Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?

Realizing the issue, Liang Yiming immediately rushed up to the sixth floor, knocked on the president's door, and handed over his personal items.

Although he didn't understand what method the president used to "conquer" the target so effectively, he successfully delivered his personal items, which reassured him.

Next, his target was left to the president. Good luck!

Silently cheering for the president in his heart, Liang Yiming then headed again to Doctor Lu's dispensing room.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock, a sudden noise from inside the room startled him, causing his hand to freeze in mid-air.

Bending down, he leaned close to the door crack to listen—

The sounds persisted from within the room.

Feeling uneasy, Liang Yiming quickly stood up straight, took a few steps back, and distanced himself as far as possible from that room.

He had a feeling that something terrible was happening inside.

Rather than risk getting involved, Liang Yiming thought that even with the wound on his arm, he could bear it—he'd go back to his room and simply bandage it with the first aid kit.

Thinking this, he silently left that "torture chamber."

...

...

The sixth-floor guest room.

Wen Nan was still caught between Xiao Huang and Azi, unable to move forward or backward.

He raised his hand and gently pushed the shoulders of both, attempting to make them step back a bit. However, Xiao Huang and Azi misunderstood, thinking Wen Nan wanted to interact with them, and immediately showed expressions of delight and expectation.

But after waiting a moment without further action from the man between them, they both looked a bit disappointed.

Azi raised her hand, placing Wen Nan's hand on her cheek, beginning to teach him how to pet a dog, "Brother, rub here, it feels very nice."

Wen Nan: ?

On the other side, Xiao Huang also wouldn't be outdone, grabbing Wen Nan's wrist and pressing it against herself, "It's like this, start from the head, along the back, all the way to the end, apply pressure at the fasting point, then finally the tail, oh, there's no tail now, so just pinch the pads on the paw."

Wen Nan: ??

This was really too bizarre.

Wen Nan felt that his moral sense and human boundaries were being greatly challenged.

Just as he was stiff and struggling to think of a solution, the two girls beside him suddenly escalated their actions—

He saw them both kneel down simultaneously, inching their noses closer to a certain part of Wen Nan's body.

Wen Nan: ???

He hesitantly retreated a few steps back, walking through the entrance to the carpet by the bed.

The two maids knelt on the ground, chasing him all the way inside.

The two seemed completely unaware of how bizarre the scene was, still smiling as they educated Wen Nan on what they considered "common sense" in their circle: "Brother, let us take a sniff, you can also sniff us, it's a very basic social interaction, no need to feel embarrassed, once it's over, we can... move on to the next step."

No need to ask what the next step was.

Before Wen Nan could respond, the two already began to sit up and reached to untie his belt.

Wen Nan was about to speak when the two girls looked up, their gaze landing on something above them, and then their flushed cheeks suddenly turned pale as paper.

The two widened their eyes in terror, Azi looked dazed, and Xiao Huang screamed in fright.

Soon, the two turned around, scrambling out of Wen Nan's room, and even slammed the door so hard it echoed with a "bang," as if something terrifying in the room posed a grave threat if they didn't get away.

Wen Nan looked at the closed door, lost in thought.

He instinctively tilted his neck back, trying to see above his head.

However, halfway through, an image of the twelve runes on the secret door flashed in his mind, making his neck stiffen immediately.

His brow furrowed, and his face turned grave.

In a trance, he recalled everything just now—him lying on the bed repeatedly, looking at the runes on the secret door, thinking of a key point, and then, as if his brain was overloaded, falling asleep.

This time, Wen Nan didn't look up at the runes but lowered his gaze to his palm—in his palm, the circular driving pattern faintly glowed with golden light...

His head felt both sore and swollen, the temples throbbed, and once again, Wen Nan felt dizziness and headache.

He clenched his fists, no longer looking at the golden pattern on his palm, shook his head forcefully, trying to stay awake, and quickly walked across the hall to the door.

The moment he left the room, it was like surfacing from turbulent waters, the suffocating feeling vanished instantly, and his five senses cleared up.

Wen Nan took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.

After a moment's contemplation, he stepped down the stairs.

Arriving in front of the alchemist's secret room door, Wen Nan raised his hand and knocked, but received no response.

After some thought, he took out the pair of keys given to him by Leng Leng and Qingqing before, unlocked the door with a click.

Pushing the door open and stepping inside, the scene inside was exactly the same as when Wen Nan first entered—

In the pitch-black room, a sky full of stars was within reach, countless large and small stars surrounded Wen Nan, rotating slowly.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch one of them, when suddenly, a familiar voice sounded from behind:

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

Yu Shouling had somehow traversed the corridor leading to the underground laboratory, entering this room on the fourth floor.

She still wore that "Thousand Faces" look, with her long hair tied back with a wooden hairpin, a ruby nestled between her collarbones, reflecting an unusual sheen under the starlight.

Walking slowly to Wen Nan, she extended her hand and lightly tapped one of the stars, which flickered like a firefly and flew away.

"Are these stars also your work?" Wen Nan asked.

Yu Shouling shook her head, "They were left by my father. He was a Great Demon Master proficient in astrology.

"My father once said that this world first had astrology, from which physics was derived, then alchemy, from which chemistry evolved...

"Magic, science, in his view, are essentially one, only differing in methods and means for the sole existence of benefiting humanity."

A thought crossed Wen Nan's mind.

When Yu Shouling first mentioned her father, Wen Nan wanted to ask her whether she referred to the Creator God, the Great Demon Master Ah Rham who crafted the Divine Staff Fragment.

However, from the background introduction of this game world in the system, it's known that the Great Demon Master Ah Rham passed away a hundred years ago, yet Yu Shouling looked at most in her early twenties, the timeline didn't match at all.

Setting aside this thought, Wen Nan posed another, more urgent question:

"Miss Ling, do you have something here that can prevent certain esoteric magic artifacts from invading a person's consciousness, causing them to fall asleep, like a potion?"

Upon hearing Wen Nan's question, Yu Shouling turned, looking directly at him.

With darkness all around, only the stars glowed, and the starlight fell into Yu Shouling's black pupils, illuminating them with countless small lights, adding an exotic charm to her eyes.

Thinking his description might be too vague, Wen Nan attempted to explain again: "It's just that some mechanisms, maybe devices, seem to have some kind of special hypnotic effect. Do you have something here that could help break—"

"—Don't go near that secret room."

Before Wen Nan could finish speaking, Yu Shouling interrupted him.

Her voice was calm, but what she said was cold:

"Behind that door lies a place of no return."