Possessive Madman Coaxes Him With a Hand on His Waist! The Cold-Hearted Host Starts to Feel Something - Chapter 64

“If you’ve finished bathing, please come out and meet the master as soon as possible.” The man’s tone was calm and even—neither humble nor arrogant.

Once he finished speaking, he turned and left the bathroom without waiting for a response.

Or perhaps he hadn’t expected an answer at all.

Li Cheng glanced at the neatly folded clothes beside him. He stood, got dressed, and stepped barefoot out of the transparent bathroom.

The icy floor chilled his pale feet to the bone, turning the skin a faint, rosy pink.

When he opened the bathroom door, Li Cheng scanned the area with sharp vigilance.

Everything around him was made of semi-transparent materials, with countless holographic screens flickering between red and blue lights.

It gave the unsettling feeling of being watched—every second, from every angle.

It was suffocating.

He kept walking.

The corridor stretched straight ahead, illuminated by soft indicator lights leading the way.

On both sides stood strange specimens—some preserved in jars of formalin, others sealed within transparent display cases.

Li Cheng’s breath hitched for half a second before he forced himself to move on.

A half-man, half-snake creature floated in one jar, soft scales curling from the corners of his eyes as he slumbered beneath the chemical surface.

Nearby, a woman with wings folded around herself stood motionless inside glass, serene yet eerie, as if she might awaken at any moment.

Beautiful. Seductive. Dangerous.

There were also grotesque half-beasts, and even unidentifiable forms—monsters and chimeras beyond comprehension.

It was enough to make anyone’s skin crawl.

As Li Cheng walked, he came to a conclusion:

This place looked like some kind of advanced… laboratory.

He curled his fingers slightly. “Danger level, report.”

【Fox Host, danger index here is 9999+.】

What???

Still fine.

Li Cheng exhaled, relaxing his hand a little.

At the end of the hallway loomed a massive door—several times larger than a normal one, sealed without the slightest gap.

As soon as he stepped close, the door sensed his presence and slid open automatically.

Crossing through it, he found himself in a very different scene.

Though the high-tech chill remained, this space felt more… lived-in. A vase of fresh flowers even sat atop a sleek table.

Compared to the sterile horror of before, this almost felt normal.

It looked like a lounge of sorts—spacious, but not oppressive.

The man in the white lab coat from before sat waiting on the sofa.

When Li Cheng entered, he smiled faintly. “Mr. Li, please, have a seat.”

After a pause, he added, “Mr. Zhou will be here shortly.”

Mr. Zhou?

Who was that?

【Fox Host, that’s the villain—Zhou Ci, head of the Weapon Research Center in the Realm of Illusions. Every demon and beast here fears him.】

A villain?

Interesting.

Li Cheng approached the sofa and sat down properly.

Just then, the main door opened, and a tall, cold-faced man walked in.

【He’s here, Fox Host.】

Li Cheng’s gaze deepened.

Tall. That was his first impression.

The man was dressed entirely in black, the cut of his clothes emphasizing the faint, taut lines of muscle beneath. His expression was shadowed, severe, his features sharp and striking, and his eyes—those eyes—were utterly devoid of warmth.

He held a stack of white documents in one hand. The crisp white only made his aura more oppressive, more dangerous.

A leather strap wrapped around his forearm, bulging slightly with something hidden underneath.

Everything about him radiated the same unspoken warning: If you want to live, don’t test my patience.

Li Cheng’s gaze flicked toward the strap. That shape…

Was that a gun?

【Yes, the most advanced weapon in this world—the Soul Extractor.】
【It’s what demons and beasts fear most. One shot means instant death—its lethality is unmatched.】
【In this realm where humans, demons, and beasts coexist, humans hold absolute power.】

When the man approached, the doctor immediately stood up from his seat.

“Sir.”

He stepped aside and bowed slightly, posture strict and disciplined.

Li Cheng stayed still, watching as the man drew closer.

When Zhou Ci reached him, he dropped the papers in front of Li Cheng with a sharp “thud.”

Across the translucent surface of the table, glowing lines shimmered to life, catching the falling pages before they hit the ground.

The title printed on top read: Marriage Agreement Consent Form.

His voice, though deep and pleasant, carried an icy edge—cold, detached, as though even speaking was a waste of effort.

“Sign it.”