Chapter 351 The Eighteenth Hell
Kayden had already tried everything to win Tilda back and got nothing. But this matter was related to Justin. He had to think of a much more careful approach.
Two days passed in a blur. Today, Tilda wasn’t hanging out with Mystro for once. Instead, she showed up at Fairville’s underground gaming hub. The locals called it “The Eighteenth Hell.” The name wasn’t hard to figure out.
The gamers here weren’t the kind anyone wanted to cross. Thugs, gangsters… Others would find individuals with different shady jobs there. Good people didn’t last long there. Only the ruthless survived. The Eighteenth Hell was loaded with games others would never see in a regular store. Those things were way too wild for official release. But even though the content was insane, the games themselves were top-tier. Anyone could tell the creators had poured their efforts into them. They hated bland, predictable games where they could guess the ending in five minutes. They loved dark, complex stories that made them think, argue, or even start trends. Those kinds of games couldn’t go mainstream, so places like that were the only refuge. Creators made games to satisfy themselves. Their focus was on creating the game they wanted, without caring what anyone else thought. It wasn’t about the money. It was for all the players who longed for that kind of game.
At that moment, Tilda walked in. She was bundled up in a mask, scarf, and a puffy jacket, hands tucked in pockets. She stood out instantly. A few thugs noticed she was new. Seeing her nice figure, their eyes lit up with greed as they started hitting on her.
“Hey, gorgeous. Coming to The Eighteenth Hell alone? Brave move.” “Where’re you from? Got a boyfriend?” “Not many girls show up here. You’re making my heart race.”
One of them couldn’t hold back any longer. He reached out, trying to yank off Tilda’s scarf and mask. He wanted to see if her face matched her body. Tilda just glared at him coldly. She grabbed his hand and twisted it.
Crack!
The sound of breaking bones echoed. The thug’s sleazy smirk vanished instantly, replaced by a look of pain. He let out a shrill scream. The others panicked at how easily he went down and charged at her.
“How dare you hurt him?! You’re fucking dead!” “I’m gonna teach you a lesson today!”
Tilda didn’t even flinch. She kicked the closest guy, sending him flying. The rest weren’t spared either. She hit their stomachs, thighs, toes, and every spot that hurt the most. In under ten seconds, all the thugs were flat on the ground, groaning in pain. Tilda walked toward the arcade without a blink. Everyone else saw what went down and didn’t dare challenge her. They just stared, eyes wide with a mix of fear and respect, watching her walk off.
In The Eighteenth Hell, there were no rules. Even if someone got beaten to death, nobody would call the cops. At most, the manager would come clean it up. Here, survival of the fittest ruled. The weak got crushed, and the strong ran everything. Fights rarely got so extreme that someone actually died. Even though the authorities mostly ignored places like that, a real death would make a huge mess. They’d have to step in.
Tilda approached the entrance of The Eighteenth Hell. A big skull marked the door, warning that chaos awaited inside. She didn’t hesitate, opened it, and stepped in. The place was packed inside. Everyone was huddled around a single arcade machine, shouting excitedly, “King! King! King!” Tilda glanced up and immediately recognized him. Harry was dressed exactly like the last time she’d seen him at the amusement park. He was gripping the joystick, adrenaline rushing as he battled the other players. When “victory” flashed across the screen, the crowd erupted.
“Wow! King is amazing! That’s 18 wins straight! He’s the absolute boss of The Eighteenth Hell!”