Page 2 of My nearsighted self takes on horror game

Actually, they don't understand my thought process.

Since it's role-playing and we're supposed to become a family with the ghosts, of course we should interact naturally.

In real life, would you very politely say "Hello, is anyone there? Please help me open the door" when returning to your own home?

After knocking, the door creaked open and a chill swept over my entire body.

I sighed comfortably. This was simply a summer resort. No need for air conditioning even in summer.

I looked down and saw a small red "figure".

Although my vision was always blurry, the two braids swinging back and forth suggested it was a child in a red dress.

The child smiled eerily and suddenly pounced at me, her icy little hands gripping my neck.

I hugged her in my arms, feeling her dress was wet, and immediately said disapprovingly:

"How can a child wear wet clothes? Take them off quickly! I'll get you changed into dry clothes!"

My nose twitched, smelling a bloody scent, and I anxiously asked:

"Are you hurt somewhere? Where's the first aid kit? I'll help you treat it."

The comments bitterly complained:

[Sister, open your dog eyes and look! This is one of the bosses of the House of Death. What she's wearing isn't a wet red dress, it's dyed red from killing and dismembering players! The bloody smell isn't because she's hurt, it's the players' blood on her dress.]

[Never mind, when that person comes home, she's dead for sure.]

Unfortunately, I couldn't see these comments. I carried the child into the house while helping her take off the red dress. I found a new white dress in her exquisite princess room and put it on her.

The child's little hands gripping my neck unconsciously loosened.

Sensing her uncertainty, I took a warm towel, leaned in closer, and gently wiped the blood stains off her face bit by bit.

Only then did I see clearly that she was an adorable little loli.

I smiled and pointed at my face, saying: "As family members, helping each other is what I should do. But shouldn't you give me a kiss to show your thanks?"

The little loli shyly tugged at her white dress, quietly leaned in to my face, and gave me a quick peck before quickly pulling away.

Her voice was soft and sweet as she said: "Thank you, Mommy."

What? Mommy?

I've become a painless mother!

This is simply too awesome!

You should know, in reality I've heard so many stories of women dying in childbirth. Although I long for a family, I'm most afraid of giving birth.

I had just coaxed the little loli to take an afternoon nap when I heard the mechanical voice announce:

[Initial players: 30; Currently alive: 20.]

I didn't expect that just from choosing rooms, 10 players had already died.

I opened my phone and held it close to my eyes, barely able to make out the text on the screen.

It turned out everyone was exchanging information in the player group chat, like how other players died.

Apparently, Brad and three other men had fought fiercely over the 3rd floor.

In the end, Brad narrowly won and moved into the 3rd floor.

As soon as Brad knocked on the door, a human-bodied dog-headed ghost walked out, opened its bloody maw, and swallowed Brad whole.

It then chewed a few times and spat out some white bones with bits of flesh still attached.

Through the half-open door, other players saw a large pile of bones inside. They guessed those were probably the remains of previous players.

Witnessing this, basically all the new players' adrenaline spiked.

Now except for Hilary and Dennis, everyone's terror value was at 50, and this was only the first day!

There was also a middle-aged uncle whose terror value shot up to 100 the instant he walked through the 10th floor door, and he died directly.

The other players died in various ways, either killed by ghosts or scared to death.

Of course, none of this had anything to do with me.

I stood up and, while the little loli was sleeping, diligently found a mop from the bathroom and cleaned the entire apartment.

I scrubbed the red floor tiles until they turned white. I'm really capable!

The red stains on the walls that I couldn't clean off, I just scraped away with a chisel.

By the time I finished, it was already afternoon. My back ached from the work, so I lay down on the sofa next to the little loli and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, I was enveloped by an icy aura.

The room was very dark, and a blurry black shadow stood in front of me.

Although I couldn't see clearly, I was captivated by his voice from his very first sentence.

He chuckled in a low, sexy voice:

"Heh, interesting. You've actually survived this long with Ella."

Immediately after, the little loli Ella's cold voice also sounded:

"You'd better not touch her. This mommy is quite interesting. I want to keep her to play with."

The man didn't respond to her. With a wave of his hand, the little loli named Ella flew backwards off the sofa, crashed into the balcony glass with a loud "bang", along with the sound of bones shattering.

The man laughed coldly: "Who allowed you to talk to me like that? You really think you're my daughter?"

I couldn't stand it anymore. I scrambled up from the sofa, muttering:

"Who allowed you to talk to a child like that? What kind of father are you?"

I meant to slap the man's face, but somehow my hand slipped and grabbed his abs instead.

Tsk, the feeling was so good I couldn't help but feel them up a couple more times.

Seeing the man on the verge of exploding with rage, his whole body emitting black energy, I hurriedly tried to salvage the situation:

"Ella is my little treasure, you're my big treasure. We're just a loving family.

"Actually, um, honey, your body is pretty nice, but why do you look a bit short?

"It's okay, now that I'm here, I'll cook delicious food for you every day. I guarantee both father and daughter will grow tall."

The comments went crazy:

[God, what is she saying? How dare she say these things in front of the Headless Big Boss!]

[Finally the Headless Big Boss appears. He should be the strongest boss in the House of Happiness mission, right? James died at his hands back then.]

[But why is the Big Boss's face suspiciously red? I'm shipping it.]

[Above, you're just hungry.]

The livestream audience was all waiting for the man to snap my neck.

That was the fate of previous players.