Chapter 520 A Highly Questionable Beverage
Chapter 520: Chapter 520 A Highly Questionable Beverage
Half an hour later, explosive specialists arrived. The entire floor was evacuated.
Safety barriers were established. Nearby rooms were cleared.
Even people several floors away were warned.
The explosive experts carefully placed charges around the frame.
Every step was performed with precision. Everyone watched nervously.
The atmosphere was incredibly tense. A feeling of anticipation filled the air. Surely this would work.
No door could survive an explosion. No matter how strong it was.
Eventually the preparations were complete. The specialists retreated.
One of them raised his radio.
"Charges ready."
The team leader nodded.
"Proceed."
A loud voice echoed through the corridor.
"Fire in the hole!"
BOOOOOOM!!!
The explosion shook the entire building. Windows rattled violently. Dust exploded from the walls.
The floor trembled beneath everyone’s feet. Several people screamed in surprise.
A massive cloud of smoke and debris engulfed the hallway.
For a few moments nobody could see anything. Everyone waited. Their hearts pounded.
Their eyes remained fixed on the slowly clearing smoke.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Then shapes began emerging. People strained their eyes. A section of the wall became visible.
Then another. Then the floor. Finally the door appeared.
The moment they saw it, every person present froze. The hallway was devastated.
Cracks spread across the walls. Pieces of concrete littered the floor.
Several ceiling panels had collapsed. The surrounding area looked like a battlefield.
Yet standing proudly in the middle of all the destruction was the door. Perfectly upright.
Perfectly intact. Practically unscathed. Not broken. Not bent. Not cracked. Not even dented.
It was as if the explosion had happened everywhere except to the door itself and the walls around it.
A man rubbed his eyes.
"How is this possible?"
Another swallowed hard.
"I ain’t dreaming, right?"
Someone pinched himself.
The pain confirmed he was awake.
"No... no... this isn’t real."
A veteran demolition expert slowly approached. His hands trembled.
"I’ve worked with explosives for twenty-two years."
His voice was barely above a whisper.
"I’ve blown open reinforced bunkers."
Nobody spoke. The expert stared at the door.
"But I’ve never seen anything survive that."
The crowd fell silent. Fear slowly appeared on their faces.
Because what stood before them was no longer just a strange door.
It was something that completely defied common sense.
Something impossible. Something that should not exist.
"This door..."
One man gulped.
"...is out of this world."
Nobody disagreed.
Because deep down, every single person present was thinking exactly the same thing.
The hotel building continued to rock day and night.
At first, people thought it would stop after a few hours.
Then a day passed.
Then two.
Then three.
Yet the strange phenomenon continued without pause.
The entire hotel had become the center of national attention.
News crews arrived from all over the country. Scientists came to investigate.
Engineers inspected the structure repeatedly.
Even government officials quietly sent people to monitor the situation.
No matter what they did, nobody could explain why only one section of the building kept shaking.
The strange sounds echoing through the halls only added to the mystery.
"Ahhh..."
"Ohhh..."
"Ughhh..."
The voice of a woman could occasionally be heard throughout the hotel.
Nobody knew who she was. Nobody knew what was happening inside the room.
Theories spread like wildfire online.
"It has to be some secret government experiment."
"No, it’s aliens."
"I think it’s supernatural."
"Maybe the hotel was built on top of an ancient burial ground."
Millions of people discussed the event on social media.
The royal suite became one of the most talked-about places on Earth.
Meanwhile, a beautiful reporter stood outside the hotel while speaking into a camera.
"We are now entering the seventh day of this bizarre incident. Experts remain unable to explain the continuous shaking coming from the royal suite."
She paused and looked toward the upper floors.
"I honestly wonder what they’re doing up there right now."
Back inside the hotel, the staff members were exhausted. Some had not slept properly in days.
Others jumped every time the building shook.
At this point they had simply accepted the impossible reality.
The building shook. The sounds echoed. Life continued.
Then, on the morning of the eighth day, something changed.
The shaking stopped. Just like that. No warning. No gradual decrease.
One moment the building was trembling. The next moment it was completely still.
The entire hotel fell silent. People froze. Many of them couldn’t believe it.
"Did it stop?"
"I think it stopped."
"No way."
Everyone waited nervously.
Five minutes passed.
Ten minutes passed.
Nothing happened.
The shaking was truly over. A cheer erupted throughout parts of the hotel.
Some employees nearly cried from relief. Others immediately called their families.
The news spread across the world within minutes.
"It’s over!"
"The mystery room finally went quiet!"
Thousands of people gathered outside hoping to learn the truth.
Naturally, an investigation team was immediately organized.
The group cautiously approached the royal suite.
After all the failed attempts during the previous week, nobody knew what to expect.
The hallway itself looked terrible. Cracks ran through parts of the walls.
Several light fixtures hung crookedly. Dust covered nearly everything.
The investigators exchanged nervous glances.
"If the hallway looks this bad..."
"I don’t want to imagine the room."
"I just hope that the door will open already."
And it did. The door was finally opened. The team stepped inside.
Then everyone stopped moving. Silence filled the room. A few people blinked repeatedly.
Others rubbed their eyes.
"What the hell happened here?"
The luxurious royal suite was gone. Completely gone.
The expensive furniture had been reduced to splinters. Several walls were cracked.
The giant television had somehow ended up embedded halfway into another wall.
The king-sized bed was unrecognizable and broken in pieces.
A chandelier worth tens of thousands of dollars lay shattered across the floor.
The room looked as if a hurricane, an earthquake, and a tornado had all taken turns destroying it.
"This can’t be real."
One investigator slowly turned in a circle.
"How much is all this damage worth?"
"Millions."
"Definitely millions."
"Maybe tens of millions."
As they continued examining the scene, another strange discovery was made.
A mysterious liquid coated large sections of the room.