Cheat Awakening-Chapter 676 - . Echoes of a Noisy Night

"Good morning, Yawn~" Myne greeted the tentacle uncle as he entered the kitchen for breakfast. However, having worked late into the night teaching some disciples to his slave and slept quite late, he was still very sleepy.

"Good morning?"

The tentacle uncle cast a confused gaze at the window, where everything outside was shrouded in thick darkness. He couldn't fathom from which angle this was "good" or a "morning," given that it had been nearly two years since the sun last shone.

Nonetheless, he responded expressionlessly and, instead of continuing his breakfast, simply stared at Myne.

"What?" Myne asked, noticing his unblinking gaze—which gave off an unsettling vibe—couldn't help but ask.

"Did you enjoy last night?" The tentacle uncle, who seemed to be waiting for this question, responded immediately.

"What? How do you... were you eavesdropping on my room?" Shocked by the question, Myne shot him an unfriendly look.

"You're taking my humble apartment a bit too seriously. The soundproofing here isn't as robust as you think. Also, our rooms are right next to each other. Even if I didn't want to, I could still hear your notice crystal clear. If you don't want others to hear your sounds of ice and fire, you should cover your woman's damn mouth next time."

Hearing the tentacle uncle's complaint, which sounded like he was holding back his anger from a sleepless night, Myne was speechless and could only offer a shameless smile.

"Sorry, I thought you were going to spend the night in the warehouse... playing with your new toy. I didn't expect you to return so soon. Otherwise, I would have stopped Eva from making so loud noise," Myne apologized, but a smug smirk played on his lips. He didn't take the widower uncle seriously, who hadn't touched a woman in years, and assumed the other party was just jealous.

"By the way, did you notice anything strange on your way down?" The tentacle uncle's expression remained stone-like, unchanged by Myne's playful smirk.

As a 30-year-old widower who had remained single to care for his daughter, and after her death, spent years in a dark lab trying to find a way to just communicate with her again, he didn't care about such childish matters.

He had long discarded those trivial things. Instead, he thought about the woman in red, especially the murderous aura she had emitted when he saw her last night. A smile, like one taking pleasure in another's misfortune, appeared on his lips, but he quickly hid it before Myne could see. He didn't want to ruin someone's surprise.

"No, why?" Myne asked casually, putting a piece of baked monster meat into his mouth.

"Nothing. You'll find out when you return to your room." The tentacle uncle didn't spoil the suspense and began eating his breakfast, pondering some problems he had encountered while making his toy. At that moment, Myne, who disliked riddles, tried to peek into his thoughts with { ? }, but found no useful information as the other had already changed his thought channel.

"What the hell is he talking about?" Myne muttered, a bad feeling creeping over him, seeing the tentacle uncle's mysterious behaviour.

He quickly tried to recall if he had missed anything on his way down, but he had been half-asleep and hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings.

Because the tentacle uncle had successfully ruined his good mood, Myne quickly finished his breakfast half-heartedly before rushing towards the staircase.

As he reached the first floor, he noticed the first abnormal thing. The woman in red's cursed knife was deeply embedded in the wall, as if it had been thrown with great force.

"Did someone sneak into the apartment last night?" Myne wondered, but he didn't dare touch the cursed knife since he had no protective measures. He decided to talk to the woman in red and remind her to retrieve her knife.

Thinking this, Myne knocked on her door, wondering who would dare invade their apartment and why the tentacle uncle was acting so mysteriously as hunting down unexpected intruders had been his hobby for the past two years, it shouldn't be anything new for him.

"Weird, did she go out shopping again?" After knocking several times without getting a response, Myne decided to return later and hurried towards the second floor.

"F*ck! This can't be the shit I'm thinking about. How can there be such a coincidence?" Myne shuddered with fear, looking at the scrape mark on his door. They looked like random scrapes up close, but from a distance, they formed a word everyone knew too well.

Seeing the word "DIE" on his room door, Myne could already guess where this script was heading.

"Damn it, when I desperately wanted her to come to my room and deepen our bond, she never showed up. But when she was pretending to be angry and didn't even want to talk to me, she showed up at the wrong place at the wrong time to ruin everything. What a mess."

She's going to kill me, thinking I cheated on her, even though we haven't entered a proper relationship yet," Myne muttered helplessly, exhaling a long, heavy sigh.

If I had known she would visit, I would've clamped Eva's mouth shut with clothes. It's all that idiot's fault—who told her to scream so loudly just to set the mood and stroke my ego? Myne cursed shamelessly, shifting all the blame onto Eva, even though he was the one who had been f*cking her like a beast, ignoring her pleas to stop.

But considering their upcoming final battle, where they would undoubtedly need every combatant they could muster, and knowing the woman in red was a crucial asset he couldn't afford to lose, and, of course, because he considered her a friend, Myne shook his head, cursing his bad luck, and made his way towards her room, ready to be a punching bag to coax her.

"No wonder that bastard showed no reaction to my taunts. He was laughing at me inwardly, treating me like a joker."

Click!

"No matter what, this new ability of mine is definitely the dream skill of every thief and assassin in any world," Trying to calm his pounding heart, Myne joked weakly before slowly pushing the door open and stepping inside.

But after seeing the state of the room, his brain almost convinced his body to turn around and flee as far from her as possible. Unfortunately, his desperate desire to return home—along with the stubborn insistence of his heart (and a certain other body part)—made him ignore the relentless warning signals screaming in his skull. He closed the door behind him.

Almost all the furniture in the woman in red's living room had been violently thrown against the walls, shattered into pieces, and now lay scattered on the ground, a pile of wreckage.

Many of her favourite cursed knives had suffered a similar fate, broken and nicked from their attempts to destroy the solid walls, bearing deep cut marks that testified to their desperate use before being discarded like trash.

The word "Die" seemed to hold a special place in her heart, as she had scrawled it across all four living room walls with such visceral hatred that the words seemed alive, imbued with raw emotion. Even someone unaware of the situation could grasp the artist's mental state and the grim fate awaiting the culprit.

"Maybe she's not home. I should come back later when she's calmed down a bit..."

Thud!

"What was that sound?"

Thud!

Just as Myne was convincing himself to leave and seek comfort in Eva's warm embrace, the sound of something sharp striking wood echoed through the house. It was too heavy to be a knife chopping meat.

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Thud!

Swallowing nervously, Myne prayed that his head wouldn't be the next thing on that chopping board. eling himself, he crept toward the kitchen.

He cracked the door open and peeked inside—only to freeze in stunned disbelief.

The woman in red had always been a reserved, modest girl—neatly dressed, never revealing too much skin, almost too pure. In the three days he'd known her, he'd never seen her tie up her messy hair, let alone wear lipstick or any kind of makeup.

But today?

Her hair was sleek, tied into a ponytail. Light makeup accentuated her features, dark lipstick glistening on her full lips. And her outfit—a babydoll net dress with lace fish-cut trim—left nothing to the imagination, as she wore nothing beneath it, and everything was presented before Myne's eyes.

Myne couldn't comprehend how the naive, innocent woman had transformed into this bold, daring seductress with… very nice tastes. Yet deep down, he had to admit: with that makeup and outfit, he was utterly captivated by her.

Thud!