Cheat Awakening

Chapter 269: Chapter 269. Secret Hideout...

"Oye, Old Geezer, is this the hideout you've been bragging about so much?" Myne, lying on the ground, moved his eyes to observe the cabin, which was very small from the inside. Other than a wall cabinet and a wooden table, there was nothing in it.

"What do you think? Ahh, thank you, honey. I don't know what I would have done without you," Alban said, taking a potion bottle from Velvet.

"And just a moment ago, you were complaining about being called a pervert. Now, even after I, the husband of Velvet, told you not to give my wife a nickname, you're still not listening. What should I call you, a sage? Listen, old geezer, her name is Velvet, not Honey or Sweetie or something like that. Either come in line or get ready for a manly, in-depth conversation. You are crossing the line.

Also, if this small mouse hole is your hideout, then I have to say you might as well hand yourself to those vengeful spirits. At least they'll give you a better place to live. And I think that spirit in the red wedding dress seems very interested in you. Maybe you can start a family with her?"

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Myne, after regaining some of his energy, stood from the ground and spoke, holding back his anger and hiding Velvet behind him.

"Sigh, fine. I won't try my luck with your wife. Today's children know nothing about sharing. When I was young, I had sex with my best friend's wife, and he never complained a bit even after knowing about it," Alban complained angrily in a low voice.

"What did you just say?"

"I said there is no boundary for narrow-minded people like you. If you put your mind on something else rather than always being overprotective of your wife, maybe you could see the real thing. Do you idiot really think that this small cabin, in which we can hardly lay down, is called a hideout? If that's the case, then where is my food, clothes, weapon, bedding, or anything else? No idea, right?

Move that table aside. Let me show a country bumpkin like you what a real hideout looks like, so next time, if there's any, you won't make a joke of yourself and your wife," Alban taunted Myne with full disdain.

"You old geezer, just you wait. I will take my revenge," Myne muttered while gritting his teeth. Still, he moved his tired body and put aside the table, revealing a big metal door underneath it.

"Ahem, Velvet, could you please help this old man to move? In my current condition, I don't think I could climb down staircases," While was opening the basement door, Alban, who also regained some of his power after drinking that purple potion, asked with a gentle smile.

"Old geezer, you are so mean. How can you ask such a shameless thing from a fragile and beautiful lady like this? Have you smelled yourself? You smell like someone put rotten fish in a sealed box for many days before rubbing it on your entire body. Do you have any idea what kind of hellish torture I endured while carrying you on my back? Now you want to do the same thing with my little kitty?

Shame on you, old pervert, shame on you. But it's not like we have no other option. If you promise to sell me your bombs, then maybe I could help you. What do you say?" Myne asked with a playful smile, dodging Velvet's elbow attack.

"Sniff, sniff. F*ck, this smell is probably coming from those undead bastards' blood. I should have thought about it. Fine, I will sell you my bomb in exchange for some necessary goods. Now, will you help me to the bathroom? I couldn't take this smell anymore," Alban requested with an ugly face.

"Sure, but first, honey, will you go ahead and illuminate the way for us? It seems like our Mr. Old Geezer likes to live in darkness very much," Myne sneered at Alban while handing Velvet some palm-sized magic lamps that looked like glowing orbs after activating. Velvet happily took them before climbing down the staircase.

"Now, now, old geezer, let me take you to your bathroom," Myne, with an evil grin plastered on his face, grabbed Alban's right leg and before he could understand anything, Myne hurriedly entered the door, dragging Alban behind him.

"Ahhh... Not like this, idiot!" Alban screamed as he neared the staircase. However, Myne turned a blind eye and continued climbing down. The gap between each step wasn't much, and neither was the hideout too deep. The total staircase was only twenty or so steps, so Myne didn't worry that Alban might get hurt and go berserk; this was just a small prank, and he knew Alban would understand.

While Myne casually walked, dragging Alban behind, Alban, on the other hand, cursed his eighth generation for giving birth to such an evil guy. In order to avoid getting hurt again, he endured the extreme pain in his back, about which he was talking and used his hands to climb down the staircase, as Myne held his leg tightly, giving his lower side support.

"Myne! What are you doing?! How can you do something like this with Mr. Alban? Can't you see he's injured?" Velvet, who was observing Alban's hideout, saw Myne dragging Alban like trash, and Alban walking on his hands to save his life, hurriedly ran to them and criticized Myne while hammering a fist on his head.

"Ouch, it hurts... Hmm, Old Geezer, are you sure this is your hideout and not some research lab you claimed as yours after finding it?" Myne, instead of apologizing, looked around the hideout that resembled more like a research lab of some crazy scientist. Three big stone tables were placed in the main hall, equipped with various research instruments made of glass and metal.

Numerous glass jars filled with hundreds of different creatures' organs, glass tubes containing various colourful liquids, and research notes in a weird language Myne had never seen before were scattered everywhere. Metal boxes of different shapes and sizes were piled in a corner, giving off a vibe that whatever was inside them was not something normal people should see.

"Boy, if you're stuck in a ghost town alone for a few years without anyone to give you company, then you understand how much loneliness can drive a person crazy. If I didn't occupy myself with all those experiments, you might not be seeing me in this form today," Alban said in a painful voice, refusing Velvet's help to stand up.

"But what the hell are you researching? Don't tell me you want to restore those undead back to normal humes. If so, then I think it's time to give you another title other than a pervert," Myne, observing Alban's reactions closely, shook his head before asking.

"I..."

"Wait, is this a piece of a woman's skirt? Would you mind telling me why you have a woman's skirt in this jar?" Myne asked with a frown, looking at a piece of a blue colour woman's skirt floating into a big jar filled with yellow transparent liquid.

"Sigh, this is my late girlfriend's skirt piece..."

"I told you this old geezer is a pervert. I've seen many people like him who collect their women or girlfriends' clothes to do some evil things later," Myne whispered into Velvet's ear.

"Maybe you're right. I think I shouldn't get too near him anymore. But wait a minute, haven't you done the same thing before? I remember when we first time had sex, you stole my underwear..."

"Couch! Velvet, dear, that was different. That time, I just fell for you, and I didn't know when we were going to meet again. So, I took it as a relic of yours. When I miss you too much, I could masturbate while taking in your scent.

It is completely normal," Myne hastily interrupted Velvet before she embarrassed him more and explained why his action of stealing women's panties, with whom he had sex, was different from other people having their girlfriends' clothes in a glass jar.

"You both know I can hear you two very clearly, right? Now, if you're finished, let me explain why my late girlfriend's clothing is here. First of all, this is not a simple cloth but rather part of a vengeful spirit's soul. You might not know, but a vengeful spirit's clothes on their body are actually part of them, manifested from their own soul.

So, after my girlfriend fell into the hands of the vengeful spirits during our attempt to enter that damn tower, she soon became a vengeful spirit. When I saw her some months later, I fought with her many times and finally managed to cut off a small part of her soul.

I started researching it so I could free her from her current cursed condition," Alban said with a sad face while caressing the glass container in which his vengeful spirit girlfriend's soul piece was floating.

"Oye, old geezer, would you mind telling us what the hell you stored inside those boxes in your storage room? Why do they smell like rotten corpses?"

Just as Alban finished his story, Myne's voice echoed from the storage room at the end of the main hall, making veins appear on Alban's forehead.

"Those two damn kids are making me nuts now," Alban thought, hammering his fist on the stone table in front of him. He walked toward the storage room, but before he could enter, Myne and Velvet, screaming and holding their noses, ran out from it.

"Damn! Why the hell do you have so many rotten mouse corpses filled in boxes? Please tell me they aren't what I am thinking..."

"If you are thinking from a logical point of view, then they are indeed what you are thinking. They are my only ration, which, because of a lack of necessary preservation methods, has now gotten rotten beyond edibility. I forgot to throw them out," Alban replied with a poker face, gently closing the storage room door again.

"I don't know if I should have sympathy for you or be disgusted with you, but for God's sake, please throw them out. Also, where is the bathroom? I have to attend to nature's call," Myne asked with an ugly face, distancing himself from Alban.

"Go out, find a good location in the garden, and do it there. I do have a bathroom here, but that can only be used for a shower. Other things you have to do outside," Alban replied casually while picking up his notes scattered on the ground.

"But what about undead and spirits out there?"

"They will disappear after some time; just hold on till then. Also, if you and your wife want to use my bedroom, which is this room this, you have to pay for it, other rooms are not available for you guys. Alternatively, you can also sleep in the main hall, but remember, don't break anything; those things are very valuable," Alban said with a smirk on his face.

"Damn it, I knew it! You're not a good guy. I told you, Velvet," Myne complained. Still, he put a few honey buns in Alban hands before leading Velvet to the bedroom and locking the door from inside.

"Is this really a bedroom? Why does it seem like an abandoned room rather than a bedroom where someone lives?" Velvet asked, dumbfounded. She gazed at the small, empty room filled with dust and spiderwebs, as if it hadn't been used for years.

"Because it is an abandoned room. That old pervert fooled us again. This is probably an extra room he had. Better than nothing, I guess," Myne said, shaking his head. He cast a cleaning skill to rid the room of dust and spiderwebs before taking out his medium-sized bed and noise-cancelling device from Inventory.

"Finally, we have some peace. Now, I hope we don't get any more surprises," Myne said, lounging on the bed in a relaxed manner.

"Yes, we haven't had any peace since we came to this town..."

"Myne!"

"Myne!!!"

"By the way, are you hungry? Do you want to eat something?... What happened?" Velvet asked, observing Myne suddenly standing up with a frown.

"Did you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"It's as if someone is calling my name," Myne replied, furrowing his brow as he looked around confusedly.

"But I didn't hear anything," Velvet replied with a puzzled expression.

"Myne! Sweety, time to wake up!"

"..."

"MYNE!!!"