Chapter 17: No One Is Off Limits

In order to survive, the resort began to see a disturbing new trend—people started trading their bodies in place of food.

Every time the stewards came to collect supplies, the men would usher them into bedrooms, using their wives, children, and even elderly mothers to fill the shortfall.

The stewards were divided into teams, each managing a separate villa district, forming a depraved supply chain.

Eventually, things escalated. Stewards began directly “cleansing” homes—killing the men and dragging the women back for their own entertainment.

At night, the resort was often filled with chilling, piercing screams… hair-raising and horrifying.

And now, these animals had the audacity to bring their vile acts right to Mu Jiu’s doorstep.

That morning, while Mu Jiu was squatting in her backyard feeding the chickens, she heard cries for help and sobbing coming from the nearby mountainside.

Normally, she couldn’t be bothered with the resort’s mess. But this voice sounded vaguely familiar.

She immediately thought of the Gu siblings—they went into the mountains almost every day, having adapted to surviving off the land.

Frowning slightly, she closed her eyes and tapped into the spatial greenhouse’s portal mirror to check.

Just as she suspected, near an outdoor hot spring midway up the mountain, the Gu siblings had been surrounded by a group of stewards gathering firewood—about 13 in total.

Each of the siblings was pinned against the smooth stones beside the spring by two burly men. Their small frames were utterly defenseless.

The stewards, excited by the sight of the frightened, helpless siblings, grew more aroused, filthy words spilling from their mouths.

The leader of the group leaned in toward Gu Yang, sneering as he said:

“Ha! So that’s where you two little brats have been hiding—up in the mountains. No wonder we didn’t see you at your villa last night.

Not bad, huh? Pretty clever!

You had our guys thinking you’d moved in with that nutcase in Villa 50.

But I knew it—you two don’t have the guts to get close to her. That one’s crazy, needs peace and quiet. No way she’d take you in.

And look at you now, right back in our hands.

Before, it was your slutty mom hooking up with Boss Chen that kept anyone from touching you.

But guess what? Last night, she finally got played to death!

Bled out—hahaha!

Women are all cheap. Even a rich lady will crawl into a man’s bed when the world goes to hell.

She hadn’t even recovered from her miscarriage before she rushed into his bed.

Trying to buy you two time to escape, huh?

Too bad she lost her own life in the process.

Now that she’s gone, Boss Chen’s not gonna care if we mess with you.

And damn, you two are tough! Spending the night out here in this cold and not freezing to death?

Look at those rosy cheeks! And you, little brother—your skin’s even softer and fairer than your sister’s!

I’ve been eyeing you for a long time!”

As he spoke, his hand reached out to touch Gu Yang’s cheek.

“Ptooey! Get the hell away from me! You sick freak! Get off!” Gu Yang screamed, desperately trying to jerk away from the steward’s foul hand—but the two men holding him down wouldn’t let go.

The leader kept fondling Gu Yang’s face while calling out to his comrades:

“Alright, line up, one by one—don’t fight over it!

Once we’re done, wash them up in the hot spring and take them back to report to Boss Chen!”

“F**king animals. No one’s off limits,” Mu Jiu spat as she watched through the mirror.

After mooching off the siblings’ mountain goods for over a month, it was about time she returned the favor.

Without hesitation, she pulled a small curved blade from her space, suited up in her full polar survival gear, and stepped out.

She materialized about 30 meters from the hot spring—they couldn’t see her secret.

As she moved closer, she could hear Gu Nuan’s sobbing. Faintly, she caught cries for her sister to save her…

The men surrounding her just laughed.

One of them lunged at her, pinning her down. “Scream all you want! Even if you call your daddy, no one’s coming! You’re in the mountains now—shout until your throat breaks, no one’ll hear! The louder you scream, the more excited the boys get!”

“Go on, then! Summon the King of Hell if you’ve got the guts! Hahaha!”

The very next second, the man daring the King of Hell had his throat slit from behind.

Blood gushed like a fountain, splattering all over Gu Nuan—her face, her body.

He couldn’t make a sound. His eyes went wide in horror, pupils dilating with disbelief before he collapsed lifelessly onto Gu Nuan.

“As you wished. The King of Hell has come to collect you.”

Mu Jiu’s curved blade glinted silver through the rising steam of the spring. Blood dripped from the tip, forming frozen red flowers on the ground.

Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the striking woman who had suddenly appeared behind them—dressed in a bold red snowsuit.

At her feet lay eight stewards—those who had lined up to take their turn.

All had been executed cleanly, a single slit to the throat—swift, merciless, deadly.

Had she not spoken just now, the abusers wouldn’t have even realized she was there. She moved like a ghost.

The remaining stewards stared at her in confusion—they didn’t recognize her.

That’s because all the stewards who had ever interacted with Mu Jiu… were already dead.

And the infamous group photo of the “Naked Eleven” only showed her slender hand in a peace sign—never her face.

But if they didn’t know her… then there could only be one possibility.

She was the demon from Villa 50.

Realization struck like lightning. The remaining stewards panicked, turning to their leader for help.

“Boss! What do we do?!”

Only now did their burly leader snap out of it, hastily getting off Gu Yang and fumbling with his pants—annoyed that someone had interrupted his moment.

He had been eyeing Gu Yang, that pretty little thing, since he first brought them resort goodies.

But he’d always held back—until now.

“Can’t it wait? What the hell is so—”

He froze mid-sentence.

He saw the bodies, the blood-soaked snow, and the blade in Mu Jiu’s hand.

“Wh-Who is she? Who the hell is she?!”

Just seconds ago, the man had been smug and arrogant. Now his legs turned to jelly, and he nearly collapsed.

“Boss… I think she’s the one from Villa 50…” someone whispered.

And as the leader’s knees buckled beneath him, Mu Jiu stepped forward—blade in hand—closing in on the remaining monsters.