Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 135
Chapter 135
Translator: Yonnee
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The only hope of solving the current situation was the diary.
However, it ended without telling us anything about the undead.
And it ended far too abruptly.
The diary, which always explained things in detail, was suddenly vague in its conclusion.
Moreover, does S’s diary end on the third floor?
Does that mean there will be no more entries from S on the fourth and fifth floors?
I blinked in shock, while Dietrich looked at the diary with an indifferent gaze.
“Charlotte, don’t be too disappointed.”
“……”
What should we do from now on?
Think.
There must be a hint in the diary. I just couldn’t grasp it.
First, let’s organize the facts we’ve learned so far.
I grabbed a piece of parchment and a pen to organize the information in my head and began writing it down.
Dietrich watched me quietly.
[ 1- The undead are beings controlled by a dark sorcerer or someone else.
2- To eliminate them, you either need to know the name of the dark sorcerer controlling them or kill the sorcerer.
3- Johannes is a bad person(?).
—Based on ‘the truth of that day’, he is hiding something.
4- ‘That guy’ of the lady. ]
When I wrote everything down in order, I realized that the information from the books and the diary didn’t match up.
“…What does number 3 even have to do with any of this?”
“Perhaps the author is the one who controlled the undead.”
“Is that so? But it seems too unrelated.”
After all, the undead didn’t even appear in the diary.
As I stared at the parchment, deep in thought, I added two other things.
[ 5- The wall clock that ticks backward.
6- The countdown start marked by Noah. ]
“I don’t see the connection.”
“Hmm.”
There’s certainly a lot of information, but none of them linked together.
I stared at the paper, chewing on the pen. Then, Dietrich took the pen from me and wrote something on the paper.
Did he figure something out?
[ 7- You’ve worked hard all day, so I think you should rest. ]
“……”
Expecting something was foolish.
I snatched the pen back from Dietrich.
“Shall I follow your advice?”
“And what advice would that be?”
“Let’s assume Johannes is the sorcerer and act accordingly.”
“…Very well.”
Without any specific or detailed plan, Dietrich and I stood up.
Either way, we had to kill the undead, so it didn’t matter what we did.
“For now, I’ll try calling out the name in front of the undead, right?”
According to the book, calling the sorcerer’s name would immobilize them.
“That’s a good idea.”
“……”
The plan felt slapdash, but I didn’t have much to lose, even though I was a little worried.
* * *
“Begone, Johannes!”
“Begone, evil spirit!”
—Kiiieeaaack!
Like reciting an exorcism, I shouted, and the undead twisted their joints in agony, writhing in pain.
“What’s going on?”
The haphazard plan had worked.
“Amazing.”
Dietrich, who had been watching me from the side, reacted.
Could it really be that simple?
If Johannes was indeed the one controlling the undead, they all thrashed in pain. However, for some reason, they didn’t die.
At that moment, Dietrich, who had been observing, drew his sword.
“I’ll strike them down again.”
“……”
“If they come back to life, it means this method is useless.”
Dietrich approached the writhing undead with his sword raised.
I noticed that Dietrich’s hand, gripping the sword, trembled slightly.
I had once held his sword out of simple curiosity—it was too heavy for me to even lift properly.
But Dietrich bore its weight effortlessly.
I looked at the undead, who had taken on the guise of Dietrich’s friends.
‘I hope this is the end.’
I hadn’t put much faith in the plan, but even so, I hoped that this trembling would be the last.
Sometimes, I wished for a miracle that would finally free Dietrich.
Soon, Dietrich steadied his trembling hand and raised the sword.
As the sharp blade reflected the chandelier’s light, it felt like the world sparkled for a moment.
But soon the flash fell downward, the light extinguished, and darkness returned.
When Dietrich cut down the undead, something strange happened.
Thud.
As the undead’s body split, a familiar glass bottle filled with crushed shards fell to the floor.
“…Ha.”
Dietrich exhaled a cold breath.
I, too, was left speechless.
We stared blankly at the fallen glass bottle.
Dietrich’s usually calm face broke.
“…How far do they intend to drive us into misery?”
His voice trembled.
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