Confined Together with the Horror Game’s Male Lead - Chapter 162

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Chapter 162

Translator: Yonnee

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Something feels wrong.

Very wrong.

[ HP: 99/100 ]

…Why isn’t it decreasing?

Did the system finally break?

All I wanted was to spend some peaceful time with Dietrich before carrying out my mission. But then, everything that followed hit me like a storm.

Feeling confused, I stared blankly at the status window floating above Dietrich’s head, while gripping the sheets tightly as an intense sensation washed over me.

“Charlotte.”

His deep, low voice called my name.

I looked at him with unfocused eyes, and that’s when I realized—he was biting down on my ankle.

“Ugh.”

I had told him not to, that it felt strange, but he didn’t listen.

“It heals right away.”

“……”

Dietrich spoke in a dissatisfied tone as he watched the bite marks on my ankle disappear instantly.

He continued to nibble down on my ankle a few more times before moving again.

[ HP: 99/100 ]

I stared at the system window in frustration.

…Why isn’t it decreasing?

* * *

The plan I had prepared to execute as soon as I woke up was entirely scrapped.

‘I’m exhausted.’

Though the physical damage healed quickly, emotional scars still lingered, didn’t they?

Unfortunately, this was one area where my Steel Mentality did not activate.

Feeling guilty, Dietrich took care of me attentively.

“By the way, Dietrich, what’s that tattoo on your neck?”

“This symbol?”

He usually kept his shirt buttoned up to his neck, but now his clothes were disheveled, with several buttons undone. The stiff collar he normally wore was no longer in place.

“It’s a mark given to the ‘Children of the Temple’.”

“Children of the Temple? What’s that?”

“Well… Starting a few decades ago, the temple began seeking out talented individuals in various fields. Their goal was to raise powerful defenders to solidify their authority.”

“……”

“They took in children with that purpose, and those children became known as the ‘Children of the Temple’ to outsiders.”

…What kind of world has he lived in?

It was a shocking story, one I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.

“The training and life in the temple were so harsh that even adults couldn’t endure it. Many tried to escape, so the temple would brand them the moment they arrived, making it easy to track them if they ran.”

“……”

A religious institution that worships gods was doing things even cults would shy away from.

I felt a pang of sorrow for Dietrich.

So, I hugged him.

“…Charlotte.”

His dark, heavy voice whispered in my ear, and the way his hand slid up my waist felt different from usual.

Sensing something was off, I immediately pulled away from Dietrich.

‘That was close.’

Though he looked at me with subtle longing, I pretended not to notice.

Did he realize the shivers that had run down my spine at that moment?

It was time to carry out the plan.

I headed for the fourth floor.

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< You wish to borrow my authority? >

The administrator of the fourth floor asked in disbelief.

“That’s right. Lend me some of your authority.”

< You’re quite shameless. Anyone would think I held your authority. >

“So, you can’t lend it?”

< How would you even know what kind of authority I have? >

“I don’t, but it must be useful.”

The administrator paused for a moment, considering my words.

< Is there something you want? >

Of course.

I had already decided what I wanted when I came up here.

“The power to numb senses.”

< What? >

“I want the ability to make someone lose their sight or paralyze their arms with just a word.”

< …… >

It was the power Charlotte had in the game.

When she stroked Dietrich’s eyelids, he lost his vision. When he used his excellent swordsmanship to break through traps, Charlotte paralyzed his arms.

< I can’t give you that. It’s not within my authority. >

“Then what authority do you have?”

I had vaguely assumed that since Charlotte possessed that power, the administrator might too, but I was wrong.

< I can’t tell you that. But each administrator on every floor has their own unique authority, and so do you. The power you mentioned is essentially ‘Word Spirit’, isn’t it? >

…So that was the Word Spirit?

< However, I can lend you a secondary authority, though. Something less essential. >

A secondary authority?

Like my own abilities—such as cleaning, language interpretation, charm, or healing?

< It’s a similar kind of power and should prove useful. >

I didn’t know exactly what kind of power it was, but I needed it, whatever it was.

< And what are you planning to use it for? >

Where else?

“On Dietrich.”