A Highly Myopic Girl’s Brave Adventure In A Horror Game Novel – I stumbled into this horror game blind as a bat. My terrible eyesight turned the nightmare into a twisted family sitcom. I mistook the girl in the blood-soaked dress for sweet daughter. I treated the boss like a doting husband. I even tended to the monstrous couples. I gave them the respect due to my own parents.
The first time I met the Boss, I groped his rock-hard abs. “Nice body,” I told him. “Shame about the height, though.” The boss let out a dry, furious chuckle. He jammed his severed head back onto his neck and glared. “I stand six foot one,” he growled. “Look again.” … [Welcome to the Blissful Manor dungeon.] [Survive for seven days to clear the stage.] [Initial Players: 30. Remaining: 30.] [Enjoy the game.] I died in a car crash.
A blinding flash dumped me in front of a looming structure. A cold system voice droned in my ear. My name is Alice Vance. Without my glasses, the world is a blur. Anything beyond ten feet is a meaningless smudge. I couldn’t see the building clearly, nor the faces around me. They were just shapeless blobs. Tiffany Stone, a sweet and vulnerable schoolgirl, broke the silence with her sobbing. She demanded to know where we were and begged to go home.
Brad Hogan started screaming. He cursed, demanding to know who was pranking him. He wanted out immediately. Two figures stepped forward with practiced calm. Scarlett Fox and Justin Swift introduced themselves as veterans. They explained the rules of this purgatory game. We were already dead. The only escape was to earn redemption credits by surviving. We needed 9,999 credits. That was the price of resurrection.
My ears perked up. I asked how many credits a single run paid out. Scarlett sounded grim. She explained that the payout was tied to our sanity level. Panic reduces the reward. If your fear pushes your sanity level to ninety nine, you earn a single credit. Hit one hundred, and you die for real. Veterans usually keep their levels below sixty. Rookies usually crack. I tapped a finger against my lips. “So, if I keep my sanity at zero, do I get the max payout?” The invisible chat feed exploded.
The viewers roasted my ignorance. They called me arrogant and delusional. [Blissful Manor is an S-Rank dungeon infamous for its cruelty.] [It remains uncleared.] [Arthur Sterling from the Apex Guild died here.] [He lasted six days before the dungeon got him.] [The audience predicts a slaughter.] [Scarlett and Justin are no Arthur.] [This is going to be a total wipeout.]