I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 8
Chapter 8
After hearing Zion’s words, who had taken a spoonful of stew with a silver spoon and tasted it, Tommy also put a piece of meat in his mouth.
“Hey, it’s delicious!”
“What if we get poisoned from eating random things like this?”
“Well, then don’t eat it.” Tommy retorted to Rose with a sarcastic tone and sat down on a chair to start eating in earnest. Zion had also found a seat and was eating the stew.
“…I’ll eat too.”
Rose, who had been anxious, also sat down after a while.
Although the elaborate feast in front of us looked suspicious, filling our stomachs was the priority for now.
“Heyna, sit down too.”
Zion pulled out a chair next to him for me. I hesitated for a moment and then sat down on his side. Looking at the food, my hunger, which I had forgotten due to nervousness, suddenly surged. My empty stomach begged for food.
‘No matter what…’
How am I supposed to eat this?
There was steam rising from the stew that Zion was eating. It was a freshly made dish. They must have prepared it in advance, knowing when we would arrive here.
‘But who…?’
In LMM, the only ‘humans’ are the players and the four of us. So who could have prepared all this food? The question still remained unanswered, but my hand naturally picked up the fork. I was too hungry to think straight.
‘Well, let’s just eat.’
Even ghosts who died on a full stomach were less scary.
I stabbed a fork into the salad and put a generous bite into my mouth. The fresh vegetables and the juicy salmon soaked in the dressing made the doubts that had filled my mind disappear.
“It’s delicious!”
While everyone was enjoying their meal…
“Hey guys, what’s that?”
Rose pointed at something.
At the end of the dining table, where a chair should have been, there was a wooden box leaning diagonally. No, it wasn’t a box…
“It looks like a coffin.”
The long wooden box, shining smoothly, resembled a casket used to hold the deceased.
“Well, I don’t know.”
“I’ll go and open it.”
Unable to resist his curiosity, Tommy got up from his seat.
“Don’t do it. We don’t know what’s inside!” Rose exclaimed in horror, but Tommy had already grabbed the lid of the casket and was opening it.
Creak!
The lid, without a separate lock, opened easily. Seeing what was inside…
“…Huh?”
Tommy let out a gasp and froze in place.
“Why, Tommy?”
Tommy’s hand slipped off the lid, startling everyone in the room. The lid, now off-centered, tumbled down with a loud thud.
“Yikes! What if you suddenly let go? You scared me!” Rose exclaimed, irritated. If it were any other time, Tommy would have had a few words to say to Rose, but this time he remained silent.
“What did you see that made you react like that?”
I stood up and looked into the box that had captured Tommy’s gaze.
“….”
An eerie silence fell over the dining room. Everyone was staring at the object, or rather, the person inside the box.
A couple of white flowers that had filled the wooden box fell to the ground with a thud. Among the fresh flowers, a girl stood on the casket with her hands neatly folded and her eyes closed, as if she were determined not to let herself fall.
To be precise, her fall had been prevented by transparent strings that held her in place.
She had soft, brown curly hair, as smooth as melted milk chocolate. Her pale face was dotted with freckles. She wore bright blue suspenders and an ivory short-sleeved T-shirt.
‘She’s the player, isn’t it?’
It was the appearance of the protagonist, the player, from LMM.
Rose, her voice trembling, tried to speak, “That, that person, could it be…?”
Unable to continue her sentence, Rose stammered, and Tommy replied, “It seems like she’s been dead for quite some time.”
He turned his gaze away, deep wrinkles forming between his eyebrows. It was an expression that said, ‘I shouldn’t have seen that.’
Upon hearing Tommy’s words, Rose lost consciousness.
“Rose!”
Zion rushed over to check on her condition. Meanwhile, Tommy closed the lid of the box again and sat down, feeling nauseous.
And as for me, the one in charge of fainting…
[Decreasing mental state by 10.]
Although I lost all my mental state, I didn’t faint.
[‘The protagonist’ has died.]
[‘The player’ is being changed.]
Unfathomable messages appeared one after another before my eyes.
[Synchronization in progress.]
Synchronization?
□□□□□
Among the five white boxes that appeared next…
■□□□□
One square was filled with black. And then…
[Heyna Blaise – ○○○ Player]
Health: 100/100
Mental Strength: 190/200
Special Abilities
[Unavailable function.]
[Unavailable function.]
[Unavailable function.]
Heyna Blaise, my status window has changed. My mental strength, which was only 10, had increased to a whopping 200. Moreover, I now had special abilities that I had never had before.
Next to Heyna Blaise’s name was written ○○○ Player…
‘Is that my name?’
My mind went blank for a moment.
The unmarked ○○○ Player, the empty space where ‘my’ name should be. However, I couldn’t remember it at all.
‘What was my name again?’
Why didn’t I know?
It was a fact that, since coming here, I have never once thought of my own name.
I know the title of the game,LMM, the characters, and even the name of my friend, the co-creator.
However, I couldn’t recall anything about myself.
Why haven’t I noticed anything strange until now?
[Synchronization is 20% complete.]
[From now on, you can act under the will of ‘Heyna’.]
The status message continued, but I couldn’t focus on its contents.
Right now, such a message isn’t important!
[If you collect all the collectibles, you can use the ‘Exit’ function regardless of progress.]
…Huh?
I focused on the last message.
‘If I collect all the collectibles, I can use the ‘Exit’ function?’
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