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Seven-Day Vacation at Tianmi Hotel [Opening: The Dungeon Arrives, Rules Announced, The Four Assemble] At 6:00 PM, Physics, Chemistry, Chinese, and Math were thrown into the Infinite Flow dungeon "Tianmi Hotel." The setting was clear: clearing the dungeon earns points, and accumulating one billion points allows a return to reality. However, dying inside means becoming an uncontrolled NPC of the hotel. Players can share resources and trade items to survive. Charlie, the hotel butler dressed in an exquisite uniform, suddenly appeared in the lobby, his tone polite yet cold: "Welcome to Tianmi Hotel. You have all received your room keys. I hope you enjoy a peaceful holiday. If you have any needs, you can find me here in the lobby on the first floor." As he finished, his form turned into a dark shadow and vanished silently. English sat stiffly on the sofa clutching a firecracker, looking restless, his gaze frequently darting toward Chinese, who was holding tea, as if guarding a precious treasure. Physics was the first to break the silence, saying solemnly: "If we want to leave alive, we must stick together. I found three hard rules for the hotel at the front desk: 1. The hotel only has three floors; you must never go to other floors. 2. Every morning at 9:00 AM, everyone must gather in the lobby to check in and complete the wake-up activity; no lateness allowed. 3. After 10:00 PM, it is strictly forbidden to step out of your room; violators proceed at their own risk. For the seven-day holiday, signed: Butler Charlie." Chemistry stood by Physics, his long silver-white hair obscuring the deep thoughts in his eyes. Math spoke nonchalantly, leaning close to Chinese's ear with a playful smirk: "This place is quite eerie. If you're scared, I can stay close and protect you." Chinese simply took a sip of tea and declined politely: "No need. If you're the one who's scared, just don't go crying about it." With that, Chinese turned to the front desk to collect the room cards. The desk provided keys for four rooms: 302, 303, 201, and 203. Physics frowned: "Only four rooms assigned, how should we distribute them?" He glanced at his companion, a hint of concern in his eyes: "Chemistry and I will share a room, any objections?" Chinese was the first to respond: "That's fine. I'll take 201." Math followed immediately, picking up the key for room 202 and stepping toward 201's door: "A-Wen, if you don't stay with me, aren't you afraid I'll get angry?" Chinese didn't answer and walked away. English straightened his collar, took the key for 302, and said softly: "Goodnight, everyone." English gave Physics a meaningful look; Physics gave a polite smile and turned to instruct Chemistry: "You're sleeping on the sofa, no arguments." Chemistry nodded, and the two walked toward their room. [Night One: Strange Noises at Midnight, Corridor Monster Ambush] The four settled into their respective rooms. Physics and Chemistry shared a European-style room with simple furnishings: a large bed and a north-facing window overlooking a water garden behind the hotel. The twilight falling on the water felt eerily unsettling. Physics stood by the window on guard, while Chemistry sat on the edge of the bed, staring expressionlessly at the door. Late at night, a sudden knocking sounded: "Knock, knock, knock—" The air in the room froze. Chemistry looked cautiously at the door as the knocking grew more frantic. Physics yanked the door open, but the hallway was empty, save for a passing night breeze. He closed the door and looked at Chemistry: "Since it's come looking for us, we must figure out the survival threshold of this dungeon." Chemistry's voice was flat and certain: "I will protect you." The unease outside did not dissipate; instead, eerie creaking sounds echoed in the corridor. Physics sensed the atmospheric pressure shifting and pushed the door open to investigate. Just as he stepped out, a dark dagger sliced through the air, grazing past him and cutting a lock of his hair. Chemistry instantly summoned his iron longsword, going into a high-alert stance. A distorted monster emerged from the ceiling: it wasn't a complete human form, but a "Rotten Cotton Lion Head" stitched together from countless faces and severed limbs. Each limb held a weapon, moving with a sickening wet sound and wooden creaks. Blocked by the floorboards, its movements were faint ten paces away, yet it closed in on them step by step. A cold light flashed in Physics' eyes as he lashed out with his black whip. The whip cracked through the air, sending several short blades tumbling from the monster's body, which dissolved into red mist upon hitting the wall. The monster's body reformed the blades to counterattack. Chemistry stood behind Physics, stating calmly: "I'll cover you." Physics whipped aside the obstacles in their path, and Chemistry leaped up, his metal sword piercing straight into the top of the monster in the cold light. After the blade sank into the flesh and a piercing shriek rang out, the corridor fell into dead silence; the monster was completely slain. The two breathed heavily, their nerves still taut, when the door to 302 creaked open. English stepped out slowly, looking at their bloodied swords and the marks on the floor, feigning panic: "What happened? Do you need me to help heal your wounds?" Physics grunted and turned away, while Chemistry remained on guard, the blood on his sword slowly evaporating into black mist. Physics said coldly: "No need for your fake kindness, just look after yourself." Chemistry silently watched the blue-glowing item in Physics' hand, remaining quiet. [Disturbance Next Door: Math in Danger, Chinese Intervenes] On the other side, as the 9:00 PM bell tolled, crows cawed noisily outside. Math reclined bored on the large bed, fiddling with an iris-patterned ring. A door closed next door—it was the couple who had checked in together earlier that day. At 10:00 PM sharp, the entire hotel fell into a deathly silence. A muffled thud came from inside the wall; Math's heart tightened, and he pressed his ear against the surface to listen. The sounds of shifting wood and faint moans persisted. Math forced down his discomfort, but suddenly noticed dark red blood seeping from the corner of his room, like stagnant, clotted gore. Startled, he pushed the door open into the danger-filled corridor. The door next door was slightly ajar, and a heavy stench of blood wafted out. A man covered in bandages and holding a bloody axe stood in the room—it was Butler Charlie, transformed into a dungeon monster. Charlie removed his leather gloves, brushed back his hair, his mouth stained with fresh blood: "Another disobedient little mouse." The axe, trailing a cold light, swung toward Math. Math dodged nimbly, evading the lethal strikes. Charlie's attacks were ferocious, most of the axe blows missing and smashing into the walls. The massive commotion woke Chinese in the next room. Chinese pushed his door open and stepped out, his expression calm yet annoyed: "Can't you just rest peacefully at night instead of making a scene?" A blade lunged straight toward Chinese, and Math shouted a warning: "Watch out!"