Chapter 16 The Infant Room

Before long, Feng Bujue followed the sound of crying to the hospital's infant room.

Jue-ge was quite familiar with monsters like ghost infants, having encountered one in the Ye Jie High School scenario. Back then, his combat power was no different from an ordinary person, and he still managed to deal with the monster. So, at this moment, he felt somewhat confident.

"It sounds like there's more than one..." Feng Bujue realized this as he approached the door of the infant room. "Could there be some kind of ambush when I open the door..." he thought. "Do I need to get all the candy before I can open this door?" He tilted his head, frowning, and muttered, "Hmm... come to think of it, newborns can't eat candy, can they? Or maybe the babies of the Monster Kingdom have super-strong digestive systems from birth?"

He hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. After all, there were no obvious signs of impending death here, and the level of terror wasn't as obvious as in Room 109.

Upon entering, Feng Bujue found himself in a rectangular space of about seventy or eighty square meters, with dozens of mini cribs neatly arranged. The small beds were surrounded by railings, presumably to prevent the infants from falling out.

After shining his flashlight around, Jue-ge discovered that... there were only five cribs occupied by babies in total, four of which were in the four corners of the infant room, and the remaining one was in the crib closest to the door.

The four distant babies were all crying, but the one near the door was very quiet...

"Hmm... as the saying goes... a biting dog doesn't bark..." Feng Bujue muttered, taking out his folding knife while shining the flashlight on the infant closest to him.

As a result, the child actually raised a hand to cover his face and spoke, "Hey! What do you think you're doing? Trying to blind me? Move the light!" His voice was astounding, sounding like a young man in his twenties or thirties, articulate and with a thick black accent.

For a moment, Feng Bujue thought he was hallucinating, because the voice was so comical in this environment, completely dissolving the atmosphere of horror with a single sentence.

"What's going on? Is that you, Chris?" He slowly moved the flashlight away and took two steps forward. (Here, Jue-ge made an inappropriate joke; the Chris he was referring to was Chris Rock.)

"Who?" the baby replied. "What kind of crap are you talking about? My name is Martin."

"Uh... sorry..." Feng Bujue had now clearly seen the other person's appearance. The "Martin" before him was indeed an infant, but judging by his size, he wasn't a newborn, but a child about seven or eight months old. Also... his skin was indeed black, and he had a pointed horn on his head that resembled a lightning rod.

"Are you the security guard here?" Martin looked up at Jue-ge and asked.

"Yes," Feng Bujue replied.

"Oh, perfect timing. Can you shut those four little punks up? They're driving me crazy," Martin said, sitting up and pointing to the other four infants in the four corners of the room. At this moment, those children were still crying.

"Hmm... what should I do?" Feng Bujue asked.

"Do I have to teach you everything? How did you get so big, kid?" Martin retorted. "Even a blind man can see they're hungry. Hurry up and find a way to feed them!"

"I see... you want me to breastfeed them..." Jue-ge responded. "Hmm... I know a nurse..." He gestured with his hand in front of his chest, as if supporting a heavy object. "Maybe she can help..."

"Are you f***ing crazy?" Martin continued to curse in his rhythmic, rap-like tone. "Don't you even know what babies eat?" His words were punctuated with the "f" word, and in the continuous tense.

"Whoa... Mr. Martin, you're not very old, but you sure know how to swear..." Feng Bujue retorted.

Martin glared at Feng Bujue and gave him the middle finger with his short, stubby hand.

"Okay..." Feng Bujue also understood that arguing wouldn't lead to any progress. He also realized that the children of the Monster Kingdom didn't need breastfeeding, so he asked, "Then... please tell me, what should I feed them?"

"Vomit! What else could it be?" Martin replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Huh?"

"Are you making that expression to emphasize the fact that you're an idiot?" Martin continued.

After a brief moment of surprise and hesitation, Jue-ge quickly made a deduction. He pondered, "The sandwich... so that's how it's used..." He took a deep breath. "In a sense, this script is truly challenging..."

"What are you muttering about?" Martin urged, pointing to a certain spot in the room. "The bottles are over there. You puke into them and screw on the caps. Have I made myself clear enough? Or can't you even understand what I'm saying?"

"Hmm... it's very clear..." Feng Bujue said solemnly, walking towards the direction the other person had pointed.

He had the look of someone about to make a heroic sacrifice.

The notification [Side Quest Triggered] rang in his ears.

The words [Feed the Four Monster Infants with Vomit] also appeared in the task bar.

Clear mission instructions, a simple and instantly manageable task line. None of that was a problem; the only problem was... the content of the mission.

Jue-ge quickly walked to a long table against the wall. On the table was a metal tray with four bottles that looked like baby bottles. The tray and the bottom of the bottles were all covered with a viscous liquid of an odd color, which didn't look like milk at all...

"Heh... this is convenient. No need to wash them after feeding..." Feng Bujue said, placing the flashlight on the table and reaching out to open the bottles one by one.

Next was the "food preparation" step...

"Think positive..." Feng Bujue took out the plastic bag from his pocket. The moment he opened the seal, a putrid, moldy stench assaulted his nostrils. "At least I don't have to worry about having nothing in my stomach, and I don't have to stick my fingers down my throat."

Jue-ge took out the sandwich and bit into it. His plan was to quickly finish it off, swallow the thing in three or five bites, and then quickly vomit it all up. He didn't expect that... with the first bite, he felt like he'd been hit.

The disgusting nature of this sandwich far exceeded his expectations... The overflowing rancid juice, the mold clinging to his teeth, the wriggling maggots... all were extreme challenges to human physiology and psychology.

Thriller Paradise had always been remarkably realistic in simulating such disgusting substances. For the average person... this bite might have been enough to force them to immediately rage quit, because the torment was simply unbearable...

But Feng Bujue... his eyes quickly turned from surprise to anger.

As if he had made up his mind, he fiercely drove his jaws, grinding the clumps of unidentified matter into pieces and swallowing them all down.

Then, after about five seconds of brewing, he lowered his head and vomited, filling the first bottle.

"Okay... three more bottles..." He picked up the remaining sandwiches with determination and took another bite...

And so, five minutes later, Feng Bujue successfully filled the four bottles with vomit and put the nipples on them.

"Hmph... that's all there is to it! Hahahaha!" He laughed a few times, as if he had accomplished some great feat, then scurried over to a sink not far away, turned on the faucet, and began to rinse his mouth...

Fortunately, the tap water in the Monster Kingdom... was still tap water. If the pipes were flowing with sulfur or something, Feng Bujue really wouldn't know what to do.

He gargled, rinsed, and retched for a long time, finally getting rid of about seventy or eighty percent of the taste in his mouth. Then, he took out chewing gum from his pocket, shoved all three sticks into his mouth at once, and chewed vigorously.

"Is this mission even designed for humans?" Jue-ge put the four bottles on the tray and walked towards the first infant in the corner of the room. "Although I'm playing a monster in the script, the system should know I'm a player, right..."

The subsequent steps were much simpler. As soon as the monster infants saw Jue-ge carrying the "food" over, they raised their hands and their cries turned into babbling sounds. As soon as Feng Bujue extended the bottle, it was snatched away. Watching the children suck on the liquid in the bottle with relish, even Jue-ge couldn't help but look sideways...

"Ah~ much quieter now." When the four children had all quieted down, Martin at the door breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Bujue put the tray down and walked back towards the door. He glanced at the game menu and found that the task hadn't been checked off, so it seemed he had to report back to Martin.

"I feel like... in this universe, and in any other universe... there's nothing I can't do anymore," Jue-ge said with emotion, standing in front of Martin, his tone ethereal. At this moment, his inner thoughts were: If the reward for this task is garbage, I'm going to stab you to death...

"Not bad, brother," Martin replied. "If they kept making noise, I'd have a nervous breakdown." He paused and asked, "By the way, you got any smokes?"

Feng Bujue stared blankly at the "infant" before him, then silently took out the half-pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it over...

Martin casually took one, put it in his mouth, then looked up at Jue-ge and shrugged.

Since his subtext was obvious, Jue-ge didn't say anything... he just took out his lighter and lit the cigarette for the other party.

"Phew..." Martin exhaled a smoke ring with a look of ecstasy and a mature demeanor. "Ah... it's been so long since I've had a smoke."

"You can have the whole pack..." Feng Bujue said, placing the cigarettes and lighter on the other person's crib.

"Heh... thanks then." Martin smiled, a smile that was as terrifying as it was. "I think you're a pretty good guy, and you've helped me out a lot, so I'll give you something as a token of my appreciation..."