Chapter 228: Don’t Say Tablet

Red sat up from the sofa, having no idea how long he had been in that position.

He prepared to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

He didn’t dare go back to sleep.

He didn’t want to experience that feeling of despair and suffocation a second time.

Arriving at the bathroom, Red cupped some water and splashed it onto his face.

The ice-cold temperature of the tap water gradually helped him calm down.

He looked up into the mirror.

The man reflected there had sunken eyes and a withered spirit.

He looked so haggard that he barely resembled his usual self.

“Hoo…”

Red slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and rubbed his face, trying to make himself look more energetic.

After all, he wasn’t living alone.

‘If Letia sees me like this, she’ll inevitably worry.’

But no matter how he tried to restore his usual composure, there was only one result.

He simply couldn’t do it while he was alone.

Red didn’t want his negative emotions to affect anyone else, so after staying in the bathroom for a long while, he prepared to return to the living room.

However, the moment he pushed the door open, he saw Letia standing before him in her bathrobe, looking startled.

Seeing this, Red quickly forced a strained expression and asked her, “It’s so late. Aren’t you asleep yet?”

Letia didn’t answer his question.

Her gaze swept over him for a moment before she immediately saw through his thoughts.

“Had a nightmare?”

Red wanted to defend himself at first, but after hearing Letia’s words, he could only nod with a bitter smile.

At a time like this, a lie might fool others, but in front of Letia, Red knew he was basically stripped bare.

He couldn’t hide anything.

“I dreamed of Litt…”

Letia understood everything immediately.

“If I’m here… you should feel a little better, right?”

Granted, her presence could add some vitality to Red’s current state, but deeper wounds required time to heal.

After thinking for a moment, Letia beckoned him over and spoke softly.

“Crouch down a bit.”

“What’s wrong?”

Before Red could even open his mouth, Letia grabbed his head and buried it entirely against her chest.

“Like this…” she whispered.

“Also, you’re not allowed to say the word ‘tablet’!”

Though Red didn’t understand what that last sentence meant, he had to admit that the moment Letia held him, his suppressed and desperate mental state truly improved a lot.

Even so, Red couldn’t help himself.

He raised one hand and said weakly, “It’s definitely soft, but your ribs are poking my nose…”

Before Red could finish, Letia pressed his head down firmly and spoke in an extremely dangerous tone.

“You really shouldn’t say things like that~. Think about it from another perspective. As a man, wouldn’t it feel bad if people were always saying you were small down there?”

“I understand, I understand!”

Red hurriedly affirmed.

If he let this girl choke him any longer, his bridge of his nose was going to be forfeit!

“Humph.”

Letia released his head and continued, “At least you’re sensible.”

She looked at the dazed Red with dead-fish eyes.

“I need to use the bathroom. Can you get out first? Or do you want to watch?”

“Can I say I want—”

“Go to hell!”

Before Red could finish, Letia, who had already stepped inside, sent him flying with a kick to the face.

As the bathroom door slammed shut, Red rubbed his aching face and whispered, “She’s so small, but her strength is surprisingly immense… Did all the nutrients meant for her front-facing armor go into her muscles instead?”

***

Red returned to the living room.

Because of the nightmare earlier, the spot where he had been lying was basically soaked through with sweat.

He couldn’t sit there, let alone lie down.

He had to sit on a single-person sofa nearby to adjust his mood for the time being.

Just then, Letia walked out of the bathroom.

She flicked the water off her hands and sat down opposite Red.

Seeing that Letia wasn’t going back to her room to sleep, Red looked at her with curiosity.

“What are you doing?”

Letia took a deep breath and spoke.

“Regarding Otto’s whereabouts, I’ve found a few clues.”

“Oh?”

Red was surprised.

“You’ve been staying here the whole time. Where did you get clues from?”

“Please forgive me, but I must keep that a secret.”

Letia shook her head.

The reason she knew Otto’s whereabouts was actually thanks to the Script in her head.

However… at this point, Letia was starting to have doubts.

Was this really a Script, or some kind of precognitive ability?

Based on her guesses, the information she saw was always extremely trivial and fragmented.

Even after she had prevented the “Death Ending,” the Script still surfaced in her mind.

That was a bit nonsensical.

Reasonably speaking, now that she had overhauled the Script, the Dawnblade hadn’t been wiped out or disbanded.

She hadn’t died, but Litt had.

If this were a webnovel, the readers would be pointing fingers at such a development, wouldn’t they?

This plot progression was too unconventional, so she wondered if it was actually a form of foresight.

Regardless of the possibility, it didn’t change the fact that Letia saw where Otto was going.

“Where did he go?”

Red’s expression was cold.

He knew he couldn’t beat Otto right now, so he had to endure.

As the saying goes, ten years is not too long for a gentleman to seek revenge.

One day, he would settle the score with Otto.

Letia didn’t answer immediately.

She unhurriedly brewed a cup of red tea, the steam rising in the dim light.

She gently held the porcelain cup and took an elegant sip.

After moistening her throat, she continued.

“According to the latest news from my intelligence network, Otto… isn’t just an ordinary Bishop.”

She set down the teacup, her gaze deepening.

“Before he donned those clerical robes, he was a renowned Legend-rank Adventurer. Decades ago, the Hero Party he led was powerful enough to shake the entire Dungeon’s landscape. They were unstoppable, directly piercing through the abyss-like barriers of the 40th Floor.”

Letia paused for a moment.

“However… when they stepped onto the 41st Floor, where no living being had ever been recorded, something went wrong. No one knows what happened there, but looking at the results, the entire team was wiped out. Not a single person survived except for Otto.”

Hearing this, Red immediately thought of a possibility.

“So, what you’re saying is… the reason he obtained the power of Demonization was actually so he could continue his march into the 41st Floor of the Dungeon?”