Jiang Qianyu sat on the edge of the apartment rooftop, her short little legs dangling in the air and swinging gently. Hands cupping her cheeks, she completely ignored the abyssal view beneath her feet.
Perched atop the seven-story building, the sky was pitch black and the entire structure lay shrouded in near-total darkness.
Honestly, with her current body’s resilience, falling was impossible. Even if she did fall—it wouldn’t matter. She felt no pain. A quick reassembly later, and she’d be back.
To be frank, she never imagined such a thrill would ever happen to her.
One glance downward sent her heart pounding.
Exactly like watching dozens of tenants swarm the fourth floor to gang up on those few Hunters.
Strictly speaking, today was her first day of rebirth.
Though six full years had passed in between, to her, it felt like the blink of an eye. Yesterday, she was an orphanage director at others’ mercy. Today, a minor villain lurking in the shadows.
Her life brimmed with drama—yet she could only passively accept it all.
Tucking a stray strand of hair, loosened by the night breeze, behind her ear, Jiang Qianyu spoke calmly, “I won’t eat you. But we need to make a deal.”
She glanced at the girl in white beside her. Her gaze lingered only a moment on the semi-transparent form. “You and your mother will never be separated again. This place will always be your home. I know you hate those tenants deeply—the harm they caused you and your mother, everything they did.”
“Rest assured, they will pay. But not yet. They can’t die just yet.”
“If they die, police will swarm and seal this place. More Hunters will intervene. Neither you nor your mother could escape.”
“Besides… simply killing them would be letting them off too easily, don’t you think?”
The girl in white simply gazed at Jiang Qianyu. After a brief pause, she gave a slight nod—and vanished into the night.
The Tomorrow Apartment hadn’t yet met Class A mission criteria, but it was close. Jiang Qianyu knew the core requirement for a Class A mission lay in the location itself.
Under her influence, the building was already halfway there.
The location now held tangible influence—and the tenants were key.
This inevitably led to the woman in white and her daughter.
Before reaching the rooftop, Jiang had believed the sole “BOSS” was the woman. Only after seeing the little girl did she realize: the woman was merely one BOSS—and a minor one at that.
The true terror of this mission was the daughter.
She controlled every tenant in the building. Not a single one suspected a thing.
They lived inside a fabricated world—behaving normally outside, but transforming upon returning to Tomorrow Apartment.
With just one thought from her, they’d move like mindless zombies, kitchen knives in hand, chopping any intruder to mincemeat.
This explained the building’s eerie vibe upon her arrival—and why tenants had all gathered outside the fourth-floor room.
The girl showed no distinction between friend or foe. She harbored utter hostility toward anyone staying overnight. Had Jiang not subdued her, communication would’ve been impossible.
Notably, the girl and her mother weren’t even on the same side.
Compared to the daughter, the woman in white resembled a single-celled organism—mindlessly cycling through slaughter and death. Her daughter’s restraint had previously kept her from attacking tenants. Recently, for unknown reasons, the woman’s power intensified, breaking free of control.
That’s how those tenants died.
Without her rampage, this building’s secret might have stayed hidden for years.
After all, most residents here were beings “abandoned” by the world—no one noticed them. No one cared.
“The Nightwatchers always loudly proclaim their duty is to eliminate monsters lurking in darkness.”
“For eerie legends and supernatural horrors? Right up their alley.”
“But… what about living humans?”
Jiang Qianyu murmured to herself. She was curious—what could these five Nightwatchers truly accomplish against thirty-five tenants?
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“Captain! We can’t hold them anymore!” Liu Yongkang sweated bullets. They’d barricaded the door with every movable item from the living room—still not enough.
Outside, the crowd seemed limitless in stamina: brutally strong, unnervingly resilient.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The violent pounding weighed on every heart. The five Hunters’ faces darkened with dread.
Those things weren’t knocking—they were smashing the door down!
One swung a kitchen knife, hacking furiously at the wood. Within minutes, the door was splintered beyond recognition. Worse—a burly man over 185 cm tall arrived, fire axe in hand.
The dozens of tenants, frenzied like cultists, actually coordinated. They parted as he climbed, clearing a path. He planted himself before the trembling door, swung the axe with all his might—
Crack!
Wood splinters flew. The female Hunter inside turned deathly pale.
They’d come for the woman in white—a ghost—but never imagined things would spiral like this.
Call them Hunters, battle-hardened veterans.
Call them what they were: mortal flesh.
All five could resist spiritual or soul-based attacks.
But physically? Barely above ordinary humans.
Truth was: a direct spiritual blast from the ghost? They’d likely walk away unscathed.
But one axe blow from that brute to the face? Absolutely, unquestionably dead.
They weren’t Grade A Hunters—let alone Grade S.
“Stay calm!” the captain barked.
“Something’s wrong! They’re being controlled by psychic energy!”
He fought to steady the team. Only calm offered a sliver of survival.
“On my signal—we charge out! Outside looks crowded, but many are elderly or frail. Break through, find the controller, eliminate the source—we’re safe!”
“B-b-but where’s the source?!”
“The rooftop! It’s on the rooftop—I can feel it!” the captain shot back.
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