association; this place will always be Tommy DeVito’s home.’
...
Chosen ones: ...
They were thoroughly confused. Such a treatment for a chosen one was unthinkable!
"Hey!"
At this moment, the wooden ghost from before approached.
However, this time, the emotionless wooden face managed to squeeze out a friendly smile. Addressing the chosen one he almost dragged to the kitchen earlier, he asked, "Could you guys do me a favor?"
The chosen one he was staring at felt panicked, imagining all kinds of horrifying requests.
Struggling to suppress his fear, the chosen one cautiously asked, "What... What do you want us to do?"
"It’s simple!" The wooden ghost’s smile broadened. He pulled out two flower wreaths from behind and distributed them among the chosen ones. "When someone enters later, just wave these wreaths and shout a welcome."
Why do they need to welcome Tommy DeVito when they’re all chosen ones?
Those feeling confused weren’t just the chosen ones but also Alexander, who had just been transported in.
The scene before him was eerily familiar.
Those banners, copied right? Just a few words were changed!
And those flowers! He should’ve thought of robbing a flower shop first!
But then again, if every place plays by these rules, maybe it would be better to wait until the flower shop makes a profit, and then rob it, saving both time and effort."
However, witnessing the elaborate welcoming ceremony laid out before him, a hint of a smile tugged at Alexander’s lips.
Did they really think this would make him back off?
This was the world of horrors, after all, and all he faced here were evil ghosts!
Did they believe a mere welcome party would sway him from his intentions? How naive!
With a smirk, Alexander confidently strides into the bar.
Bang!
Just as Alexander stepped into the bar, two ghosts set off confetti cannons, instantly showering the area with colorful ribbons.
He hadn’t expected this; during his last welcome for General Henry, nothing of this sort was found.
"Welcome, welcome! A warm welcome to you!"
The furry bear ghost, holding a bouquet, rushed over to Alexander with an obsequious smile.
Is this it?
These are mere leftover items from his previous encounters. They didn’t even have a kid. They missed the essence of the real deal!
"Tommy DeVito, you’re the legendary Tommy DeVito, aren’t you? Look, I’ve prepared a gift for you. I hope you like it!" said the toy bear, presenting what he had in his furry palm.
"That’s it? You think I am... Huh?"
Alexander’s gaze scanned the bear’s hand, and he paused, a bit taken aback. In the bear’s palm was a thick wad of ghost coins, which looked to be in the range of forty to fifty thousand.
"I know you fancy ghost coins. I’ve sold all my assets and plugins in advance. Here’s a total of 53,652 ghost coins. I hope you’ll accept them."
Alexander was genuinely stunned.No wonder the bar was missing so many typical decorations; this owner was smart.
"Tommy DeVito, do you have a mission here?"
As Alexander was contemplating how to deal with the ghost lord, the toy bear inquired again.
Alexander nodded. "The mission is to taste the wines in the bar. The more I taste, the higher the score."
"That’s easy! Bring out all the wines I’ve prepared!"
At the wave of the bear’s hand, a series of puppet ghosts came forward, each holding a large tray. On each tray were thumb-sized cups filled with aromatic wine.
"Dear Tommy DeVito, these are cheat wines we’ve prepared. Normally, chosen ones would drink ten cups for an S-grade evaluation. Here we have a thousand cups, all suitable for chosen ones to drink. Care for a taste?"
WTF!
The ghost lord’s moves rendered Alexander almost powerless to act.
Too accommodating!
In the end, Alexander refrained from any violence. The host had gone to such lengths that it felt wrong to harm him.
He left with a warning for the bar owner not to trouble the chosen ones again. It was the least he could do for his fellow humans.
Checking the added EX evaluation, Alexander proceeded to the next instance.
As soon as he entered and saw the familiar decorations and flowers, he knew robbery was again off the table.
Yet, while his initial intention of robbery transformed into collecting protection fees, his pace increased and his wealth soared.
Although not every instance was as profitable as the bar, on average, he would gain 10,000 ghost coins.
After Alexander had collected protection fees from over a hundred instance ghost owners, his wealth had astonishingly surpassed two million ghost coins.
But then, he stopped his action.
For visitors from the City Lord Mansion had arrived!
Amidst a roar, several puppet figures rode on eight fiery-red motorcycles, speeding down the streets of Undead Avenue.