I Think I’m a Horror Game Villain - Chapter 84

Chapter 84

As he was listening to Heyna’s voice, which he couldn’t hear,

“Are you awake?”

A neatly dressed old man slowly walked in, accompanied by a long stream of light that stretched from afar.

It was the 3rd Floor Manager.

“I thought you would be bedridden until tomorrow after being hit with something quite potent, but you are indeed remarkable.”

His gloved hands clapped.

Clap, clap.

Dekir checked the bed where Rose was lying without answering.

“Don’t worry. The lady over there has been given a sleeping pill along with a good fatigue recovery drug, so she won’t hear our conversation.”

Only after confirming that there was no risk of Rose overhearing his secret did Dekir open his mouth.

“What do you want?”

“There’s no need to be so wary. Aren’t we in the same position, ‘Manager’?”

Dekir was momentarily shaken by the way he addressed him.

‘How does he know I’m the Manager?’

Unlike the mansion’s Manager, who is involved in all systems, the 3rd Floor Manager’s authority is limited. That’s why he was a little surprised that the 3rd Floor Manager, who can only manage this floor, knew his true identity.

However, his wavering was only momentary.

“I thought someone who has risen to such a position would know better than to be so reckless and ignorant, but I guess I was wrong. You’re no different from a child, strutting around as if you know everything just because you’ve seen the tip of the iceberg.”

Even in the face of Dekir’s sharp remarks, which were intended to provoke him, the 3rd Floor Manager simply laughed.

“I’d appreciate it if you consider it as an old man’s little trick to find some amusement in his otherwise dull life.”

“You must know that your amusement could hasten your demise.”

“Haha. You’re saying something interesting. Don’t you know? Everyone here is immortal.”

“…How much do you know?”

“Do you mean… that the memories of every moment that has passed remain?”

“….”

Dekir’s crimson eyes glared at the 3rd Floor Manager with a fierce light. The old butler, however, was not fazed by his eyes, which looked like those of a predator about to tear out his throat.

“By the way, did you like the gift I prepared?”

“Gift…?”

“It’s a gift that I personally prepared for the guests, so I intentionally prepared it with fresh flowers for decoration. The guests didn’t seem to like it very much, though.”

Dekir soon realized what he was talking about.

Gift. Fresh flowers. Decoration.

The gift that the 3rd Floor Manager was talking about was the ‘Player’ that Dekir had killed.

“I wondered who took it out of the storage room and put it there, but it was your work.”

“Yes. I thought it would be perfect for the dinner, so I decorated it.”

“You were the one who set the table, too.”

“One should have a full stomach before embarking on an adventure, shouldn’t one?”

The puzzle pieces that hadn’t fit together now clicked perfectly into place.

The dining room where Dekir first met Heyna and her party. It wasn’t Dekir who had set the table there and displayed the dead Player.

Dekir had been wondering all along who the crazy person was who had created such a crazy situation.

“You can’t leave this floor.”

“That’s right. But a system always changes according to the situation, doesn’t it?”

He put aside his thoughts about how the 3rd Floor Manager could influence the 1st Floor, which was outside his domain.

As he said, the system changes all the time.

‘There’s no point in talking any further.’

It was more important to see Heyna now than to continue a conversation that wouldn’t yield any information.

“Let’s stop the useless talk. They’re my guests here. I won’t let it go if you touch them without my permission.”

“Don’t worry. As always, I will never harm the guests. That’s my belief.”

“Yeah.”

The 3rd Floor Manager does not harm the guests of the mansion. That was the belief that the old butler, who had been managing this mansion for a long time, had always held.

He just steals their souls with a contract that they make without knowing it.

Dekir opened the door to the infirmary without hesitation.

He knew the 3rd Floor Manager’s methods well. So, he was going to help Heyna escape from this place safely, as he had always done.

However, the moment he stepped over the threshold…

Swoosh-

The place where his feet should have been became increasingly transparent and eventually disappeared.

‘This is…’

As he took a step back, the form of his body, which had disappeared, returned to its original state.

His body disappeared when he faced the light, like a ghost that couldn’t walk around during the day.

“What did you do?”

He asked as if nothing had happened, but in reality, Dekir was quite shaken. Even if the 3rd Floor Manager had used some kind of trick, it shouldn’t have had much effect on Dekir, who was in a higher position.

That’s how it should be.

‘Is it because I’m weakened by the curse?’

“Mr. Dekir. Would you like to make a bet with me?”