Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses – Chapter 314

Unable To Sleep Peacefully

Chapter 314: Unable To Sleep Peacefully

When a person has been busy with a day’s work, he won’t necessarily feel sleepy at night; instead, he might experience insomnia where he wants to sleep but can’t, then engage in revenge-like playfulness and completely unable to sleep. In the usual sense, this is a kind of insomnia!

Huang Zhengdao had insomnia. He, who always had good sleep quality, had slowly started to be unable to peacefully sleep recently.

As soon as he closed his eyes, all kinds of troubling things from the day surged in like a tide, with all the depressed, hateful, and disgusted emotions erupting together, making it impossible to enter a sleep state.

“Damn, it’s already one thirty!” Huang Zhengdao tried to avoid thinking, but his heart was already in turmoil and he couldn’t shake off the bad emotions no matter what. He lay in bed with his eyes closed for a while, but sleepiness hadn’t come yet when the urge to urinate prompted him to get up and go to the toilet. When he opened his eyes and saw the time on the alarm clock on the table, he couldn’t help but curse out loud, grumbling as he got up to go to the toilet.

After using the toilet and drinking some water, Huang Zhengdao returned to bed, looking at the ceiling in the darkness, feeling somewhat like crying but without tears.

He just kept staring at the ceiling like that until the sky was about to brighten when he finally felt sleepy. He closed his eyes in a daze, but this comfortable peaceful sleep was soon interrupted by the alarm clock sound.

Huang Zhengdao opened his bleary eyes, his face pale.

Going to work at the unit with such a face, his colleagues were startled to see Huang Zhengdao like this and felt both sympathetic and amused.

“What the hell are you laughing at? If I can’t finish my work, none of you can escape.” Huang Zhengdao said with a displeased face, glaring fiercely.

“Hey, Boss Huang, don’t take your insomnia out on us.” The colleague at the next desk said with a smile, “Sis will treat you to afternoon tea. If sis finishes the things at hand today first, she’ll help share some of yours.”

The other colleagues also smiled and said they would help.

Hearing this, Huang Zhengdao’s facial expression softened a bit, until the dumb newcomer colleague he had complained about last night appeared full of energy in front of him, and his mood that had just relaxed instantly plummeted again.

Nine twenty-three at night.

“I can’t take it… I really can’t…” Huang Zhengdao had worked overtime another day to finish his work. He felt like a beached little fish with all its moisture squeezed out, his whole body feeling weak and floaty.

As he walked on the road, passersby didn’t dare to meet his bloodshot eyes. With his dejected appearance, even sitting on a bus an elder would actively give up his seat to him.

After returning home, Huang Zhengdao received a message from his leader.

Dog Leader No. 2: Little Huang, tomorrow Thursday afternoon there’s a meeting at the bureau. Get a statistics analysis of the business volume from the beginning of the year to now before ten o’clock tomorrow morning, best to write a report for me【hug fist】.

Huang Zhengdao fell silent after reading the message, and looking at the bare walls of his home, he unconsciously shed two rows of hot tears.

I freaking thank you for giving me a last-minute task!

I freaking thank you for telling me it’s only Thursday tomorrow! Damn!

Huang Zhengdao punched and kicked at the air, but barefoot kicked the table leg, hurting so much he howled and rolled all over the house.

One thirty-three in the early morning.

“Really can’t take it, really can’t…” Huang Zhengdao felt like he was about to ascend to heaven. He worked overnight at home to finish the report, then crawled into the bathroom, and crawled out again.

Tonight he wouldn’t wash his clothes either, planning to pile up like compost in the laundry basket until the weekend… until it was full, then take it to wash.

Huang Zhengdao collapsed on the bed, his eyelids aching and trembling, his consciousness gradually blurring, murmuring: “Please… just end it like this tonight, let me fall asleep just like this…”

“Murder! Murder!”

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but anyway Huang Zhengdao felt he hadn’t slept for long when he was woken by this terrified scream. Looking outside the window, it was still darkness; this night hadn’t passed at all. He blankly looked at the clock on the table: three zero-four in the early morning.

Huang Zhengdao felt his heart had a cardiac arrest, almost unable to catch his breath.

He heard noisy sounds coming from outside the apartment he rented, footsteps thumping. He angrily grabbed the feather duster at home and slowly walked to the entrance hall.

Outside, they were still shouting “Murder.” Although Huang Zhengdao was angry, he didn’t forget to stay vigilant. He checked the situation outside through the cat eyes and discovered that nearby neighbors were all wearing pajamas standing on the corridor balcony watching the excitement. The big toe-picking man living next door was even shirtless, his fat belly pressed against the guardrail at the corridor edge, shouting down at the people below: “Hold him down, slap this bastard a few big slaps on the face, wait for the law enforcement officers to come, see where he dares to run! Beast!”

Not even a minute later, Huang Zhengdao heard the law enforcement officers’ siren sounds from outside. Only then did he dare to boldly walk out of the house to check the situation.

“What’s going on, bro?” The feather duster in Huang Zhengdao’s hand was wet from hand sweat, but he still gripped it tightly. He saw a shirtless male covered in blood and with a bruised and swollen face being pressed into the law enforcement officers’ car, and curiously asked his neighbor next door.

Seeing it was Huang Zhengdao, the big toe-picking man neighbor lowered his voice a bit and explained the process of the incident to him.

It turned out that a young couple on the eighth floor, the husband who had gone on a business trip suddenly returned home and unexpectedly caught his wife messing around with a wild man. The enraged husband wanted to chop the adulterous pair right there, but unexpectedly the wild man was despicable enough to use the woman as a shield, then found an opportunity to counter-kill the husband. Due to the big commotion from chopping people, almost right after it happened, it alerted the other residents on the eighth floor.

Almost immediately, those enthusiastic residents notified the law enforcement officers. Several bold neighbors banded together to check, and happened to bump into the panicked adulterer trying to escape. Those bold neighbors saw the blood-covered person running out of the room and vaguely guessed what happened, so they rushed up to grab him.

Many hands provide great power, plus those neighbors were tough, wielding hard tools like water pipes, baseball bats, watermelon knives and such. Although they definitely didn’t dare to chop the beast with the knife, they used the knife back to smack him, along with water pipes and such hitting the beast, immediately subduing the suspect in the corridor, then pressing him down to the wide little garden downstairs, guarding him until the law enforcement officers arrived.

Hearing that a bloody incident had really happened, Huang Zhengdao was dumbfounded. When he saw two stretchers covered with white cloth being carried down from upstairs and passing through the corridor of the floor he rented, he felt even more secretly terrified.

After experiencing this, when Huang Zhengdao returned to the room, he was already unable to sleep. His whole spirit was deeply stimulated by the murder incident in the apartment, in a physiological state of “excitement.”

So just like that, Huang Zhengdao went to work the next day with a face full of otherworldly aura.

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

Lovecraftian World, But I Spread Curses

克系世界,但我散播诅咒
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Status: Ongoing Author: Released: 2022 Native Language: Chinese
Humans in this world are too vulnerable; seeing a winged hound in a graveyard causes them to lose their reason, a mere glance at a statue of a tentacled bodhisattva in a crowd leads to endless nightmares and inability to eat or sleep, a fleeting glimpse of a black goat's hoof under the forest shade sends them into a panic... they are simply too vulnerable! People's joys and sorrows are not interconnected. They all seem to live in unease and fear, but Lin Ling only finds them noisy. "The best method to eliminate fear is to face it. This is a video tape full of blessings." Lin Ling handed a black video tape to the guest who suffered from dimensional power intrusions daily, and smiled, "If it's useful, don't forget a five-star good review." Setting up a small dwelling in the forest, the small dwelling sells various consecrated and blessed objects. The boss is actually a mental patient who has transmigrated. He never worries about someone giving his small shop a bad review. [Note 1] This might be a grand collision between Eastern Mysticism and Lovecraftian Power. [Note 2] The story is largely told from a unit perspective. [Note 3] The author is perfectly sane.

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